Page 36 of Forbidden Empire (Sinful Gods #1)
And with the way he filled me, stretching and owning every inch, I was more than willing to let him believe it.
“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 after wave 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.
I didn’t trust myself, not with the way my chest ached, or how every breath seemed to risk shattering whatever fragile thing we’d just made.
Instead, I just held him closer, refusing to let go, desperate to keep this moment whole for as long as I dared.
But I taught them. Those thoughts and emotions twisted in my skull, making me dizzy with confusion, need, and the kind of deep, aching satisfaction that lingered like a bruise.
Hours later, we crashed together in sleep, tangled up in the sheets and each other.
My pussy was still warm and full of him, his cock slick with the echo of my pleasure.
Outside, the lights of the Vegas Strip flickered through the windows, painting the dark with neon.
When morning came, the first thin slash of sunlight broke through the glass, turning everything gold.
I rolled over. Aidon was there, still sleeping, his face soft and unguarded.
His eyes were closed, his mouth slack, no hint of the ruthless, ferocious man I knew him to be. Just a man, vulnerable and beautiful in the dawn.
I rolled onto my side, letting my gaze linger on him, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest hypnotic in the dawn’s hush.
My fingers traced the lines of his torso, featherlight, savoring the quiet solace that settled between us.
Here, in this hush, there was no struggle for dominance, no silent war simmering beneath our skin. Not yet.
The day hadn’t truly begun.
Instead, we floated in that fragile space between the heat of last night’s hunger and the inevitable cold distance daylight brought. Our bodies still belonged to each other, tangled in sheets and memory.
He was still mine. I was still his.
There was nothing left between us but skin, bone, and the thunder of two hearts beating, unguarded. The usual tension, the power, the push, and pull. All of it faded away, leaving only stillness. Only an aching sweetness.
For once, my mind was quiet. All the noise, all the chaos fell silent, replaced by the simple intimacy of his warmth, his scent, his nearness.
I wanted to stay like this forever: watching him, touching him, worshipping him with my hands in the gentle morning light.
Of course, I knew it was doomed from the start. That didn’t mean I could stop myself from wanting it to last, from wanting him.
Sunlight crawled in greedy streaks over his naked body, and I let a ragged smile split across my lips.
My gaze devoured him, drinking him in inch by glorious inch. The sight of his cock shooting raw, desperate shivers through me, down to the bone.
His voice was a low, rough whisper. "Hey."
It punched through the haze of morning and snapped my gaze up to his face, sharp and electric.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whispered back, words trembling between us, both of us holding onto the quiet like it might shatter if we moved.
His eyes flicked down, catching the way my fingertips traced over his chest, lingering on the hard lines of muscle.
He smirked, “This is new.”
My lips curled into a smile, slow and defiant, and I shook my head.
“Don’t ruin it,” I breathed, the warning raw in my throat.
He laughed, a deep, hungry sound, and caught my hand, dragging my fingers to his mouth.
His lips were hot on my skin, burning a trail into my bones.
My head dropped to his chest, heart pounding so hard it felt like a challenge, and his arms caged me in, pressing every inch of me into his bare heat.
He tangled a hand in my hair, his breath ghosting over my scalp. “Good morning, beauty.”
We remained there, suspended, until our breaths synchronized, and the world faded away.
But the questions wouldn’t stop clawing at me, demanding answers. I couldn’t hold them back anymore.
I broke the silence. “What happens now, Aidon?”
He exhaled, the sound ragged and final. I looked up, finding him staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched, eyes dark with something I couldn’t name.
“Now, we end it.”
His words were immovable, a final verdict, and the echoes of yesterday’s arguments still tangled in my mind.
He’d said ‘we,’ and I clung to the hope that meant he wouldn’t fight me anymore, that I was truly going with him to face Rhea.
“Together?” I breathed, needing to be certain, holding his gaze and searching for any flicker of doubt.
He pulled me into him, gentle but sure, guiding my head back to rest against his chest. I could hear the steady beat of his heart when he finally spoke.
“Always, Esme. Always.”
His promise lingered between us, light and soft, curling around me and making me feel weightless, a kind of happiness swirling in my chest because I knew the fight was over. I didn’t have to argue with him again.
Not about this.
I melted into the safety of his arms. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I felt like I belonged somewhere. Like I was home.
I could get used to this, I realized.
If only it wasn’t so dangerous.