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Happy to. He winces as I sink my teeth into his flesh, my possessive actions no doubt painful. I’ll continue doing it until Rexton asks me to stop. I enjoy biting him, enjoy ripping open his flesh and tasting him. He’s mine. I’m the only person who will ever touch him like this.

I work a hand between us, placing it against his chest.

“I want you,” I say. I trail my fingers down his torso. “Fully.”

Rexton chews at his bottom lip, his eyes darting around, before he leans forward and pulls off his shirt. I wasn’t going to ask him to do that. I know it makes him uncomfortable.

I like that he is, though. I like that he trusts me to see him shirtless.

His throat bobs as I admire his chest, imprinting every inch of him into memory. I want to remember every detail of the first time we were together, and I make no attempts to hide my heavy satisfaction as I strip off my shirt, letting it and my bra drop to the ground.

“How’s it feel?” I ask.

I ghost my fingers over his wound, careful not to apply pressure. It looks good, but that can be misleading. My chest was tender for several days after the skin appeared to be healed. You couldn’t see the wound, but I could sure fucking feel it.

“It’s fine.” Rexton shrugs. “I hardly notice it.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yes,” he says. “And I’m hoping my lies will quicken the rate at which you’re naked for me.”

At least he’s honest about it. I shuffle off his lap and remove the rest of my clothing. Rexton takes this time to do the same, his muscular limbs surprisingly agile as he strips himself bare.

He’s already hard, and he curls a loose hand around himself as he sits back down, waiting for me to return to his lap. I smack his hand away as I settle on his thighs, wanting an unobstructed view.

“Haven’t you done enough inspection?” he asks.

“Never.”

I curl a hand around him. Rexton gasps, his hips jerking.

I love the feel of him, love his thickness and warmth. I’m excited to have him inside me, to finally feel him. He’s excited, too. His arousal is pouring through our bond, and it pulsates as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth.

He’s eager to be inside me.

Rexton moans and pulls back, his teeth lightly scraping the sensitive skin of my breast. He’s twitching in my hand, probablyso excited for me to sink down on him. I wonder if I can make him beg. Not today, but someday.

I lift, letting the head of his cock drag against my slit.

“Wait.” Rexton places his hand over mine, stopping me. “Do you… Should we use protection?”

Oh. The topic of children isn’t something we’ve ever discussed, but I suppose it’s important. It’s probably something we should’ve aligned on before bonding. What if we don’t agree? Rexton has hinted before that he doesn’t care much for children.

Does that mean he doesn’teverwant them?

“I don’t know how I feel about children,” I admit. “I have too many things to achieve before considering motherhood. I suppose I’m not against it. It might be fun to have a few kids someday, but I can’t give you a definite answer right now.”

Rexton squeezes my hand. “We’re going to spend thousands of years together, Cassia. I’m not expecting you to decide today, or even in this century. Some people want to start immediately after bonding, and I just want to know your expectations for today.”

“I’m on birth control,” I say. “And if I got pregnant today, I would be distraught.”

I stare Rexton down, trying to read his expression, before giving up and searching him through the bond. There’s not much there to read into. He isn’t upset. He isn’t excited. He feels neutral on the matter, which I suppose is what I’m hoping for.

“Do you ever want children?” I ask.

Rexton nods. “I would, but it isn’t something I’m thinking about any time soon.”

Good. Good.I readjust my grip on his cock, then stroke him back into full hardness. It doesn’t take long, and I drop my forehead against his as I finally line him up with my entrance. I’m glad we have that settled.