Page 40 of Forbidden Empire

"Oh my god," I gasped when I could form words again. My entire body liquefied, boneless.

Aftershocks ripped through me like electrical currents, my back bowed with each one. My thighs shook as his tongue softened but refused to relent, lapping at my over-sensitized flesh until I clawed at the sheets, caught in that exquisite limbo where ecstasy becomes torment.

"Fuck—I can't—" My words dissolved into a broken moan as he dragged his tongue through my folds with devastating slowness, gathering the evidence of what he'd done to me.

The reverence in his movements made something crack open in my chest. His eyes never left mine as he pressed open-mouthed kisses up the valley between my breasts, across my collarbone, and the hollow of my throat.

When he claimed my mouth, I tasted myself on his lips, salt and musk and something primal that made me whimper against him.

His weight pressed me into the mattress, skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin.

My pulse hammered beneath his palm as it curved around my throat, not squeezing, just claiming. Between my thighs, I felt empty, aching, the muscles still fluttering around nothing.

"That was..." he breathed against my lips, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black in the dim light.

A droplet of sweat rolled down his temple. His thumb traced my lower lip, swollen from his earlier assault.

I searched his face for answers to questions I wasn’t sure how to ask. The air between us felt charged, dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with our history and everything to do with how his expression had softened into something I'd never seen before.

"I'm just getting started," he murmured, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.

He shifted his weight, the movement dragging the hard length of him against my center. I gasped, fingers digging into the taut muscle of his ass.

"Then stop teasing me," I demanded, as I tilted my pelvis up, seeking more friction, more pressure, more him.

His lips curved into that infuriating smirk I both hated and craved as he positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock parting me just enough to make my breath catch, then pulled away.

"Goddammit, Aidon!" I slammed my fist against the solid wall of his shoulder, my body arched off the bed, seeking him like a lightning rod seeks the storm. "Stop fucking toying with me!"

He wrapped his hand around his cock. The sight of him thick, flushed purple-red, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip, made my mouth flood with saliva. He dragged the velvet head through my folds, the contact electric, almost painful against my swollen flesh.

"You bastard," I hissed, as he circled my entrance, promising everything, delivering nothing.

My thighs quivered, spread so wide, the cool air hitting the slickness between them. I could hear how wet I was, that obscene, liquid sound as he glided through my folds, and the knowledge burned through me like wildfire.

I clawed at his forearm, leaving angry red trails. "I swear to god, if you don't?—"

The threat died in my throat as he slammed forward in one brutal thrust, and stars burst behind my eyelids. My body seized around him, inner walls clamping down on the intrusion, trying to pull him deeper still.

"Oh!" The sound that escaped me was primal, nowhere near human, half-pain, half-salvation.

"Is this what you wanted, Esme?" The cruel amusement had melted away, replaced by something almost vulnerable, a hunger that mirrored my own, raw and desperate.

He began to withdraw, the drag of him against my inner walls sending aftershocks through my pelvis. Panic clawed up my throat. I couldn't bear the emptiness, not now. My hands flew to his ass, fingers digging into the hard muscle, holding him inside me with desperate strength.

"Don't you fucking dare," I snarled.

I rolled my hips, taking him deeper, watching his pupils blow wide as I clenched around him.

His lips curled into that maddening half-smile, but it trembled at the edges.

"What the lady wants," he murmured, lowering his mouth to mine, "the lady gets."

The kiss was an invasion, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock as he drove back into me with enough force to shove me up the bed.

My head knocked against the headboard, pain blurring into pleasure as he at last gave me what I'd been clawing for, what I'd been dreaming about during those many nights when my fingers weren't enough.

He began, each stroke deliberate and devastating, the ridge of his head dragging against that spot inside me that made my vision blur.