Page 93 of Forbidden Empire

That did it. I saw the fuse catch.

“Is that a dare?” he shot back.

Then he shifted, just enough.

The head of his cock at my entrance. One smooth thrust, and he was inside.

A guttural cry tore from my lips, the feel of him inside me sending sparks racing through every nerve ending.

He was hard, thick, unyielding, and I spread my thighs, bracing myself against the counter, letting him in as deep as he could go.

I caught the smug pride flickering in his eyes.

Let him have it. Let him believe he fucking owned me. Let him think whatever he wanted, just so long as he kept driving into me like this, shattering every thought until there was nothing left but raw, desperate pleasure.

His strokes were long and relentless, each thrust purposeful and raw.

He dragged his hips back, slow and deep, only to slam forward again, sending bright sparks of pleasure through my every nerve.

His hands tightened around my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me, hard and unyielding, his cock sliding hot and smooth inside me, stroking every sensitive inch.

“Yes, god, Aidon!” My head tipped back as he drove deeper, harder, taking what he wanted.

The sight of him above me burned into my mind: naked, muscles flexing, his shaft buried deep, wet hair plastered to his temple, eyes wild and hungry.

He looked like a god, feral and unrestrained, fucking me with a savage, desperate need.

I never wanted him to stop.

“Fuck, Esme, your pussy feels like heaven.” His eyes found mine, dark and wild and so fucking desperate.

The words slammed into me and sent jolts everywhere.

His cock was buried deep, impossibly deep, and he held me there, fingers biting into my hips as he ground in slow, punishing circles.

My lips parted. My thighs shook.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he bit out, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this, couldn’t believe me.

“Then don’t.” I forced my chin up and met his gaze, refusing to look away.

“Goddammit, woman,” he growled, pulling out only long enough to slam into me again, hard and fast, each thrust a demand and a promise wrapped together.

His grip tightened around my hips as if he needed to ground himself. In one swift motion, he lifted me, carried me to his bedroom, and dropped me onto the bed.

He was on me in an instant, covering me completely, his cock plunging into my soaked pussy all over again.

He fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on savage, every movement designed to make a point I already understood.

Aidon needed me to know who I belonged to.

That my body, my pussy, even my thoughts, were his to claim. That letting him between my thighs was more than surrender—it was ownership.

He was relentless, taking everything and leaving no doubt.

Me. My body. My pussy.

And with the way he filled me, stretching and owning every inch, I was more than willing to let him believe it.