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Immediately, I fly up, unprepared for anything close to what he’s referring to, but Khaos isn’t having it. He shoves me back down, this time his hand clamping tightly on the back of my neck, pinning me to the bed.

He chuckles, my fear amusing him. “Don’t worry, I’ll save that for another time. Just relax.”

Instead of tormenting me further, he lines himself up at my entrance, prodding slowly until the walls of my pussy suck him back in again. His arm wraps around my waist, and his fingers find my clit. He starts thrusting his hips, this new position allowing him so much deeper.

“Yes.” I breathe, my muscles melting.

I can hear the sound of my own wetness as he plunges into me, his fingers working frantically. I’m back to the familiar place that only Khaos can bring me to. Down, down, down into the swirling pit of desire. Somewhere I never want to leave.

His other hand slithers up my stomach to clench my throat.

The cords of his muscles writhe beneath his forearm as he lifts the top half of my body, my back pressing against his naked torso.

Despite looking like he’s made of stone, we mold into each other like a perfect fit.

He thrusts up into me, his hold on my neck tight enough to make me work for a breath, his other hand strumming me like his own guitar.

His pants are hot against my ear, silencing when his teeth sink down into my shoulder. As a scream hurtles out of my mouth, Khaos takes it as an invitation to slip two of his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He orders.

My knees quiver, ready to give out, but he just holds on tighter. I wrap my lips around his fingers, my tongue lapping over each one, obeying his direction. His moans are deep, seduction laced with power, becoming my new addiction. My body convulses violently, another orgasm ready to claim me.

In this moment, I believe that Khaos is a God and I’m the abyss, a void of nothing until he came around.

Touch by touch, he’s created the stars. Kiss by kiss, he’s created the planets.

Finally, the big bang of the universe as our bodies clash together in an epic explosion.

And if he isn’t a God, then how can he make such a devious act feel like a commandment when it’s the farthest thing from just that?

It’s blasphemy at best, but I can’t bring myself to even feel remotely bad about it.

Slipping his fingers out of my mouth, he takes one of my hands to replace his own and for the first time ever, I touch myself.

He wraps both arms around my upper body, keeping me tight against his chest, his skin slapping against mine violently.

The tight pinch of my nipple elicits a whine, but he doesn’t let up.

“I’m going to fill you with my come.” He warns in my ear.

“It’s okay.” I pant, nodding my head, desperate to feel him pulse inside of me. “I’m on birth control.”

His dark and delirious laugh catches me off guard.

With a punishing thrust, he grunts, “You act like I’d care if you weren’t.”

I don’t know if it’s the fear of his confession or the realization that I hold more power over him than I thought, but that vicious flutter building low in my belly explodes, shooting straight through my core.

It renders me paralyzed, my head flying back slamming against his shoulder as my fingers dig into his forearms.

“That’s it come on my dick.” He grunts, his hips bucking in short, spastic movements.

Every inch of my skin tingles, little sparks igniting in my brain, spreading through each nerve.

His words, his commandment, is my complete undoing.

His name barely escapes my lips as I struggle to breathe, his hold on my body excruciatingly tight.

I can feel the walls of my pussy pulsate around him, draining him dry.

He releases a sound so feral it rivals the most primal animal thriving in the wild.

My body collapses in his arms, my muscles giving out. As my lungs relish the air that finally fills it, his hand glides down my belly, cupping my center. The subtle touch causes a searing shock to my sensitive bud, my body lurching forward to escape.

“Nuh-uh. I want to feel your cunt swallow all my come. I want you leaking for days.” He growls.

I shake my head, desperate for some reprieve, but Khaos’ relentless fingers start to punish me in torturous circles. My body jerks against him, twitching involuntarily as another pending orgasm threatens to demolish me like a building turned to rubble.

The only way to cope with such intensity is to scream, letting out the boiling lava erupting inside of me. He continues faster and faster, his grip on me painfully tight as I thrash around in his hold. I’m weeping, tears streaming down my face shamelessly as I convulse with unconstrained pleasure.

“I can’t.” I cry, the torture enough to go insane.

I tip over the edge of delirium as Khaos’ fingers pinch my clit with one final thrust of his hips. I come crashing down like a tsunami wiping out civilization. I’m soaked and shivering from electric currents that still run through my body even now as he pulls out of me.

Finally, I’m allowed to collapse onto the bed, panting and twitching. My lower belly still feels full as if Khaos has never left. He’s stained himself inside of me so permanently that he’s altered my DNA, rewiring my make-up to believe he’s as Godly as he portrays himself.

I lay there spent and depleted, unable to move. A slow devilish smile cuts across Khaos’ face as he joins me, resting his upper body on his elbow. His face hovers over me, his eyes worshiping me like he’s created a masterpiece of art to admire.

The heat of his stare is too much for me as his words from earlier repeat in my head on a loop. I can feel my face flush, my hands coming up to hide myself.

“Don’t.” Slowly he peels my hands away, dragging his thumb through the tears left on my cheek. “I need you to look at me when I tell you this.”

I swallow anxiously. The words that leave his mouth are always catastrophic.

“You're mine, Ashton Crawford. ”

His mouth crashes down on my bruised lips sealing his declaration while his palm rests on my stomach just between my hips.

“Every damn inch of you.” He murmurs into my mouth.

He pulls me up, wrapping me around his body and carries me to the ensuite.

I feel like a rubber band that has lost all elasticity. My body is so thoroughly spent that it’s hard to even stand, but it makes no difference to Khaos as he holds my weight in the shower, shoving back into me, my spine sliding against the wet tile.

This time his thrusts are leisurely and slow, the need to just be filled with him overpowering the soreness from moments ago. It isn’t until there’s a knock on the bathroom door that we both finally still.

“Ash? Are you almost ready for dinner?” Sam calls out.

My head falls back against the tile, completely forgetting about dinner.

“Uh, yeah.” I call back out to her as Khaos gives a rough shove inside of me. “Give me five minutes.”

“I only need two.” He smirks, water dripping down his God-like face.

He has a beauty that I’ve never seen on a man before.

It’s so breathtaking that it hurts when I look at him.

There’s a familiarity in his features that brings a sense of comfort to me, like I’ve known him my whole life.

Maybe that’s why I never push back when he crosses every line I’ve ever drawn for myself.

He pummels into me while I hang onto him for dear life, my arms wrapped around his neck with my legs around his hips. I cry out, the sound bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout the bathroom. When we’re both panting and satisfied, he places me back on my feet and I can barely keep myself up.

He helps me out and dries me off, my limbs like jelly. I open the bathroom door with my towel wrapped around me, Khaos at my heels, and slam straight into Sam.

“Oh my God!” I jump, unaware that she had been just outside this whole time.

With her arms crossed against her chest and an eyebrow cocked, she smirks at me.

“I was just... We were... Uh?” I stutter, completely lost for words.

“Fucking.” Khaos finishes, slipping around me.

She spares him a single glance but her double take causes Khaos alarm. When her eyes widen, he realizes the same thing she does, and immediately brings his palm up to cover the lower half of his face.

“You can trust her.” I reassure him.

“I would never out you. Hurting you would clearly hurt Ash and if anything, trust that I would never hurt Ash.” She affirms.

Slowly, he lowers his hand, but can’t bring himself to look at her. He’s glaring at me, probably praying to himself that he can trust me.

“I’ll let you two get ready. Ash, reservations are in fifteen, so hurry up.” She reminds me.

I rush to throw my clothes on, braid my hair, and add some makeup taking me just slightly less than the time Sam gave me. Khaos and I join the others in the living room, Sam sitting on Hypnos’ lap.

Than stands to his feet as Khaos comes in behind me, still maskless. His brows raised nearly to his hairline as he tries to accept what he’s seeing. “So, you finally trust Ash now?”

"Obviously, look at them.” Hypnos gestures towards us with his hand.

“Awe you two getting married and poppin’ out some little creepers?” Kokytos teases .

“You guys would definitely make some cute kids.” Hailey smiles, snuggling into her boyfriend's side.

I cringe, “I think we’ve taken our relationship from deeply despising one another to more of a toleration.”

Hypnos snorts, “You tolerated him for the last two hours.”

Heat stains my face and Khaos smirks, stealing a glance my way.

He loves the fact that I’m not denying us, but I keep having to remind myself that just because he makes my body bow down to him doesn’t mean my heart has to.

I’m here for a good time, not a long time and I would be stupid to think otherwise.

Sam jumps off of Hypnos’ lap and grabs my hand. “We have to get going.”