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And that fact makes me even hotter.

I work his pants down, rucking my skirt up. Settling myself over him, I don’t waste another second before I grab his full, thick manhood, and aim him right at my center.

Ero raises his head, watching me stroke him, seat him at my entrance. His eyes sear right into my soul.

“I—”

“Circe, I know?—”

“—loveyou, Fiero. Desperately.”

A rough inhale catches in his throat. “Ilivefor you.”

His words mean more than I can even rationally comprehend. Our actions might not be our own. Ananke may force us to do unspeakable things, and has.

There’s nothing left to say.

I bear down, rising above him, planting my fingers on his chest.

As he ascends within me.

Bliss and blaze. Roiling lust and something far beyond love consumes my world in havoc and raging fire. Throwing back my head, I ride my lover like there is no tomorrow. Because it’s true.

Ero’s lance completes me, spreading my walls to envelop him with a slick, silken grip. I form to him like I was molded for this purpose.

Bucking my hips grinds him against that most tantalizing target, never once allowing him more than an inch outside my entrance. I love when he pounds me, all the times he slid so deep and dragged out just as languidly…

But this time, I need him in constant contact, as much of him inside me as I can. My inner reaches clutch him covetously, refusing to let go of that velvet embrace until there is no strength left, until he’s given me everything he has, everything I need.

“Circe … goddess …”

“Ero, my king.”

His back arches up off the floor, his hands and feet flexing against his restraints. I see how badly he wants to touch me, his eyes flaring with frustrated desire.

So I grin, wicked and wide, lifting myself using the anchor of my chains. The head of his pulsing column reaches my entrance, swelling as I swivel my hips in a scintillating caress of my flower petals across his most sensitive tip.

“Fuuu—!” His entire back leaves the floor.

And with a trembling grunt of laughter, I slam back down, driving him back to the ground and driving him back where he belongs, buried to the hilt in my core.

I rise again. Slam down.

My waist gyrates, my abs flex.

Again.

“Aaaah! All of you…I need all of you!” I wail, throwing my body into a rolling rhythm. Soon, I’m sawing across his lap with reckless abandon, gushing around him and painting his pelvic skin with the masterpiece of our oncoming release.

Ero’s chest and obliques tighten, his stomach curls towards me.

The leg-locking quake begins in the tendons of my groin, radiating out into a burning flush in my thighs, blossoming into a rush of flame in my tummy. Twin coils of vibrant ecstasy spiral up my spine. Pleasure flares behind my closed eyes, brighter than the sun. I soar into orbit, out into the cosmos.

And I plummet back to the earth.

My tide rises as Ero’s rushes in, submerging me in the heat of his expulsion, slaking my thirst for him right as my dam breaks. My climax expands, then contracts around my lover, drenching him in heavenly ardor.

“You’re unbelievable,” he gasps, pumping his ass cheeks against the floor and undulating, keeping us both in the shuddering afterglow.