Page 284 of The Queen’s Shadow

He tore my towel away and forced me down on the bed, kicking my legs open. He didn’t give me any warning, before plunging deep inside me from behind. I cried out at the sudden fullness, but he didn’t stop to let me adjust. He pulled out and slammed back into me again, holding my head down as he did.

“You’re going to fucking take it for me.” He grunted, driving into me harder. I nodded, gripping the sheets in my fists and arching, giving him access to go deeper. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building inside me and I rocked back against him, hoping to get that spot hit more intensely.

He snarled in approval and slipped his hand around my hips until his finger found my clit. I groaned as he began to work it while he continued to drive into me from behind.

“Amon…” I breathed and he dug the fingers that weren’t currently rubbing me into my hip so hard I knew I would bruise.

“You take it so well, Raven. Look at you… you’re so fucking perfect. You were made for me.”

“I’m going to come…” I gasped, fighting the pleasure. He had brought me to the brink too quickly, I wanted it to last.

“Do it. Fucking come for me, Raven.” He rasped, refusing to let up despite my warning. The burn grew to an impossibly high intensity before crashing through me. I fell apart. I came, screaming as he continued to thrust into me from behind. He followed me over the edge with a deafening roar, his fingers gripping my hips so hard it felt like he may never let me go.

I felt him pulse inside me as he came, and I waited until he was done before rolling onto my back and pulling him down on top of me. I pressed my lips into his and he hungrily ran his tongue against mine, claiming my mouth just as intensely as he had claimed the rest of me.

“I love you, Raven. I can’t believe I’m holding you in my arms.” He whispered against my lips, and I realized he was shaking. I ran my fingers lightly up his back and froze, as I absorbed the sensation of thick scar tissue passing beneath my hands.

He winced, understanding what I had just discovered.

“I’m fine.” He said firmly. I pushed against him, wanting to see the damage for myself. He pressed me back down into the bed. “No.” He growled. I met his intense green eyes, unable to let it go,

“Let me see.” I demanded, though my tone was soft. His eyes grew glassy and he shook his head.

“No. It’s over. I don’t want to dwell on things we can’t change.” He said, his voice rough.

“Amon…” I didn’t want to force him to show me if he didn’t want to, but I also didn’t want to sweep everything that had happened to him under the rug. I wanted to be there for him, if he needed to talk about it.

“I have spent weeks imagining what I would do if I were given the chance to hold you again, Raven.” He whispered, wrapping a hand gently around my throat and holding me in place beneath him. He pulled back slightly, letting his eyes roam down the front of my naked body. Leaning forward, he caught one of my nipples in his mouth. I cried out at the intensity of the sensation as he rolled the tip sharply between his teeth. Satisfied with the moan he had drawn from me, he released my breast so he could speak.

“Looking at my scars was not one of the things I imagined we would be doing if I was ever lucky enough to have you in my arms again.”

I felt him grow hard, and he nudged himself against me.

“I just want to be there for you.” I whispered, and he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. Without warning, he drove himself into me again. I yelped at the feeling of him stroking against my insides so soon after the last orgasm.

“You are. Just let me have you.” He murmured, as he rolled his hips, thrusting into me so deep that I gasped. “Let me have you over and over again, until I’ve had my fill.”

“You can have me as many times as you like, Amon.” I breathed, and he gave me a dark smile, before pressing his fingers into my mouth to wet them.

“You shouldn’t make deals with the devil, Raven. I will never have enough of you. I may never let you leave this room again.” He ran his wet fingers down my body and slid them over my clit, watching himself as he slowly thrust in and out of me.

I jumped and jerked away from his touch, still feeling overly sensitive. He gave me a dark chuckle, but held me still beneath him.

“Shh, push through. I want to make you come again.” He growled and touched me gently once more. This time, it was more manageable, and the intense feeling warmed into that delicious burn he had taught me to love so much.

“That’s it, relax into it.” He murmured, as he continued to gently rub me, never ceasing his steady, punishing rhythm. The fire grew and grew with each stroke. My whole body clenched as a second orgasm slowly began to build.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” He asked, and I nodded urgently, nearly panting with the need to come. He was moving slowly, but steadily, holding me just on the edge but refusing to let me tumble over.

“Tell me how good it feels.” He whispered, leaning forward to kiss the underside of my jaw.

“It feels so fucking good Amon, please don’t stop.” I rushed to tell him what he wanted to hear. I knew if I didn’t use my words he would stop until I did what he asked. The pleasure that was building was so addicting, I would do anything to keep him from stopping.

“Mmm, that’s my girl. Should I let you come now?”

“Yes, please.” I begged and he chuckled, increasing his pace slightly.

“Say please again.” He urged and I gasped in frustration.