In War, There Is Love

My Darling | 18+

The way she reacted to him. To his voice, to his words, to his gaze, to his hand that had become a necklace around her throat.

It was perfect. Pure perfection. It was as if she was made for him, only him. For two mates that loathed each other with a burning passion, they were always so in tune, it was unimaginable.

And she didn’t even deny being jealous. Possessive.

She had a right to be possessive. She was his Queen and she knew her place. Demetrius was afraid that once she realized the true power she had over him, she would never stop using it to her favor.

And he would let her.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, darling?” Demetrius whispered against her jaw, his lips brushing her skin possessively.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she breathed out, still trying to hold her composure somehow. It was almost adorable, if she hadn’t been as infuriatingly proud as he was.

“Pulling that little stunt with the wizard? As if you couldn’t feel my eyes upon you the entire time.” He squeezed once, and the small whimper that left her lips was almost his undoing.

“I wasn’t the one with his mistress on his feet, now, was I, husband?”

His other hand rested on her hip, squeezing it until she squirmed under his touch. He could smell her. Taste her on his tongue although he had never really had a taste of her. Demetrius was afraid if he didn’t have one soon, he would die.

“What mistress?” His voice sounded pained. He was losing control. “There is no fvcking mistress, Maya, and you know that. There is only you.”

Demetrius went to capture her mouth, finally have her moan against his lips but she turned her face away, letting his lips rest on her left cheek. “Your lips have been on her skin.”

“Fvck, Maya.” Both his hands were now roaming all over her body, searching her, needing her. He placed them under her thighs and managed to lift her and have her legs wrapped around his lips despite the silk of her black dress. No matter her words, she threw her head back and he kissed her throat, her chest, then settled on sucking lightly on the spot that connected her neck with her shoulder. “You were all I could think of. Your eyes on me. You’re driving me insane.”

Demetrius walked backwards until he reached his throne, sitting down as she straddled his lap, her hands pulling on his hair needily. “Did her blood taste as sweet as mine?” There was no doubt in her question. She knew it didn’t. She knew he was addicted only to her now.

“No,” he answered anyway. “Nothing does.”

She had started moving slowly against him, rubbing herself in his clothed c***k, and he couldn’t help himself but thrust upwards. Once twice. A few times until they had settled on a slow rhythm that had them both panting against each other's mouths desperately.

This was all so insane. He had lived for centuries. He had been with countless women over time, yet he had never once been this gone, this close to coming without once being touched.

His wife would be his undoing.

“These,” he said as he squeezed her breasts in his hands. “I need to have these.” And without warning, he tore her dress in the middle of the chest and let her small breasts free.

They were... even those were elegant. Pucking under his gaze, and Demetrius couldn’t help but have one in his mouth. He could almost fit it all in. The thought made him growl in possessiveness.

Maya moaned. “Demetri.”

She didn’t know what she did to him when she called him by his short name.

Demetrius went to grab her neck again, and this time she welcomed it fully. Begged for it with her eyes instead of her lips.

But he could still see the war inside of her dark blue eyes. She was still fighting this, fighting the idea of wanting him when she hated him all at the same time.

Suddenly Demetrius wanted to murder her father, and anyone else who might have caged her and her free soul.

In reality, she was fierce just like him. Unafriad. A little bit twisted. They were too similar for their own liking.

“Don’t be ashamed, Maya.” He held her eyes and her throat as he whispered the words against her mouth. “Never with me. Take what you need. Whatever it is.”

She sighed against his mouth, biting at her lip as if she could stop herself from kissing him.

She couldn’t.

“My darling.”

Before, Demetrius could have sworn she hated that name with all her heart. But the way she went for his mouth, hungrily, her clothed fingers mindlessly working to get to tear at his clothes, told him it was her weakness instead.

Her moan when she separated her lips from his was half need, half frustration.

Chuckling, Demetrius helped unfasten his pants and saw as she took his c***k in her hand, stroking him. Suddenly, he wanted to remove her tight black gloves and so he could feel her skin, but for some reason she refused to do so.

“Maya,” Demetrius warned when she started stroking herself against his tip, already getting herself off. She felt soft and wet and warm, in contrast with his dead, cold skin, and she cried out when she got the tip inside.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn it. She was going to be the death of him. But if he died as she struggled to get used to his side, he’d die a happy man.

“Demetri,” she cried out his name, frustrated, desperate. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was on top, he was big, and perhaps there should have been a little more preparation, however, they were both too close to their insanity for that now.

Slowly, Demetrius circled her c**t with his thumb and saw as she rotated herself against him, slowly lowering herself in his c***k. It was the prettiest sight of his goddamn life. “You can do this, my darling. You can get it all in.”

Finally, she did. And they both moaned in each other’s mouths when she started riding him, her fingers scratching his bared chest as she thrust herself just the way she liked it.

It was his way of letting her have this after he had had the blood of another woman. Just this once. They both knew it was just this once.

“It’s a one-time thing,” she whispered between moans. “It won’t happen again.”

The fact that she believed that was even more ridiculous. “Like hell it won’t,” he hissed as he sucked on her n****e. “You won’t be able to live without this.”

“You give yourself too much credit.”

Just when he thought she would be a little less defiant. Demetrius grinned against her skin nonetheless, then growled when she squeezed around him.

It was as if only then Maya realized where they were, because she buried her fingers in his neck and lifted his head so he could look at her. “What if someone comes in?” But she didn’t stop. Instead, her panting grew louder. She was so close, like champagne ready to be topped.

His little exhibitionist liked to be watched. Not surprising considering that she was born to be Queen. To be worshipped.

“Then we’ll let them watch,” he whispered, chocking her hard this time, cutting her breath off. “We’ll let them see how the Queen wants to be chocked. Then, after you find your sweet release, I’ll have their heads for daring to look at you.”

At the same time, he pinched her c**t and her back arched as she let out a loud moan, not even caring anymore. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes.”

“Fvck. Fvck.” He was almost there too, but she had slowed down, and the kiss she let on his lips was sweet. As if this was over. As if he wasn’t thinking of switching positions and f*****g her on the King’s throne until his name was heard all over the castle.

“Maya,” he gritted in warning, realizing what she was about to do.

Still, she smiled sweetly, slipped out of him and tried readjusting her dress as much as she could considering it was teared apart in a few places.

For the first time, she looked like a pretty mess. Strings of silver blonde hair out of her low bun, cheeks flushed, body shaking.

But she seemed victorious too.

Demetrius couldn’t help but feel proud anyway.

“Wife,” he tried again. “This isn’t the way of satisfying your husband.”

“I was not trying to.”

“Is this a punishment, darling?” Demetrius realized he was still sitting on his throne, his c***k free and harder than he could ever be.

If she at least touched her, stroked her... he sounded no different from a teenager.

“Yes, it is.”

“Evil, considering this was our only time,” he provoked, his voice already telling he didn’t believe her.

“I wasn’t joking.”

Demetrius would rather choke himself to death—and that was an impossible death—than let her words become true. But if she wanted to lie to herself for a few more days, then so be it.

Demetrius wanted his wife. Desired her like he had never desired anything in his life.

At least physically. And he had come to terms with it.

Maya would soon do the same.

“I cannot wait for you to come running once fvcking yourself with your fingers won’t give you an ounce of the pleasure only I can.”

She lifted her cheek defiantly despite the flicker of doubt in her eyes.

She knew it too.

They were both screwed.