Hive Queen by Sinclair, Grayson (positive books to read .txt) 📕

hand ran rough through my hair. With a flash of regret, I pulled my hand back and picked her up and turned over, lowering her to the bed. I leaned over her, placing a single kiss on each breast before I moved to her neck and pressed my lips to the base of her throat.

“How rough do you want it?”

“Hard, make it hurt.”

“With pleasure.”

Do not show me her memories.

“As you wish.”

The Aspect took hold of my mind and guided my actions. My teeth poised at her flesh, I flicked out my tongue before tearing through and drinking a liquid sweeter than any wine. Her blood rushed hot into my mouth, and I swallowed a mouthful.

She groaned when my teeth broke through her skin, digging her nails into the meat of my bicep. To hurt and be hurt in return—I was more than fine with a little pain. Just as much of a masochist as she was.

I licked at her blood, my saliva closing her nascent wound and erasing the little ruby red drop that slid over her pale beauty to rest in the hollow of her collarbone. Her blood hit me harder than the best whisky, and the Aspect made its will known. It wanted more, and so did I.

“Give me your finger,” I said.

Her arm rose languidly from the crimson sheets, and she smirked at me as she gave me a very specific finger.

I smiled. “In due time, Raven. But I need a claw.”

Her hand twisted, elongated and a single black talon protruded from her index finger. “Better?”

“Perfect.”

I took her hand in mine and wielded her claw like a scalpel. I brought it down between her breasts, eliciting a moan mixed with pain and pleasure. Blood welled from the cut, and I licked up her chest, closing the wound and swallowing every last drop of her wine.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it, again. Harder.”

I leaned over and kissed her, taking her lip between my teeth and biting, spilling her life afresh, over and over again. She raked her nails down my back, slicing shallow wounds across my shoulder blades, and I grunted in surprise, playing my tongue over hers.

After we broke away, she slid from under me and smirked at me. “I can’t hold back any longer. I need you. Now.” Raven unbuttoned her cotton pants and kicked them off in a frenzy.

She spread her legs for me, baring her soaking wet opening. She kept herself trimmed; only a thin tuft of black hair covered her otherwise pristine skin.

“What are you waiting for?” she said, pointing at my own trousers. “Off.”

A laugh slipped through my teeth as I grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”

My pants hit the ground, and Raven crooked a finger toward me, beckoning me to come to her. I did so willingly. I knelt over her, my girth pressed against her wetness, teasing the entrance. With a jerk, Raven wrapped her arms around my neck and thrust her hips toward me, sliding all the way to the base in one single, fluid motion.

She tensed and let slip a moan of delight as she clung to me for a split second. As she rode the initial high of pleasure, she looked at me with eyes so dripping with satisfaction, I nearly lost my composure and burst then and there.

Raven gripped her legs around my waist and twisted, throwing me to the mattress to sit atop me. She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine before she started working her hips vigorously.

With each heavy motion of her hips, she moaned into me, not letting her sounds escape our conjoined lips. She slid her hips up and down in delight. Finally, she rose as her hands went to my chest. She dug her fingernails in and gyrated her hips, swaying side to side as she built up her tempo.

Raven ground against me faster and faster. Her breasts bounced with each riveting roll of her hips. Her breathing deepened as sweat poured down her body. She worked back and forth in hypnotic rhythm as she built to her climax.

As she reached her peak, her thighs clutched tight against mine, and she screamed in ecstasy.

Her fingers stained red, Raven arched her back, and her midnight wings unfurled from her back, bathing us in stygian feathers as they drifted lackadaisically to the bed.

She collapsed on top of me, panting, trying to catch her breath.

Her hair stuck plastered to her porcelain skin in waves. I brushed it out of her face and down her wings. When her labored breathing finally calmed enough, she propped up on her forearm and gave me a lazy smile.

“Fuck,” she breathed.

“That was the gist of it,” I said, smiling.

Her lips found mine, and this time, it was a gentle kiss, bereft of anything but Raven’s desire to be here with me, in this moment. I returned it, caressing her neck as I held her close.

“I think I enjoyed that more than I had a right to,” I said, stroking her hair.

“I’m just glad you gave in to my little quirk,” she replied, her voice lifting.

“That was mostly the Aspect’s influence on me, I think…but I enjoyed it as well.”

She took my chin in her hands. “Does that mean you’ll do it again?”

“If that’s what you want.”

She smiled wide. “Oh, absolutely.”

We stayed curled together for a while while we both enjoyed each other’s company. But we had to get up eventually.

I went to move, but Raven stopped me, her hand locking around my wrist and guiding it to her breasts. My fingers uncurled as her bust filled my palm, her heart beating gently under her softness. I glanced at her, eyes narrowed. I didn’t mind where my hand was at, but I was a little confused.

“I noticed you didn’t get