Page 33 of Devil's Queen
“No, but I didn’t think it was fair for you to know the half-truths. I owe you that much,” I say, my voice low, earnest. “With your missing shipment and the rumblings from some guys in the Zulu Kings, I wanted to give you what I could so you could prepare and make decisions with all the information available.”
Rem’s jaw tightens, her gaze hard. “And what do you want from me now that you’ve shared all this?”
“Just you,” I say, my voice sincere.
“And if I’m not on the menu?”
“I’ll keep coming back with the hope that changes. I’m not giving up hope, Rem. I stood by for too many years waiting for my second chance with you.” I can see the war raging in her eyes, the battlefield of emotions flowing like a river of fire. The tension between us is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and hidden desires. I look at her, my heart pounding. She looks at me, her eyes locked on mine.
“I’m not sure I’m ready for all of this,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too much. Too complicated.”
“I know it is,” I admit. “But I can’t deny my feelings for you, and I can’t ignore the truth either. You and me? We work. Complicated or not.”
I shift from my stool, walking around her desk and spinning her in her chair to face me. She gasps at the sudden motion. I kneel in front of her, putting us at eye level.
“What are you doing?” she hisses.
“You said that you would never get on your knees for me again, but what you didn’t realize is that I don’t want you to submit to me. I want you as you are.”
Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard. I reach out and cup her face in my hands. She looks at me, her expression a mix of fear, love, and confusion.
“I need you to know, Rem,” I say, my voice low and steady. “Whatever comes next, I’m in this with you. I’ll face it all, no matter how dark or complicated. I’ll protect you, and I’ll fight for us. You’re worth it, Rem. You always have been.”
She bites her lip, her eyes locked onto mine, and I can see the walls crumbling around her. I can see her starting to believe, trust me, and let me in.
I lean down, my lips a hair’s breadth away from hers, and she closes her eyes, her breath hitching. In that moment, I know we’re both on the precipice of something life-altering, beautiful, and powerful. And then she kisses me, slow and deep. It’s a kiss that says she trusts me, believes in me, and needs me just as much as I need her.
It’s a kiss that means everything.
Her lips press softly against mine, a gentle pressure that sends shivers down my spine. The warmth of her breath mingles with mine as our mouths move together in a slow, deep kiss. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes without a single word, conveying trust, belief, and need in just one simple gesture.
In this moment, everything else fades away, and it’s just her and me caught up in the intensity of our connection. Even if this doesn’t last, I know she is mine and I am hers, bound together by an unbreakable bond in this moment.
Her hands move from my hair to explore the contours of my face, tracing every curve and line as if committing them to memory. I respond in kind, my fingertips dancing along the delicate skin of her neck, making her shudder under my touch. Our connection deepens, fueled by a hunger that has been building for far too long.
Lost in this kiss, we are immune to the world around us. Time becomes irrelevant, lost in the realm of our unspoken desires. The weight of our pasts and the uncertainty of our futures all fade away, replaced by the consuming heat that binds us together.
But even as our lips part, a sense of longing lingers between us. The kiss may have ended, but its impact reverberates through every fiber of my being. It’s a reminder of the connection we share, a promise that cannot be broken.
“I, um,” Rem stutters. She tries to shift away from me as a red flush blooms on her cheeks, but I drag her lips back to mine. If tonight is all we have, I’m not wasting a fucking second of it. I know that the minute reason catches up with her, she’ll push me away again.
I grip the back of her chair tightly, using my free hand to unzip her catsuit down to her waist, revealing a black lace bra underneath it. The thin material barely covers her breasts.
My fingers trace the delicate curve of her breast before finding her hardened nipple. I pull at it gently, causing her to gasp and arch her back in response. Her lips, swollen from the kiss, part as her breath hitches, her eyes never leaving mine.
As my fingers explore further, I can feel the heat of her passion building within her. I slide my hand down her soft stomach, feeling the tension in her muscles gradually relax as she trusts me more with each touch. When my hand reaches her where the zipper stops, she hesitates, her eyes revealing a battle between desire and doubt.
“Tell me you want this as badly as I do, Rem.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and she swallows hard before whispering, “Yes.”
With that, I pull the zipper down the rest of the way, revealing the skin of her lower abdomen as she lifts her ass to help me get the catsuit past her hips and then slide it further down until her legs are exposed. The curve of her hips and the delicate line of her thighs are bathed in the dim light of the room, creating shadows that make her look even more alluring. Tattoos I’ve never seen before cover her thighs.
“Fuck, Rem. You’ve never been more beautiful.”
With her legs now spread, I can see the dampness between them. A testament that despite everything that has happened between us, she still wants me. The things I’ve dreamed about doing to her and her beautiful body swirl in my mind. I want to taste her, to feel her velvety skin against my lips.
My hands fall to her knees, parting them wider to give me more access to her laced-covered pussy. I allow a finger to trace the soft fabric gently. Rem arches her back from the smallest of touches.