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Chapter 3

A barely noticeable flutter of his tongue against her most sensitive spot and he was gone again, only the tip of his finger running down her thigh.

She would murder him. She would curse him into a cockroach and smash him with her foot.

"Robin of Locksley!" She hissed, rolling her eyes at him as his grin broadened even further. "I'm not gonna beg. So you can just give up and get in me."

"Not gonna happen." He leaned down, flicking his tongue through her folds before he looked up at her again, licking his lips. "Your majesty."

"I'm gonna kill you."

He actually laughed, his lips vibrating against the soft skin on her inner thigh, shooting sparks through her body. He laughed and her heart thudded hard against her ribcage. She couldn't remember the last time someone didn't take her threats seriously.

But this was Robin. Her lover, her friend.

Somehow during the last year he had become her confidante, never leaving her side, having her back in every fight, worming his way into her heart until she couldn't imagine a life without him anymore.

"Robin?"

Her voice must have conveyed her inner turmoil because his gaze locked with hers, his eyes softening as he watched her intently, sliding out from between her legs and up her body until he was lying beside her.

His hand splayed over her stomach as he kissed her gently, his tongue tracing over her bottom lip, waiting for her to open up, his fingers skimming down and through her folds, coating them with her arousal before he raised his hand and swirled the fingers across her nipple, leaning down to suck it into his mouth, working the hard nub over with his lips and teeth while his hand trailed back down her stomach, his fingers gliding deeper, rubbing her clit teasingly and dipping inside of her for just a second before he was gone again, making her groan in frustration.

"Robin!"

She grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, her breath hitching in her throat as she saw the heat in his eyes, completely forgetting that she had just wanted to pull him over her but it seemed he had read her mind, gliding over her and settling between her legs, his hands closing around her wrists and pulling her arms up, enfolding both of her wrists with one hand, pressing the other against the mattress to hover over her, his muscles bulging as he tilted his hips forward, only his tip brushing over her, pressing softly against her entrance.

She wanted to shout, she wanted to hit something because this was too much. Too much feeling, too much emotion, and she screwed her eyes shut, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard as he skimmed over her clit.

"Regina?"

He didn't move, didn't say anything until she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

"Don't hide from me."

She let out a shaky breath, relaxing under him. He was right. They had been through too much together. No need to keep her walls up and her lips trembled as she rocked her hips upwards, her mouth tilting up into a self-deprecating smile as she finally gave in.

"Robin, please?"

"Please what?"

"You know exactly what."

"Tell me, Regina." He let go of her hands, shifting on her, his hard length pressing into her stomach as he leaned forward to brush his lips over hers. "I want to hear it."

"I want to feel you in me. Hard, hot, pulsating. I want you to take me, Robin of Locksley." She whispered against his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. "I want you."

He shuddered in her arms and finally he pulled back and positioned himself, slipping into her in an excruciating slow pace, gliding in inch by inch until he was buried completely in her, giving her the time to adjust to his size before he started to move, slipping in and out of her, still too gentle, too tender for her taste and she dug her nails into his skin, her voice hoarse with passion as she demanded from him to take her harder, a loud moan escaping her as he obeyed and thrusted into her, harder and faster, shooting her over the edge only a few thrusts later, tumbling over with her.

"I love you." His lips brushed over her ear, his body was pressing her hard into the mattress. "My God, Regina. I love you."

She couldn't say it. Not yet. So she turned her head and kissed him passionately, still tasting herself on his lips, her stomach tightening as new desire shot through her and she buried her face against his neck, breathing him in, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere.

Which was a good thing.

Because she didn't know what she would do if she were to lose him too.