Page 78 of Forbidden Empire

The sound of her begging almost undid me.

My cock jerked so hard it hurt, a slick bead already forming at the tip. I gripped myself tight, fighting for any scrap of control as it threatened to slip away in its entirety.

"You know you don’t have to ask," I growled, my words savage and unsteady. Every muscle in my body was straining, pulled tight as a wire. "Take what you want."

Her lips curled with something feral and triumphant, twisting her features until she wasn’t the woman who’d stolen from me or the one who’d begged a moment before. She was something elemental now, a goddess of ruin, nothing less.

My lungs locked up as she stalked forward, each step deliberate, thighs parting just enough to bare the swollen, glistening flesh between them. Every muscle in my body went rigid, straining all of my control.

Then she straddled me, heat radiating off her in waves that hit my skin before her body did.

Her thighs caged mine, her weight settling over me with the inevitability of conquest. The scent of her arousal wrapped around me, thick and heady, salt and musk and something pure Esme. My cock twitched, smearing wetness across my stomach as I struggled for breath.

“Esme,” I choked out, her name shattering in my throat when she held herself above me, hand wrapped around my base, lining me up with her entrance.

She sank down, slow and merciless, an inch at first, just the head breaching her, the tight heat stretching to take me in.

Then she lifted off, leaving me cold and desperate for her, only to drop again in a brutal stroke that tore a raw, broken sound from both of us. Her inner muscles clamped around me, pulsing, trembling, squeezing so tight I saw bursts of white behind my eyelids.

She rose above me, wild and vengeful, like something untamed and immortal.

Her head fell back, throat bared and slick with sweat, her spine arching in a perfect, impossible curve as she rocked down onto me with relentless force.

Every motion sent a surge of sensation through my body, her weight crashing against my hips, the searing heat of her body clenching around me so tight it was almost agony.

Her hair tumbled loose and feral, each savage thrust lashing it across my chest, scorching a path down to my bones.

The sound she made was raw, inhuman, a guttural, wordless cry that vibrated from her chest and straight into mine.

She moved with a ruthless precision, hips rolling in a punishing, endless rhythm, drawing me deeper, her muscles tightening around me until the world narrowed to nothing but the black edges of my vision and the desperate need clawing at my spine.

I tried to hold on.

"Not yet," I ground out between my teeth, hands digging into her thighs, desperate to anchor myself, to leave something of me on her skin.

I couldn't give in, not with her like this, feral and perfect, her skin flushed and gleaming, nipples hard and red from our earlier battle, lips swollen and parted, her whole body a living memory I never wanted to let go.

Then she slowed, the change in pace so sharp it nearly broke me. Every inch of her slid against me, torturously slow, sending bolts of raw electricity through my nerves.

Her eyes met mine, pupils blown wide and hungry, and she bent low until our chests were pressed together, heartbeats racing wild and uneven.

She caught my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down, sharp and perfect, and the pain shot straight through me.

That was it. I snapped.

I flipped her beneath me in one rough, unyielding motion. Her gasp shattered the silence, but I was already driving into her, hard and deep, the force of it making her body arch up beneath mine, legs snapping tight around my waist and hauling me impossibly closer.

I sank into her until it felt like I was lost inside her, pleasure and pain twisting together, so sharp it left me trembling.

Her eyes flew open, wide with shock and need, her lips parted around a breathless, silent cry.

I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her there, helpless and shuddering, every muscle quivering under my control.

“Oh, god!” she moaned, the sound breaking from her throat, cheeks flushed a desperate crimson.

Her pussy clenched and fluttered around my cock, and I let my thumb press down on her clit, rubbing slow, punishing circles until she was writhing and gasping my name.

“Yes, fuck yes, Aidon! I’m gonna come!” she cried, head tossing side to side, her body tightening and milking me as she shattered beneath me.