NYQXEE’S POV
King Quen’s hand grips one of my breasts, warm, firm, and possessive while his lips remain attached to the curve of my neck, sucking and nipping with a purpose that makes my body tremble. Every inch of me responds to him, instinct taking over, the heat between my legs building like a storm about to break.
A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it, raw and desperate. I hate how needy I sound, but what I hate more is how much he revels in it. His smirk against my throat is slow and wicked, like a fire slowly consuming everything in its path.
“Baby…” His voice rumbles in my ear, a mix of gravel and warmth, and that single word makes my knees go weak. His hand leaves my chest, moving to my waist, and with a seamless strength, he lifts me off the ground, placing me on the c
