Page 35 of Forbidden Empire (Sinful Gods #1)

But my treacherous body had its own agenda. But lust was winning, and with Aidon, it always had.

I trembled for him, craved him, needed the intoxication that only Aidon could deliver. And beneath that hunger lurked something far more dangerous, an emotion I refused to name, swelling like a high tide I couldn't outrun.

I despised its power over me.

But God help me, I couldn't get enough.

His eyes peered into mine, a spark of raw, naked emotion flashing in his dark, stormy gaze. He raised his hand to my cheek, caressing the ugly yellow bruise. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing like it always did when Aidon touched me.

The sound of my swallow echoed in the steamy bathroom.

My fingers whitened against the marble edge, anchoring me to something solid while everything inside me threatened to dissolve. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.

Not this easily. Not this soon.

I sealed my eyelids shut, building a flimsy barricade between us.

"Aidon," I breathed, his name evaporating into the mist between us.

Against the curve of my backside, I felt him harden, and despite myself, my lips curved into something dangerous and knowing.

The radiating warmth of his skin against mine dismantled my defenses one by one.

His palm traveled from my face down the column of my throat, each vertebra acknowledged by his fingertips with methodical precision.

A sound escaped me—half surrender, half defiance.

When his hand claimed the flesh of my ass, my eyes flew open. Our gazes collided in the fogged mirror.

His mouth, that cruel, beautiful mouth, tilted up at the corner—a look that made it obvious he knew exactly how much my body wanted him. And there was nothing I could do about it.

His fingers slid between my cheeks, moving down to my pussy.

With his other hand, he nudged me forward until I was bent all the way over the bathroom counter, my ass right there in the open for him to see.

He dropped to his knees, pressing those same feathery kisses that had been on my shoulder just seconds ago onto my ass. His fingers slipped underneath, found my pussy, and slid inside.

I gasped, startled, the sensation of him behind me so illicit it made my knees weak.

His fingers plunged deep, the slickness between my legs making it effortless, like my body just knew what he wanted.

One hand working inside me, he used the other to pull my ass cheeks apart, exposing me even more.

I felt so bare, so fucking vulnerable, and it made my heart race.

His breath ghosted over my skin.

“Spread your legs, Esme,” he said.

It was pointless to argue or to pretend I didn’t want this.

"Wider," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble against my skin.

And then his hair brushed against my ass, and he flicked his tongue at the entrance of my pussy. I gasped, way too loud, legs shaking, thighs trembling, and I opened them wider, shameless.

The way he was behind me, his mouth on me, was new. Naughty. Wildly exciting. It was nothing like the other times he’d gone down on me.

I couldn’t think; I just wanted more. I’d never wanted anything more, ever.

"Fuck, Aidon, that's...amazing," I managed, breathless.

He slid his fingers inside me again, his tongue working long, lazy strokes up and down my folds, taking his time.

The way he fucked me with his hand, his mouth following, was slow and deliberate, each movement dialing up the heat.

My hips rolled without thinking, desperate, my eyes rolling back as I gave up any pretense of control and let myself go, lost in it.

It felt wrong in all the right ways, wicked and off-limits.

The heavy pulse of his breath on my ass and the way his tongue and fingers played with me had me completely undone, like I was drunk on him.

“Aidon, Aidon!” I yelled, wanton, shoving my ass higher so he could get at me. He slammed into me, harder now, his fingers digging deep inside. Then he curled them, scraping over my G-spot while sucking my clit from behind.

My brain just went off like a firework, pressure building deep in my core, higher and higher until it exploded.

My body twisted, my ass started wiggling and grinding, my release hitting so fast and hard I couldn’t even breathe.

My arousal gushed down his hand, and he kept going, not hesitating, licking and feasting. He continued his delicious torment until he sent me over again, my pussy clenching and spasming, pushing me to the point I thought I might pass out.

Aidon growled against my quivering pussy, determined, relentless, as if he wouldn’t stop until I was beyond undone.

And even then, he would expect more. Another shudder vibrated through me, his hands all of a sudden rough on my hips, shifting me around to face him.

My eyelids fluttered open, only to lock with his.

The lust and starvation in his eyes had my heart skipping a beat. His need was undisguised, Dark and concentrated, all focused on me.

He dipped his head again, mouth catching my clit in a hard, punishing suck, then flicking, sucking, flicking, while his fingers dug into my hips, holding me where he wanted me.

“Aidon, fuck! I’m coming again!” I cried out, the words tore from my throat as I clutched his hair, pressing him closer to my pussy harder.

My vision blurred at the edges as another climax ripped through me, each pulse stronger than the last until there was only one breath between us.

My legs trembled uncontrollably, my body no longer my own.

When he released my hips and rose to his feet, his lips glistened in the bathroom light. The look in his eyes wasn't just satisfaction. It was a triumph.

And we both knew he was just getting started.

His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss hard, insistent, desperate, as if he needed to swallow my breath to survive.

I shivered at the way his lips moved against mine, the heat of his hunger only fueling the fire twisting inside me. His fingers caught in my hair, tugging at the roots, tilting my head back so he could kiss me deeper, his tongue tangling with mine and setting off sparks.

I tasted myself on his lips, sweet and wild and dizzying.

I locked my arms around him, dragging him closer, matching his urgency with my own.

His thigh wedged between mine, nudging them open, and he stepped in, closing the space between us so that his cock, hard and pulsing, pressed right up against my pussy.

I gasped into his mouth, and the raw, frantic need between us surged, a torrent I couldn’t hope to contain.

He let go of my hair, hands drifting down, catching me beneath the thighs.

In one rough pull, he hoisted me up and set me down on the bathroom counter.

It was freezing, marble biting through my skin. His fingers dug into my hips, not soft, not gentle at all, holding me tight, like he owned the place.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard, his eyes even darker than before. Hungry. Always hungry.

“You’re mine, Esme,” he growled, and then his mouth crashed against mine, hard and hungry.

I twisted away, just a little, shaking my head, grinning up at him.

“You always say that,” I whispered.

I drank in the spark in his eyes, the heat of his hands clutching my hips, his cock nudging at my pussy, the delicious haze of everything he’d done to me already.

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.