Page 94 of Forbidden Empire

“Harder, Aidon, please,” I begged, spreading my thighs, arching my hips up to meet him.

He responded instantly, hips thrusting in a wild, reckless rhythm, driving into me with a force that bordered on madness.

Each motion sent pleasure shuddering through me, deep and overwhelming.

He bent his head, mouth closing over my nipple, teeth catching the tender flesh with a gentle bite.

I jerked, pleasure spiking so sharply it was almost pain.

“Yes, god, yes; just like that,” I gasped, raw and desperate. “I’m going to come, Aidon! Don’t stop fucking me, please, please don’t stop.”

“Never!” He moved faster, harder, wringing every ounce of sensation from my body with his thick, relentless cock.

I stared up at him, drinking in the sight of his face twisted in fierce concentration, brow drawn, eyes wild and hungry and full of need.

The realization that what he craved was me, that the aching, desperate need in his eyes was for my body, my pussy, above all else.

It rattled something loose inside me. I wanted to give him everything, every last ounce of myself, until nothing remained but the way he filled me and the way I belonged to him in that moment.

I would have said anything, promised anything, to keep him moving inside me with those relentless, perfectly controlled thrusts.

Each time he drove deeper, precise and unyielding, I felt myself unravel further, clutching at him in a futile attempt to anchor myself.

“Yes,” I gasped, barely coherent, my pussy clamping down around his cock, rippling with spasms as I shattered apart in his arms.

He powered through my release without pause, like my body's grip around him was fuel rather than friction. Wave afterwave crashed over me as he maintained his relentless rhythm, blurring every edge until even my name felt distant.

Time stretched and compressed until my universe contracted to a single point, the place where our bodies joined, where Aidon took everything I offered and still demanded more.

The world dissolved around us.

He took me with savage intensity, his primal sounds vibrating against my skin.

His cock jerked and swelled inside me, each thrust harder, deeper, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

The relentless rhythm of his hips stole the breath from my lungs, forcing raw, helpless sounds from me as he claimed me again and again. Perspiration glistened across his forehead.

His flushed face, those wild eyes burning with untamed hunger, the merciless intensity of his movements—all of it held me captive. This possession was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, a claiming so absolute it bordered on transformation.

“Esme, I’m going to explode inside you!” he choked out, his beautiful face twisting, eyes gone dark with longing and something feral and secret.

“Yes, baby, yes,” I gasped. “Give it to me, Aidon. I want every drop you have, deep inside me. Come in my pussy, baby, please,” I begged, so close to the edge.

He shouted again, this time so loud it seemed to shake the room, his hips slamming against me with a final punishing thrust. The pleasure was white-hot, searing through me as he spilled inside, his heat flooding my aching, desperate pussy and making me shudder all over again. The sensation of him filling me, the wetness and the rush and the sheer need sent me spiraling, raw and wild and undone by it all.

His arms stayed locked around me, possessive and desperate, as if letting go would mean losing me forever.

We remained tangled, sweat cooling, clinging to every inch of contact. His grip was bruising, fingers dug deep, like he needed the ache to remind him this was real. Between us, the silence buzzed, heavy with everything we couldn’t or wouldn’t say.

I traced his spine, slow and deliberate, feeling the shiver ripple through him at every touch. He trembled, a live wire, all that raw energy still crackling just beneath the surface.

When he lifted his head, his mouth found mine again, slow this time, reverent.

His kiss lingered, full of a tenderness that threatened to undo me even more than his hunger. The need between us was still alive, insistent, coiling tighter with every heartbeat, even as exhaustion threatened to drag us under.

It wasn’t enough. We hadn’t sated anything, only stoked the fire.

I said nothing.