Page 110 of Forbidden Empire

Deep, rolling waves of pleasure curled inside me, pressure building until I thought my nerves would snap. Every thrust of his cock lit up some wild new center in my brain I didn’t even know existed. My fingers sped up, chasing the rush. I was right at the edge, his cock pulsing, driving into me, hard enough I felt the press of his hips against me.

“Fuck, Esme, I can’t hold off much longer, baby.” He buried his cock so deep inside that it was almost too much.

His words shattered me. My orgasm detonated, pussy clenching hard around his thick cock, my body shaking, hips jerking up into him. I moaned, aware of the noises I was making, writhing under him as wave after wave crashed through me, each one somehow better than the last.

He slammed into me, fucking me through my orgasm until my eyes rolled back in my head. When I went limp, I just let himhold my hips up, his hands tight, determined. He kept thrusting, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping onto my bare chest as he moved over me.

I stared up at him, searching his face, desperate for something. Everything inside me was a mess, a whirlwind, a tornado, impossible to untangle. But in his eyes? I found it.

All of it. The things he tried so hard to hide.

The uncertainty. The honest-to-god naked hunger.

All those feelings…

He didn’t bother to cover them anymore. They were right there. Raw. Vulnerable. Almost sweet, in a weird, sincere way that hit me harder than anything else had all night.

I smiled at him, drowning in the same flood of feelings, hoping he could see it, too. That he knew I was right there with him.

Always had been.

I was just as scared. Maybe even more. Too fucking scared to ever say the words out loud, or even admit they were there at all.

He leaned down and kissed me again, softer this time, his cock still driving into me, and something in me just…broke.

Not in a bad way. More like all my walls just gave up and collapsed, and we were drowning in the mess we’d made together, our own little fucked-up orchestra playing somewhere deep in the back of my mind.

Our bodies?

They were singing, like a bunch of angels or gods or whatever, except the thing we worshipped was the feeling of it, the pleasure, and how it made everything else disappear.

Aidon’s cock throbbed inside me, and he moved faster, chasing his release, and my nails left angry tracks down his back, not that he seemed to care. He dropped his head to my shoulder, hips moving like he couldn’t even stop himself.

“Yeah, Aidon, fuck, yes,” I said, rocking my hips up to meet his, and then another orgasm hit me so hard I thought I might pass out.

It rolled through me, wild and sweet, and I wanted to stay in that river of sensation forever.

And then, with every push, every desperate thrust, I felt him lose it, hot and messy inside my ass, and that was it.

I shattered, lost in pleasure.

“Yes. Yes.”

The two of us clutched each other with a desperation I’d never known, our bodies jerking and shuddering as pleasure crashed over us, unfiltered and raw.

We were both left panting, chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat.

I melted into him, my head pillowed on his chest, just listening to the wild, uneven beat of his heart and letting his fingers drift through my hair.

There was a hush in the aftermath, the kind of quiet that wrapped around you and made you feel…safe. Warm.

Like the world outside couldn’t touch us here. I let out a deep breath, my fingertip tracing random patterns through the fine hairs on his chest while he held me.

Peace. That’s what it was.

Real honest-to-god peace, a kind of comfort that made everything else in my life feel like a distant second.

For once, we’d found a way to drown out all the noise and exist, the two of us, together. It was like we’d carved out this tiny, sacred space where we didn’t have to fight or hide or prove ourselves to each other.