Page 29 of Forbidden Empire (Sinful Gods #1)

When her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, leaving them glistening in the half-light, my cock jerked, helpless and eager for whatever she planned.

Then her fingers, the same nimble, dangerous fingers that had once stolen from me, fought me, now wrapped around my shaft with deliberate, exquisite slowness.

The pressure had me throwing my head back, pleasure spiked so hard it was almost pain. A ragged sound ripped from my throat, raw and desperate.

Her hair spilled over my thighs, dark silk against pale skin, stark and startling.

It made me draw a ragged breath. She glanced up at me through thick lashes, pupils blown wide so her eyes looked almost black with rings of green, all hunger and intent.

Something primal clawed at my chest, breaking loose and leaving me raw.

The first brush of her lips was fire.

Heat scorched through me, vision blurring at the edges until the world narrowed to just her wet mouth on me. I made a strangled sound, low and rough, barely recognizing it as my own.

My hands fisted the sheets, knuckles aching white with the effort it took to keep from grabbing her, from burying myself deeper.

She never looked away, not once. Her tongue traced patterns that made my thighs tremble under her steady palms, as it followed the bob of the wet, slick heat of her mouth surrounding me.

She knew how to work me—a glancing scrape of teeth, a tease, a threat, pleasure, and pain balanced to perfection.

It was merciless. Devastating. Every nerve in my body seemed to converge, drawn tight around the place where her lips stretched over me.

She was a fucking goddess.

The room spun, heartbeat pounding, as she hollowed her cheeks and pulled back so the suction made my hips jerk off the mattress.

"Fuck," I gritted out.

The word was a guttural sound, just air forced past my teeth as I watched a thin thread of slickness connect her swollen lips to my cock.

Then she was back again, sinking lower, going deeper until I felt the back of her throat, over and over.

The vibration of her moan sent lightning up my spine, shattering whatever control I had left. I was unraveling for her, every defense stripped away, at her mercy and wanting nothing else.

A grating sound ripped from my chest as my fingers dove into her hair, letting the silk slip and tangle tight around my knuckles.

I lost myself to her rhythm, surrendering as she took me deeper, heat and pressure compressing the whole world to a single, blinding point.

All I saw was her: the hollow of her cheeks, lashes fluttering against flushed skin, lips swollen, stretched wide, and slick with want, drawing gasps from both of us.

"Fuck—Esme—" Her name tore out in a broken gasp, my jaw clenched tight.

My spine snapped off the mattress, electricity spiking through me when she swallowed around me; the muscles of her throat flexed around the head of my cock, so hot and tight it made my balls draw up.

Her nails scored my thighs, holding me right where she wanted me as she pulled back, a tease, a promise, and the suction forced my hips to jerk, helpless to her ministration.

Then her tongue traced over the ridge, followed the vein underneath in a perfect, lethal pattern. The moan she breathed around me vibrated all the way up my spine, a live wire. My grip locked harder in her hair, the other hand losing the fight to take over the tempo.

"Slow down—" The warning locked itself in my throat as her mouth drove me past every threshold of restraint. My thighs quaked under her palms, my whole body wound so tight I felt like I might shatter. "Esme, I can't?—"

And then, just as the pressure built to a blistering edge, she broke away.

The sudden absence left me raw, gasping, my hips thrusting upward into empty air.

My eyes snapped open to find her standing over me, breathless, eyes blazing, lips swollen and wet. The only thing left between us was a thin strand of saliva that trembled and snapped.

"What the—" The words caught, half-choked, as she locked eyes with me.

Her chest rose and fell hard, and the slow, dangerous smile on her mouth promised both heaven and hell.

She reached under her skirt, moving so deliberately it was almost cruel, inch by inch exposing the pale length of her thighs.

Her fingers found the black lace, dragging it down with agonizing patience. The fabric clung to the curve of her hips, then surrendered and slid to the floor, pooling at her feet, a dark, delicate scrap abandoned on the hardwood.

She stood there, still in her clothes but somehow more naked than if she’d stripped bare, and every primitive instinct inside me howled to the surface.

My blood pounded, drowning out everything but the drumbeat of raw, animalistic need.

"I need you inside me," she whispered. Her eyes blazing, wild and dark. "Please, Aidon. Can I fuck you?"

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.

“Me, too,” I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, chasing that final surge until it swallowed me whole, my release pulsing deep inside her as I lost myself in the raw, consuming pleasure.

Her thighs locked around me, muscles trembling like a trap sprung tight, holding me captive in her impossible heat.

Release tore through me in violent, shuddering pulses, each one dragging a ragged, primal sound from deep in my chest.

For a moment, the world narrowed to white, blinding and absolute, before color bled back in, the flush of her skin, sweat shining along her collarbone, the wild tangle of her hair fanned across my pillow.

I couldn't move. It was the last thing I wanted.

Every nerve ending screamed with oversensitivity; still, I stayed buried inside her, feeling her pulse around me in aftershocks sharp enough to make my jaw clench.

Her lips found my throat, teeth grazing the thundering pulse there, the sting instantly soothed by the drag of her tongue. Pain and pleasure crashed together, sending another jolt of electricity down my spine.

"Fuck," I breathed into her hair.

But then I felt it, the impossible hardening, hunger surging again through my veins, wild and insistent even as release still cooled on our skin.

Her eyes went wide, pupils black and blown when she felt me swell hard inside her.

"Already?" she whispered, a wicked smile curving her lips.

She squeezed around me with a deliberate flex, drawing a hiss from between my teeth.

This time, everything changed.

I caught her mouth, swallowing her gasp as I drove into her with slow, ruthless precision.

Every thrust was measured, deliberate, finding the spot that made her back arch off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders.

The frantic desperation had faded, replaced by something deeper, hungrier, and rawer. Her gaze locked onto mine, and I couldn't look away.

I was held fast, not just by her body but by something else neither of us could name. Something inside me cracked open, terrifying in its intensity, as I watched pleasure transform her face and felt her surrender, not just her body, but something far more dangerous.

We were tangled together, bodies fused, and I remained buried inside her slow and deep, refusing to let go.

My lips found hers, desperate and hungry, savoring her heat and softness as I sank into the impossible liquid warmth of her.

She was wet and yielding, swallowing me whole, and I couldn't pull away even if I tried.

Time stopped. The world faded.

All that remained was this frantic need, the friction of skin on skin, and the quiet darkness that wrapped around us.

We took our pleasure again and again, neither of us willing to stop, not when we'd finally carved out this pocket of safety in the middle of chaos.

There were no promises here, no declarations. We both knew better. This was all we had, all we could have—a secret space stripped bare and honest in its hunger.

We chased that high until we were delirious, until the lines between our bodies blurred, until we were nothing but need and pleasure and exhaustion.

Hours later, she lay sprawled across my chest, her breathing soft against my skin.

“What now?” she whispered.

“Now we finish this,” I said. “Tomorrow, we cut Rhea’s airport feeder. You lead it—manifests, faces, burns. You bring it home.”

She lifted her head, eyes steady. “And that buys me what?”

“One marker retired,” I said. “Not your name. Not Olympus. Progress.”

A beat passed, then she nodded. “Then we start at dawn.”

I pressed my mouth to her hair, breathing her in. “Sleep. The world will still be waiting when the sun comes up.”