The Mouse and The Monarch

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A gasp escaped her lips, the impact stealing the breath from her lungs.

The grip on her throat was not constricting, not intending harm, and she knew he wasn't about to let go.

Blue eyes, normally calm and familiar, now blazed with a fury that sent shivers across her skin.

Yeah, he was definitely angry with her.

His gaze penetrated hers, searching for something within the depths of her eyes.

The intensity of his scrutiny was unsettling as if he sought answers that lingered in her features.

The door pressed into Ophelia's back as he moved his body closer to hers.

His gloved hand, still retaining the strength that had slammed her into the door, embarked on a slow descent down the front of her lace-clad chest.

It ran over her breast and squeezed roughly.

Her mind turned blank as a moan escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability.

"You didn't do that for him," he said roughly as his hand moved away from her chest and gripped her hip tightly.

Her eyes dropped, surrendering to his touch with way too much ease.

Her head rolled back against the door as need surged through her.

She couldn't say anything as his fingers dug into her skin, tracing patterns on her skin, leaving a trail of desire in its wake.

Harsh movements shattered the fragile equilibrium as he pulled her off the door and into his chest.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her across the room and towards his bed.

Her mind refused to work as he gripped her hips and threw her down onto the bed.

She felt her breath leave her lungs as she hit the bed, her eyes wide in shock.

With forceful determination, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Before she could protest, he placed a hand on the back of her head and shoved her face-first into the soft expanse of the blankets, the fabric absorbing the muffled sound of her surprise.

Her words fell silent as the weight of his hands wrapped around her hips from behind.

In an abrupt motion, he lifted her onto her knees, a move that left her breathless and disoriented as her arms shot out to keep her balance.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't even remember his face," he said angrily in her ear, his teeth nipping at her skin.

She heard the unlick of his belt, her eyes widening as she realised what he was doing.

She turned to look over her shoulder but his hand curled into her hair and pushed her down gently.

"König-" her words died on her lips as she felt his gloved fingers slide over her clit.

She moaned loudly into his sheets, fisting them in her hands.

His large fingers traced over the lace from her clit all the way to where he could feel her wetness pooling.

"You wet for me?" he asked stiffly as he pressed a finger further into the lace covering her.

She could only nod her head dumbly.

The hand on her head sunk into her hair.

His sudden, harsh grip on her short hair pulled her head back with a force that sent a shiver down her spine.