Page 40 of Forbidden Empire (Sinful Gods #1)

I found myself just giving in to him, letting my body go, allowing every part of me to react to every kiss, every touch, every single thing he pulled out of me, even the stuff buried way down deep where I didn’t like to look.

But submit? Hell no. Not even close.

There was a difference, and it mattered. Aidon wasn’t trying to boss me around. He wasn’t looking to make me heel. He wasn’t trying to win or prove anything; he just took what I wanted to give.

And the truth was, I wanted him to have everything. All of it. In that wild, rough, no-holding-back kind of way.

The kind that burned.

Bodies tangled together. Wanting to get hotter and louder, until it felt like too much.

Skin against skin.

Mouths meeting, hungry.

Hearts beating, hard…

Yeah. That.

He broke away from my mouth, lips drifting to my neck and pressing kisses along the side, soft and slow. I let my head tip back, a shudder running through me as his mouth worked over that sensitive skin.

A low sound slipped from me, something between a moan and a gasp, my back arching so my breasts could press harder against his chest.

He trailed tiny kisses down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. His tongue flicked out, a quick dart that made me shiver. He didn’t stop there.

He kept going, lips slipping down the top of my breasts until he was at my nipple, his mouth closing around it.

A cry tumbled out of me, sharp and needy, as my nipple hardened under his touch. He bit down, just enough for a jolt of pleasure, his teeth grazing, teasing, until I was gasping again.

“Harder!” I demanded, arching my back like I was offering him everything.

He made a sound, a low, rough growl, and his teeth sank harder into my nipple, making me cry out, not in pain, but something filthy and bright.

He let go, leaving my nipple wet and throbbing from the attention, then dragged kisses across my chest, stopping only when he bit down on my other nipple.

“God, Aidon,” I groaned, fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head closer, as if I could pull him through me.

He bit again, sharper this time, and the sensation ripped the breath from my lungs. Every bite sent shocks straight to my clit, which was now throbbing and desperate for more.

He moved further down, licking and nibbling at my belly, before pausing at the top of my pelvis. His tongue darted out to lick that sensitive spot just above my pussy.

My thighs twitched in response, and my entire body felt like it was strung tight and blazing with need.

I almost gave in to the urge to grab him by the hair and beg him to finish me off, but I knew we were both trying to drag this out. I wanted slow, yes, but the slow I had in mind and the almost torturous pace he was going for were two very different things.

And he knew it.

If I had to guess, I’d say he was taking a little too much enjoyment in how much he was driving me up the wall.

His tongue skimmed along the edge of my pubic hair, slow and deliberate. I couldn’t help but lift my hips, a silent plea that he chose to ignore. As always, he liked having his way too much and drawing out his fun.

His tongue slid along the side of my pussy, right at the top of my thighs, maddeningly close to where I wanted him. But still not quite there. I let out a shaky breath. He let out a couple of sharp, almost taunting breaths, the heat of them hitting my clit and pulling another gasp from me.

“Aidon! Please!”

He lifted his head. His eyes were full of mischief. “Please what, Esme?”

“God!” I couldn’t help the sound of frustration that came out. “Just…”

“Just what?”

He was impossible. I glared at him, lifting my head, trying to look furious. It lasted not even two seconds. The sight of him there, between my thighs, looking up at me, just made me want him more.

He looked so damned good. Sexy as hell. Rugged, but refined, sophisticated, everything at once.

I couldn’t get enough.

I looked at his mouth. “You know what I want,” I said, trying to sound firm.

He just smiled. “And you know what I want, too, don’t you?”

“Aidon, please…”

“That’s a start,” he said. “Keep going.”

I couldn’t do anything but shake my head and laugh at the mess I was in. Why was it so hard to say what he wanted to hear? It would be easy. All I’d have to do was give him what he wanted, and then I could have what I wanted, too. But nope.

This thing between us, the stubborn resistance, the weird game we played, it was like it had gotten so tangled up in who we were that I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to quit.

Maybe this was how we started.

“Aidon, I’m dying with desire for you,” I managed, the words feeling stiff and awkward in my mouth. “Please, will you give me your mouth? Will you eat my pussy and make my thighs shake, make my entire soul tremble with pleasure the way I know you can?”

He raised an eyebrow, looking too smug. Then he nodded, the smirk on his face back in full force.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His cocky grin stretched wide, eyes twinkling with confidence.

If someone else had stood there, I might have pushed him aside, refusing to tolerate his arrogance.

But now, I kept my distance, feeling Aidon’s gaze on me, knowing he understood everything I needed to say without a word.

Thankful he didn’t force me into begging again.

He ducked his head and got to work, his tongue moving in and out of my pussy like it belonged there, like it didn’t know how to stop.

He fucked me with it for a few seconds, unyieldingly, before shifting to my clit, sucking and nibbling.

Hard. It made me squirm, legs shaking, hair a mess, everything gone except the feeling.

“Yes, that’s it; please don’t stop,” I said, not caring how desperate I sounded.

He sucked my clit even harder, tongue flicking at it, fast and slick, and the orgasm hit me, rolling over me before I could brace for it.

“Yes, god yes; I’m coming,” I groaned, hips pushing up, chasing his mouth, the pleasure sharp and sweet and so much I went limp, panting.

He held me so tight it felt like one body moving in one rhythm. His hands were everywhere, sliding up and down my body, finding my breasts, cupping them, squeezing, his mouth never leaving mine.

Once I’d gotten my breathing under control and my brain started working again, I realized I was desperate to return the favor.

I wanted it so badly, the hot, heavy slide of his cock in my mouth, the weight of it on my tongue, pushing between my lips, all of it.

So I nudged his shoulders, and he let me, rolling onto his back and watching me with a curious look. I couldn’t help grinning at the expression. I raised a brow at him, all mock-seductive.

“Your turn, handsome,” I said, climbing over him and straddling his hips.

His cock was already hard as hell, pressed against my dripping pussy, like he wanted in. Not yet, though. That wasn’t what I wanted, not for the moment.

Instead, I leaned down, my hair falling around our faces, shutting out the rest of the world. I looked straight at him. And for once, his face was soft, not just full of hunger, but something else, too.

He smiled at me, not cocky or teasing, just honest. For a second, I wondered if Aidon liked me.

Maybe this wasn’t just about sex after all.

And maybe he saw me, too, with the same look.

My gaze flickered away, my pulse ticking with the uneasy truth: safety here was an illusion, at best. I didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust me, either.

Still, there we were, stripped bare, bodies and secrets and all. Letting each other in, inch by careful inch, even if it made zero sense. But I wasn’t about to waste time or brain cells on the why. Untangling all that could wait. I had one thing on my mind.

His cock. Sweet, thick, begging for attention.

So I let him set the pace, following his lead. I trailed kisses along his neck, down to his chest, and clamped my teeth around his nipple to see him flinch.

He gasped, and I couldn’t help grinning as I kissed my way lower, tongue skating down each line of his six-pack. My lips brushed his treasure trail, soft dark hairs rasping against my tongue, making my clit jolt and ache.

I didn’t try to make sense of it. I just wanted more.

“Esme, fuck, woman!” I couldn’t help but grin. I loved that I could do this to him.

I loved knowing I could make him lose control, make his toes curl, make him shudder from something only I could give.

There was a power in it, not the usual kind we fought over, but something different, something heady and addictive.

Knowing I could make him come, make his cock hard and flushed and aching for me? It was intoxicating. The best kind of rush. The kind I’d never give up without a fight.

I moved down, lips trailing toward his cock, but I didn’t touch it. Not yet. Instead, I kissed around it, careful to avoid any contact with my mouth. If he wanted to tease, I could tease right back. Fair is fair.

“You teasing little vixen,” he growled, catching on.

That made me smile wider. I dragged my lips along the top of his thigh, slow and lazy, then dipped down between his legs, licking the skin right beside his balls, ignoring the way his cock strained for attention.

Taking a page out of his playbook, I exhaled, slow and steady, letting the warm rush of air drift over the bared skin of his upper thighs. He groaned, louder this time, and I couldn’t help but notice how his cock twitched, straining up into the air like a plant starving for sunlight.

I dragged my tongue down his thigh, then back up again, this time grazing his balls. He moaned and lifted his hips, eager, but I shifted my mouth away.

“Dammit, Esme!” he grumbled, all protest and frustration.

I almost burst out laughing.

I was in control here, not him.

And I knew it drove him nuts, which just made me want to keep going.

I reached out and curled my fingers around his shaft, hot and velvety in my hand.

“Yes, fuck!” he gasped, keeping his eyes glued to me.