Page 26 of Serena (Shattered Queens #1)

What is happening? I ask myself as my reflection stares back at me.

Today has given me whiplash. This morning was, I don’t even know how to describe it—mind-blowing.

I can still feel his mouth on me, the way he fucked my pussy with his tongue and fingers.

The ease with which we just walked around, him holding me while listening to the guitar.

I can’t believe I let him hold me like that.

I don’t cuddle, but the way he held me, the conversation.

I didn’t know what to think of it, so I made up an excuse that I needed to use the restroom.

When I was making my way back to Ian, a drunk idiot bumped into me on purpose and then decided to try to feel me up.

My instinct was to defend myself, so I punched him.

That’s when I saw Ian; I’ve never seen that look on his face.

He was a different person, one I’ve never encountered until tonight; one who sent chills down my spine, but who I wasn’t afraid of.

Augustus brought me back to the room a couple of hours ago, and there’s still nothing from Ian.

So I've been taking the longest shower of my life. I can still feel his arms wrapped around me, and it’s the safest I’ve felt in a really long time.

When he walks next to me, I don’t have to worry about looking over my shoulder.

Knowing that I'm not alone helps me relax and enjoy myself, and that’s maybe why I shared some things about myself.

He doesn’t know it, but he is the only person whom I've shared my dislike of diamonds with. It may seem trivial to others. I also prefer emeralds; it’s my birthstone.

Putting on one of my new pajama sets, I make my way to the balcony.

There’s a full moon out tonight, and the stars are shining so bright that I can see their reflection in the dark ocean water.

I look to the sky and start counting the stars; it’s something that I've always done—a way to calm my nerves.

The air changes around me; there is a vibration that envelops my senses, and I can feel him before he even says a word.

“So beautiful.”

I turn and see Ian standing at the balcony doorframe with his arms crossed.

He looks like he just stepped out of the shower.

This man was carved into perfection; his skin is flawless, not a sign of scrapes or scars.

Unlike me, that thought alone makes me wince internally.

I know he saw my scars. There’s no way he wouldn’t have while we were on the beach, but he didn’t ask about them.

So I just moved on because if he’d ask, I don’t know what lie I’d tell him. Telling him the truth isn’t an option.

“Yes, they are, but I didn’t take you as a stargazer,” I say.

“I wasn’t talking about the stars.”

I can feel my cheeks heat. “Is this your thing?” I eye the balcony door. “To stand there and stare at women from the balcony door?”

“Not women, just you.”

This man has me wound up so tightly, and I don’t think I can run from him.

I don’t think I want to, not right now at least. I hate him for having this effect on me.

I shouldn’t, but fuck it. Without saying a word, I close the distance between us.

Standing in front of him, I don’t hesitate; getting on my tippy toes, I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pull him into a kiss.

He opens for me immediately, wrapping his arms around me, bringing me closer to him.

It’s a fight for dominance, but I decide to give in.

Letting him take control, and he seems to realize it, because his grip around me tightens.

I feel his erection on my stomach and can’t help myself.

Bringing one hand down, I squeeze him so hard that it elicits a deep moan from him, a sound I feel in my core.

His kiss takes my breath away. He removes his hands from around me, and they travel down to my thighs, lifting me to him.

I wrap my legs around him and tighten my hold around his neck.

Grinding my hips on his stomach. I moan into his mouth.

“So needy.” I can practically hear him laughing.

All I can do is moan. He removes one hand and reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out his knife. My breath hitches.

“Relax, baby, I got you.”

“O-Okay.”

“You look so fucking gorgeous in this, but I’ve been dying to see you without anything on. Plus, I bought them knowing I was going to cut them up.” He smiles wickedly.

And he does just that. I hold still, and he uses the small knife to cut the straps of my top, which falls, exposing my breasts.

“Look at those hard nipples, waiting for me to wrap my lips around them.”

He leans down, planting kisses on my chest, then moves to my breasts. He bites both of them, but the pain turns to more need. He wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking on it. He greedily moves from one to the other.

“Oh fuck… Ian.” I whimper and grind my soaking pussy on him.

“I know, baby, I know. Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to worship you, like you deserve.”

I need more. My body feels like it’s on fire.

He grabs my hair and pulls it, exposing my neck.

He leans down, peppering kisses along my neck, my ear, then kisses me all while walking inside.

He carries me to his bedroom and drops me on the bed.

Not bothering to close the door, and to be honest, I couldn’t care less.

He’s staring at my shorts, and I immediately realize why.

I’m so wet that I soaked through my panties and bottoms.

“I should rip this pair too, but I can’t bring myself to do it. A souvenir to remember tonight.”

I would ask if he’s joking, but I know he isn’t.

He slides the shorts off my body and tosses them to the floor.

He slowly takes off his shirt and moves to his black sweats.

Then stands there, naked, and I almost choke when I see his dick.

It’s big and thick; I can see the precum leaking from the tip, and my mouth waters. He sees me staring.

“I-I-I think you are too big.”

“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll fit. I’ll fuck you until your pussy molds around it.”

He stands there caressing me with his eyes.

Grabbing my thighs, he spreads them open and starts kissing the bottom of my legs, and makes his way up, biting my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.

I hiss and arch my back in response because even though it hurt, the painful sting that follows intensified my need.

None of my other sexual partners has ever made me feel like this.

Then again, they never bothered to ask, but Ian knows without me having to say anything.

“Stop thinking and let go,” he demands.

Panting. “I’m not.”

He brings his hand down on my pussy, slapping it.

“Ahhh.” I mumble, followed by a moan.

“Seems you like the pain, baby.”

I don’t respond because he’s right.

Another slap. Another moan.

“You drive me crazy. You know that?” he tells me with his husky voice.

“Yes, and you drive me crazy too.”

He kisses and bites his way up my stomach until he reaches my nipples.

He sucks on them, and I move my hands and tug on his hair.

He responds by biting hard, and I grind my hips into him.

I need friction. He continues kissing and biting me all the way to my neck, then moves my head to the right, kissing my scar.

I tense at first but force myself to relax.

With one swift move, he rips my panties and tosses them to the side.

His hard and juicy cock rubs on my pussy, finally giving me the friction I need.

One hand pinching my nipple. I feel like I’m going to combust. Pulling away, his hand cups my drenched center.

“As much as I want to hear you beg, I can’t tonight.

I’ve wanted you for so long that I’m barely holding on.

We have a lifetime together, and there is so much I want to do to you,” he says before crashing his mouth to mine.

Ian grabs my arms and puts them to my sides, then he sits up on his knees.

I miss his touch the instant his hands leave my body.

We stand still for a minute, taking each other in. He grabs the base of his dick and starts caressing my pussy with it again. I’m a mess; the whimpers and moans that leave my mouth are so foreign.

“I need you inside me. Now,” I demand.

He continues to tease my pussy.

“Serena, I’m going to fuck you raw. Nothing is going to keep me from feeling all of you. Do you understand?’

I nod.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Ian. I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.”

“I’m clean too. And baby, there are no safe words tonight. You are going to take everything I give you.”

“Yes,” I say eagerly.

He puts the crown of his dick at my entrance and starts to push himself into me.

“Fuuuccckkkk, Serena, you’re so wet, baby.

” I try to relax my body, but he’s so thick.

I whimper. One hand guiding himself into me and the other cupping my face.

” Just breathe. I’m almost there.” His thumb brushes my cheek. “Good girl. Take all of me.”

One inch, then another. Once he’s completely inside me, he stays still for a moment so I can adjust to him. Then he slowly pulls out and slams back into me.

I cry out. He’s too big and thick. But the pain turns into pleasure.

“More, I want more,” I beg.

He moves his hands to my waist, pinning me in place, and slams into me. He fucks me hard and deep, and I love it. We lock eyes, and he grips me harder and pushes me up the bed with his deep thrusts.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. It’s not a question.

He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, and the other falls onto the mattress for a deeper angle.

“Holy…Ian, more”

There’s the smirk that makes me want to punch him, but he gives me what I ask.

“Baby, you're going to be so sore that when you walk, your pussy will get wet just from remembering my cock.”

“Is that so?” I challenge.

He picks up the pace. Bringing one of his hands to my clit, he pinches it. I swear I start to see the stars that I was counting earlier.

“Ian.” I say his name.

“Tell me.”

“Ian. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your dick throb deep inside.”

I see the switch as soon as I say the words. With a growl, he grabs both of my legs together and bends me into a ninety-degree angle. His hands move to my hips, and he relentlessly slams into me. One hand holds my legs in place, and the other goes back to my clit and rubs in circles.

“Whatever my girl wants, my girl gets.”

“Ohhh shit…Ian, I’m going to come.”

“Come, Serena, I want to feel your pussy clench around my dick.”

That’s all it takes, and I fall over the edge. The feeling of euphoria consumes my body. I’m still riding out my orgasm when I feel him explode inside me. His dick throbbing as he empties himself there. It’s one of the best feelings I've experienced.

What the fuck, Serena? You’ve never let anyone come inside you, I internally yell at myself. He leans down and kisses me gently as he pulls out of me. I feel the ache between my legs along with his cum dribbling down my thigh, and he groans into my mouth. Pulling away, he looks down and smiles.