From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Chapter 69

My feet leave the ground when his hands lift me by the thighs and set me seated on the edge of a shelf. His body fits between my legs, which I shamelessly keep open for him.

“We shouldn’t,” I murmur against his mouth. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No, we definitely shouldn’t be doing this.” His lips part to brush the column of my throat. “We should be doing worse things.”

He nips me, but it doesn’t hurt—only a tingling that puff’s up my nipples and arouses me. His fangs and velvet lips trace my throat down to my collarbone. I feel him inhale my scent for a moment before traveling downward–his teeth part the fabric of my dress and lower it, revealing the curves of my breasts. His tongue sketches one of them, and I exhale a soft moan.

Your skin tastes so good…”

One hand grabs the shelf firmly, the other buries itself in his hair. My body writhes against his as his tongue, daring and merciless, circles my nipple with soft bites that make me tremble to my toes.

“Please, Cassian, please…”

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you begging me?” he murmurs, nuzzling between my breasts. “Fuck, so many… Do you want me to give you relief, Elara? Ask me, and I’ll show you why being with me will ruin you for anyone else.”

I’m nodding before fully realizing it—and I don’t know how to feel about it. I hold the shelf with both hands, thinking I might collapse at any moment, unaware that what’s about to come is what really makes me feel faint.

Cassian’s cold fingers stroke my calves beneath the dress with an unexpected effect. His touch ignites me. His hands travel up behind my knees to my thighs, applying gentle pressure. He kneels and lifts my legs to rest on his shoulders without effort. My most sensitive part lies exposed before

him.

“I knew the lace would suit you perfectly.”

His words whisper against my lingerie, making me feel them resonate at the epicenter of my legs. I shift my hips, seeking to feel him again. He smiles; I sense his lips curve against my skin.

“What do you want, Elara? What does the Ruby Queen demand?”

His fingers dig into my thighs, keeping them parted to give him a perfect view of what he needs most in this moment. My nails dig into wood as his breath moves closer to my sex. My need intensifies when his tongue brushes the fold of my groin and nears the fabric of my underwear.

“Ask me. I will gladly take care of you.”

“Make me feel good, Cassian. Make me feel alive.”

“Order received.”

His tongue parts my lace, and the first stroke between my folds makes the world crumble beneath my feet. My stomach twists with a strange

sensation.

The second sweep of his tongue parts me further to access my clit, a sensation so intense that my mouth cries out his name in moans. I open my eyes to look at him–he’s kneeling with my legs on his shoulders, his head moving to the rhythm of his licks. He plunges into the secret opening between my folds with the promise that he’ll explore deeper one day, and then slowly drops to my other opening.

Once his intention is clear, his tongue retraces the path to my clit, teasing it with small suction pulls that send streams of pleasure through my entire being. My breath accelerates and halts when I feel fullness wash over me.

His gaze meets mine, expecting me to recoil from his finger inside–but I only stare back with lust–filled eyes as he pushes deeper.

“You’re so tight, fuck.” I feel the curl of his finger inside me, drawing a moan from me. “You like it, don’t you?”

I nibble my lower lip, holding back fresh gasps and watching him with hooded eyes full of desire.

If the scene was already erotic, seeing his lips cover my clit while his finger pumps inside and his eyes probe me makes everything too much. I feel the adrenaline of being on the edge of a cliff and the impending fall.

My back arches, pressing into the shelf–it hurts less than the ache between my legs, demanding urgent relief.

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“You’re more alive than ever.” He breaks contact, and I see my wetness on his lips. “Come, darling.”

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I dig my heels into his back as his name slides from my lips. He sucks firmly, slowly; as I fall from the orgasme My

Chapter 69

I think that damned word is what hurls me over the cliff. Or maybe it’s the mix of his curled finger inside me and his teeth sinking into my groin that launches me into a spiral of desire.

wave,

he retracts his fangs from my

flesh and licks the wound.

“Elara?”

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