Page 131 of Unforgiving Queen

My love for her was like gasping for air. It made my lungs burn and my chest squeeze whenever she wasn’t near… like I forgot how to breathe when she wasn’t around.

But now she was mine. Fucking mine. My wife. My life. My future.

The first signs of morning filtered brightly into our suite. Reina’s hair fanned out across the pillowcase, resembling a field of sunflowers. It had been like this for the past two days, ever since we left Venice.

I knew I should let her rest. I’d fucked her through the early morning hours until she couldn’t take it anymore. She panted, cried, and pleaded in that soft voice that always made me cave, begging for reprieve. The moment I tucked her safely into my arms, she threw her leg over mine in an “I own you” kind of way.

As if there were ever any doubt.

The knowledge of our legal union soothed the restlessness inside me, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. I checked my phone messages, but there wasn’t a single one waiting. Not from Romero. Not from my brother. Not even from my mother. Or maybe I was just being paranoid, letting the fucked-up thoughts in my head taunt that I’d lose her again.

I stroked my fingers through her hair, relishing the silky feel of it. It was past her shoulders now, not as long as before but enough to wrap her curls around my finger twice, three times.

Kidnapping her had been the most logical solution to the issues arising in the Omertà, but it wasn’t the best one.

Especially after learning of my cousin’s dealings with Sofia Volkov and Perez Cortes. Marrying Reina and announcing to the world that she was my wife might attract problems from Sofia and my cousin Itsuki, but I wouldn’t—or rather, shouldn’t—worry about Perez Cortes. He was too scared to leave Brazil.

But he’d hear of this marriage and he’d know she was forever out of reach to the sick bastard.

It was my cousin who posed a bigger threat, one that I was no closer to resolving because the slick bastard was in hiding. I’d received word that even the men closest to him didn’t know where to find him.

It worried me. In fact, I was worried enough that I’d been considering getting my brother involved.

I slid out of the bed, careful not to wake Reina, and then texted the captain to take us to the Philippines. She’d be the safest there. When we left Venice, I told him to take the long and slow route, but now I wasn’t so sure that was smart.

My eyes landed on my wife and the sight instantly eased the tightness in my chest.

Her cheeks were pink. Her lips roughened from my kisses. My band on her ring finger.

Trailing my hand down the length of her neck, I took the black satin bedsheet and pulled it to her waist, exposing her breasts. The mattress shifted under my weight as I bent my head and brushed my mouth lightly over her nipple.

My cock jerked when her legs parted for me, demanding to be inside her.

Let her rest,my conscience demanded.

But I ignored it, inhaling her scent as I lowered my head, her arousal hitting me like an aphrodisiac.

I swirled my tongue in circles, savoring her, tasting her, teasing her. A soft moan tore from her lips and my cock hardened painfully in response.

Her fingers grasped my hair and I glanced up to find her watching me through heavy eyelids. Holding her gaze, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard.

“Amon.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.

I slid two fingers inside her slick heat, her insides clenching around them and her hips meeting each thrust. Increasing the tempo, I fucked her with my tongue and fingers while keeping my eyes on her. Her head fell back and her fingers tightened in my hair as she rocked against my mouth.

“Oh… Oh… God, please…” I grazed my teeth over her clit and she arched off the bed with a cry. “Amon, oh… I’m going to…”

She fisted my hair, grinding against my face and chasing her pleasure as I devoured her like she was my last meal.

Her cries as she climaxed and drenched my fingers were a sinner’s melody.

I peppered kisses over her sensitive skin and then climbed to my knees, covering her body like a blanket. My cock was heavy, leaking pre-cum, and painfully hard under her scrutiny. I wrapped my fist around it, giving it a few pumps as her watchful gaze filled with lust.

“I want to taste you.” Her soft demand nearly had me spilling, and before she could take her next breath, I seated my cock inside her warm mouth. She swallowed eagerly, relaxing her throat and taking me as far as she could.

Then she pulled out, licking and sucking before sliding my length deep down her throat.

The echoes of her pleasure filled the room, sending a vibration down my spine.