Page 17 of Forbidden Empire (Sinful Gods #1)
My eyes locked with his, pleading.
The air between us crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on. His expression softened for just a moment, a flash of vulnerability beneath the dominant mask before he inhaled deep, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of my arousal.
He gave a single, almost imperceptible nod, the silent acknowledgment of a temporary truce in our endless war.
My eyes fell to his lips, full, parted, the lower one bearing the mark of his teeth. Something molten and primal surged through me, clenching in my pussy and between my thighs.
He bent his head with agonizing slowness, his hot breath ghosting over my skin seconds before contact. When his mouth descended, the first touch was a graze, a whisper, a promise. His lips brushed my clit with such deliberate lightness that I screamed in frustration.
Finally!
"Yesssssss," I hissed, my fingers diving into his thick hair, nails scraping his scalp as I anchored myself to him.
The first real stroke of his tongue sent lightning crackling up my spine, my back arching off the bed as if electrocuted. He growled against me, the vibration rippling through my swollen flesh, and my thighs began to tremble.
His tongue. God, his tongue traced maddening patterns, alternating between feather-light circles and firm, devastating strokes that had me seeing stars. He worked me like an instrument he'd spent years mastering, reading every twitch and gasp as if my body spoke a language he invented.
When his fingers slid up my inner thigh, leaving trails of fire in their wake, I sobbed with relief.
He teased my entrance, gathering the embarrassing evidence of my arousal before pressing two thick fingers inside.
The stretch and fullness made my inner walls clench around him, trying to draw him deeper.
"Aidon," I gasped, stripped raw with need. "Please?—"
He moaned against me, the sound vibrating against my clit as I ground against his face.
My hips bucked beyond my control now, chasing the pressure and maddening friction needed. His stubble scraped the tender skin of my inner thighs, the slight pain heightening every sensation.
He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard, rhythmic, relentless, while his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made coherent thought impossible.
The dual assault was too much. My vision blurred at the edges as pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, my body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap.
My thighs clamped around his head, my heels digging into his back as I writhed beneath him, at his mercy yet somehow holding all the power.
My lungs burned for oxygen as the room tilted and spun, my universe collapsing to a single point between my thighs where his mouth devoured me. Stars burst behind my eyelids—constellations of pleasure I'd never charted before.
"Yes, harder, oh god, please don't stop, Aidon!" The words tore from my throat, raw and primal, bouncing off the walls and back to my ears.
My hips bucked against his face, my thighs trembling as they spread wider, the muscles burning with the strain.
His fingers curled inside me with devastating precision, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the room as he pumped faster, harder.
The calluses on his fingertips scraped against that spot that made lightning crack down my spine. Three fingers now, stretching, claiming, conquering. My inner walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper still.
"You're so fucking wet, Esme. You taste like fucking heaven," his tongue flattened, licking a scorching path through my folds, gathering the slickness his fingers coaxed from me.
The sight of his dark head between my thighs, his shoulders bunching with effort as he worked me over, sent another flood of heat pulsing from my core.
My head thrashed against the pillow. Incoherent sounds spilled from my lips, half-sobs, desperate whimpers, his name like a broken prayer.
My fingers clawed at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I could reach as the pressure built to something terrifying in its intensity.
He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, hard, merciless, while his fingers drove deeper, curling forward in a command my body couldn't refuse.
The dual sensation shattered something fundamental inside me. My vision whited out as every muscle locked, suspended in that exquisite moment between agony and ecstasy.
Then the first wave hit, a violent contraction that wrenched a scream from my throat. My body convulsed around his fingers, clamping down with each pulsing wave, wetness gushing over his hand as he growled against me, drinking everything I gave him.
"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.
I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the sound tearing from my throat, my thighs trembling as they locked around his hips. My body clenched around him, greedy, desperate, a vise of need that had him hissing through clenched teeth.
"Look at me," he commanded, withdrawing.
The emptiness was unbearable, a hollow ache that had me clawing at his back.
When he thrust back in, the fullness bordered on pain, stretching me to my limits. Stars burst behind my eyelids. Sweat slicked between our bodies as we found a rhythm, my hips rising to meet each punishing drive of his. His teeth scraped my neck, my pulse hammering against his tongue.
The headboard slammed against the wall, each crack punctuating a thrust that drove me further up the mattress.
I tasted blood; his or mine, I couldn't tell.