The Queen's Conquer

Chapter 19 : Sweet Delights

Redamancy • [red-a-men-sea]
The act of loving in return.

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Alive. Absolutely and utterly living. There are no better words to describe how sensational this bond between us has become. And I think Samuel can say the same just based on the way he pleasures me for the rest of the night—the way we gratify each other's souls.

He moves us back into the bedroom, leaving the balcony doors cracked open so the room doesn't overheat from the blazing fire on the hearth. We ruin that magnificent king-size bed of inky silk sheets in mere minutes, him using my newfound mark to send me over the edge dozens of times. But every peak never feels like enough—as though I require more of him, more of these beautifully clear exhilarations.

When our bodies finally become a sweaty, exhausted heap on the undeniably comfortable mattress and plush pillows does Samuel finally get up to bring over the tray of foods from the coffee table, setting the array of them beside my naked figure and crawling back between my legs as I prop my head up on some of those luxurious cushions. I chuckle softly when he brings a strawberry up to my flush lips and I bite into it slowly, my mate's eyes set on my mouth with that untamed desire. His thumb brushes over my lower lip in the process as he murmurs, "I love those lips of yours."

My hand wraps around his wrist to pull the fruit away, humming my tease, "Greedy male." But he only chews on the remaining berry before throwing the remnants of it on the tray and crawling closer, his chest pressed against my bare breasts.

I sigh out when his mouth finds my collarbone, nibbling there for a moment as he dangerously nears my aching mark. "Am I not allowed to be greedy, Anastasia?"

I tense with every suck of his lips, closing in on my sweet spot. His arms trap me between them, lying parallel to my torso as he draws heavenly patterns along the sides of my ribs. I'm too breathless to provide an adequate response, holding his head and neck to refrain him from moving further but also keeping him recklessly close. 

He goes on though, rumbling down our bond, To crave every inch of your body?

A thorough, pleasurable feeling is sent with that question, igniting me all over again. My back arches into him, eliciting a groan from his chest until his tongue finds my mark and caresses it. I muffle my deep moan by biting into my forearm, tearing Samuel's mouth away from my neck in a desperate attempt to not be split in two by the incredible addictions of satisfaction.

"I don't think you realize how sensitive that is," I scold him in one gulp of air, holding his jaw firm as he grabs a cube of cheese off of the platter and throws the snack into his mouth with a smirk.

"Only makes this all the more thrilling," he growls and lifts himself to attack my neck again. But I'm quicker, grabbing his broad shoulders and flipping us over. A breath of shock and hunger escapes his lips as his head falls into the dozens of pillows, my wetness only inches away from his already-hard manhood.

But I simply grab a handful of the assortment of fruits—melons, berries, and peach slices—and begin chewing on their sweetness while my clit slowly rubs against Samuel's abdomen, silently urging for a release. "Don't abuse it, Samuel," I snicker with upturned lips.

"I thought that was the point," he purrs. His rough hands capture my hips, attempting to move me back until my opening can meet his length. "To see how much you can take until you're begging me to stop—until you're forced to tell me that it's too much."

A chill runs through me at the thought—how amazing that would be. His eyes widen with excitement as though he witnesses the shiver himself. But I halt his hands and grab one of them to guide it down between my legs, helping him pleasure my bundle of nerves instead.