Positioning myself on my knees, I stroke her jawline with my finger as I look down at her. “They sent you to me like a lamb for slaughter,” I rasp before adding, “little did they know you’re not my lamb, but my fucking empress.”
Panting, she looks at me with big eyes, preparing for the onslaught and I plunge into her. She screams and I groan from delirium. Digging her nails into my back, she shoves with her hips to gain more and I give her more.
She kisses me all over, teasing me with her tongue and I encourage her, wanting her to enjoy this. Her thighs begin shuddering and we throb, growing swollen and I rock my hips against her. My mind goes blank and Tsarina’s just as dazed and lost as I am, her moans growing uncontrollable and she’s crying out both from shock and need.
When she pushes back at me, it becomes almost unbearable and I curse. We’re knotted, tangled and so secured to one another that she’s entirely pinned and our kisses turn fierce, until our lips bruise and Tsarina whimpers that she’ll faint if I don’t slow sown.
I refuse, choosing to attack her little slit instead, plunging over and over until she aches from the rawness and our bodies arch, hips rolling and I relish in her softness. Nipping and biting her skin, I groan when she grinds back and we turns slick and slippery. Putting a hand between us, I groan from delight when she immediately uses it to stimulate herself and her eyes water from the impact.
Hissing from the pleasure, I hit deep into her womb and this is too good, too mind blowing, too earth shattering.
“B...Balthazar,” she stutters, sounding alarmed, “I feel like I’m about to come.”
“Then come,” I growl, pumping her until her eyes roll back in her head and she goes limp. We groan, growl, grunt and moan together, rubbing our bodies toward zenith and something snaps in me and my thrusts turn into attacks.
Her eyes widen in shock, mouth trembling from the sudden ambush. “Make love not war...,” she whimpers, her teeth chattering from the increased pressure and I panic, forcing myself to calm and I lean my head against her forehead, slowing down.
“Didn’t mean to get carried away, “ I apologize. “Just got a little overexcited about you.”
Biting her lips, she nods before letting herself go and she comes hard and when I do the same, it comes as a shock to my system. Another wave moves through her and then a third until she can’t do anything but sag.
I hold her to me and we soak in the rushes of endorphins. Licking the sweat off her skin, I kiss her cheeks, knowing that she’ll always be mine.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Balthazar
Groaning, I thrash on my pillow as Tsarina grinds on top of me. Her hips move with fluidity, her breasts popping in tune to her moans and I wrap my fingers in her hair. Everything slows down, going in slow-motion and I look up at her in awe. I’ve never seen so much concentrated beauty and it makes euphoria ripple through my veins.
Finally, I have her and I intend to use every little inch, make every part of her body addicted to my touch. She smiles down at me, panting and I watch her skin turn slick, my cock feeling like a crowned king in her heat and I laugh from ecstasy. Winning battles doesn’t compare to this. Conquering her is my life’s biggest victory and I jerk her up and down my shaft, bouncing her and she tosses her head back, gasping and moaning when we both come.
Curling up on my chest, she murmurs something I can’t hear but she seems anxious. Holding my face in her hands, she lightly claps my cheek before putting her palm across my forehead. She murmurs something again, calling my name and I love hearing it on her lips.
“Beastie, Beastie...?” She bites her lips. “Balthazar, come on, you’re making me worried...” Shaking her head, she tries to rise but I get on top of her, tucking her underneath me and then everything turns dark.
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up again but I feel disoriented. What the fuck is going on? And where is Tsarina? She’s not on the pillow right next to me. I don’t smell her and I can’t feel her either when I reach out in the dark. Panic washes over me and I sit up, feeling like I’m caught up in a nightmare.
“Tsarina?” I pant as my uneasiness grows. “Beauty...?”
There’s no response, I don’t hear her calling out for me from the corner or from the bathroom and I get down from the bed. Where could she have gone? Did she leave me again...?
Filling with fear, I yell in a frenzy, “Where the fuck are you?” I stumble over the threshold, my door slamming against the wall as I get out into the hallway and search for her. “Tsarina!” I waddle through the dark in search for her and sag when finding her in the kitchen.
She’s standing by the sink, buttering a bread roll but she doesn’t seem solid to me. Her shirt is crinkled between her thighs, her hair a mess and mouth swollen as if she’s been thoroughly fucked recently. But by who?
By me? It better have been by me and I drag a ragged breath as I struggle to focus on her.
She’s faded, blurry and I reach out with my hand, grasping before slamming into her and her body hits against the sink. “Why the fuck did you leave my bed?” I growl as she cries out in panic, dropping the knife and at it hits the floor. “Why didn’t you answer when I called?”
Her face turns toward me and her lips trembles. “You didn’t call for me,” she cries. “I didn’t hear anything.” Her face whitens. “But Balthazar, you...”
The rest of her words turn into a buzz, drowning in my mouth and all I can think of is how I can’t lose her. She can’t ever leave my side. Not yet. Not when my feelings for her are still so heightened. And I need...I rub my eyes frustration...I need...
I’m going to need to hear her say that she loves me.
“Tell me you love me,” I rasp, crushing her to me, “tell me you love me and that you’ll do anything for me.”
“I love you. I’ll do anything for you,” she pants and I blink as she grows blurry again. “But you’re not yourself right now. You need to eat and drink something...” She tries giving me a piece of the sandwich but I smack it out of her hand.