Page 44 of Hell's Queen

I smile.

His hands work on my muscles, washing away all the dirt and grime. Soon my body is clean, so we switch. I take my time, trying to focus on him. Once he turns away to wash the soap from his chest, I see the old scars covering his back. Reaching up, my fingers feel the tiny craters. He had saved me once again during an acid rainstorm.

“Everyone gets hurt because of me,” I whisper.

Ozias sighs. “I did it because I love you. Inarian did that because he loves you, too.”

I watched him take a knife for me, and at that moment, I didn’t care about the money. I wanted to feel his coldness again. I wanted to go back to flirting and teasing him, and I wanted to taste him. Draco might have ruined my chances for that. “I… love him, too. I feel broken without him, and I don’t like it.”

Ozias turns, pulling me into him. “I know. He’ll be okay, and he’ll pull through this. Watch. He’s way too stubborn to die.”

I smile.

His finger travels up my neck. “I almost lost you, and that would have killed me.”

My eyes meet his, and my lips part. His eyes drop to my lips. “Kiss me, Ozzy.”

He chuckles. “I was about to ask.” He leans down, and I step on my toes to meet his kiss. The moment our lips collide, a sigh escapes me, shoulders sagging. I almost forgot about everything that happened. My men have a way of doing that to me, making me forget that the world around me exists.

He runs a hand down my spine, making me straighten. His other hand grabs my ass and pulls me up against his body. My legs wrap around his waist, and my hands grab his broad shoulders.

“Oz,” I moan as his finger touches my pussy from the back.

“I can be quick. I just want to show you that I love you before….” He pulls back, chest heaving. “Before anything happens to us.”

Part of me knows we shouldn’t do this. But I know he almost lost me, and I can’t imagine how he would feel after only having me once. I grab his cheek, pulling his lips back to mine. His fingers brush my pussy, making me twitch.

“How are you already soaking wet?” Lifting me, he aligns his tip right into my entrance, and after a moment, he pulls me down right onto him.

My eyes close, and my head drops back.

He lifts me up by my hips, and when he brings me down, he slams into me. I reach up, fisting his long hair and moaning.

“I love you, Asura,” he says with a groan.

My eyes open and meet his. We never remove our gazes as we work both of ourselves up. “I love you too, Oz.” He fucks me hard and fast, cock twitching with the impending orgasm.

His free hand drops between us, and I feel his thumb press against my clit. I cry out, throwing my head back.

“Please, please, Ozias.”

“I love when you say my name. I love when you fucking come, saying my name.” He moans.

“Make me come, please!” I tighten my core around him, already feeling the orgasm building. His fingers work as his hips thrust upwards into me.

“I’m coming,” he breathes, bouncing me hard and making me hit my peak. I cry out, burying my face into his neck. “Oh fuck, Asura.”

The high wraps around me, making me slightly dizzy. I cry his name into his neck, legs tightening around his waist. He is mine, finally, and I am his. He loves me as much as I love him. We come undone, clinging to each other as if this was the last time. When I finally come down from my quick high, I look at him through my lashes. His full pink lips are parted, and his dark eyes are locked on me. His huge hand cups my cheek, leaning in to kiss me.

We kiss, our bodies still intertwined. Our hands explore each other’s bodies, feeling every new inch. I feel the ridges of his scars under my fingers, and no words can honestly explain how I feel at the moment.

Before we can savor it any longer, he sets me down and finishes cleaning me up. Ozias and I get dressed. At first, my idea was to look like a Queen and wear a fancy gown. But that isn’t me. Ozias and I put together an outfit, and he takes a few extra minutes to rub lotion on my skin, and it helps me calm down even more.

“Fuck.” My stomach is doing cartwheels, even as I sit in front of the mirror, fixing my hair. “I think I’m nervous.”

He cocks a brow. “The Queen of Hell is nervous?”

I want to think of something witty to say back, but nothing comes. “Ozzy?”