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TYPHOS

C amillia’s submission tasted sweeter than I could ever have anticipated. My strong, stubborn queen had finally let go and let me truly lead.

It was a gift, one I intended to reward.

But first, I wanted to touch her. Explore her. Learn her .

Because Godsdamn, she was a sight to behold. Her long legs spread. Her pussy glistening. Her clit swollen and needy.

It took restraint not to lean down and take her. To force my tongue inside her and drive her over the edge into oblivion.

However, my little siphon needed to be utterly out of her mind before I let her fall. It was the only way to properly introduce her to the beauty of submitting.

Kneeling between her thighs, I took hold of one foot to lift her ankle to my lips. Her eyes fell closed as I kissed her there, my mouth moving slowly up her calf to her knee, and then along her inner thigh all the way up to her weeping slit.

However, rather than lick her like I wanted to, I repeated the actions on her opposite leg.

She squirmed a little but didn’t protest. Nor did she try to command me. “You’re doing very well, my queen,” I told her softly as I returned her foot to the bed.

Camillia swallowed in response, her skin flushed with heat. It was a pretty sight, the blush traveling down to her beautiful tits—a sight that made my mouth water.

Humming, I crawled over her, my towel still tucked around my waist, and settled between her splayed thighs. It wasn’t at all what I said I was going to do, but her breasts desperately needed my attention.

So I bent my head to take one hard nipple into my mouth. And sucked .

Her back bowed in response, her hands fisting in the sheets. But my obedient queen didn’t try to force me to do anything else. She just let me play. Explore. Lick. Nip. Bite .

I rewarded her by lavishing her tits with my affection, my mouth memorizing every inch of her soft skin before tonguing her stiff little peaks.

She whimpered, her thighs tensing against me. I sank my teeth into her breast, right above her rosy tip, and smiled at the gasp she released.

Her pleasure-pain tolerance was high, which suited the sadist inside me. I fully intended to test those boundaries in time. But for now, I just used my mouth on her to create little love bites all over her chest.

She started when I moved up higher to kiss her, my lips claiming hers in a bruising demand that left her breathless when I finished.

“Such a good queen, letting your king worship every inch of you,” I praised her as I palmed her tit and gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze.

“I think I could play with your breasts all night, Camillia.” I pressed my lips to her ear.

“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I touched a woman like this? ”

I started a path downward now, my lips caressing her throat and her breasts again before dipping to her belly button and further to her soft mound.

“Thousands of years,” I told her, answering the question I’d asked her.

My mouth hovered right over her clit as I glanced up to find her eyes wide as she stared down at me.

It seemed my response surprised her. Though, it really shouldn’t have, as I’d said as much a few minutes ago. But perhaps the information still shocked her.

Melek had been my only lover since my fall, a truth she could no doubt hear in my mind.

Just as she could hear my intentions now.

Still, I voiced them out loud by saying, “You’ll have to endure thousands of years of thirst, Camillia. Because it’s been a very, very long time since I feasted on a woman’s flesh. And your pussy is the most divine of them all.”

I didn’t give her a chance to process my words. Because I couldn’t wait a second longer to properly taste her.

Melek had given me a hint of her decadence when he’d fed me her pleasure with his tongue. But it was nothing compared to the real heaven between her thighs.

Holy fucking Hellfire, I thought, my eyes damn near rolling into the back of my head. Camillia’s cunt was my own personal ambrosia. A forbidden sweetness I was never supposed to be allowed to savor. Yet our souls had other plans for us.

Our Source had married us for eternity.

And the selfish part of me was thrilled.

Deep down, I knew I didn’t deserve her. I’d wronged her in so many ways. But I would spend eternity apologizing—preferably like this—if it meant she would find me worthy of her.

Rather than voice all that into her mind, I told her with my tongue against her clit. I sealed the promise with my lips. Secured the vow with my teeth. And drove my intentions home by thrusting my fingers inside her.

Both holes.

Because I wanted her full. Prepared. Ready .

I’d promised to take her every which way, and I’d meant it.

But she needed to come on my tongue first. Over and over again .

It didn’t take much, her taut little body already strung tight from all my stroking and kissing. A little pressure to her clit coupled with my fingers twisting inside her sent my queen soaring with a scream that echoed off the walls of our suite.

My cock throbbed in response, eager to join the fun.

However, I wasn’t done.

Nowhere near it.

I needed her panting. Fuck, I wanted her begging me to stop.

Only then would I drive inside her. Hitting her swollen, abused little clit with my hips while I took my pleasure and forced her to feel more. To explode with a climax so intense that she lost her fucking mind for a minute.

Then I’d take her again.

From behind.

Gods, I was ready to come just thinking about it. This woman had me in knots, her magical hold over me resolute.

But I no longer cared about the cause or the reasons.

I just wanted to indulge in our present and embrace our future.

Which included driving her over the edge again, something I did by biting down on her clit while pushing deep inside her with my fingers.

She bucked and tried to move, the agony mingling with her ecstasy and releasing beautiful sounds from her pretty lips.

When she tried to squirm out from under me, I removed my hand from her ass and pressed down on her stomach to keep her in place.

Then I devoured her with renewed vigor. I told you to take it, little one, I reminded her with a thought. Now be a good girl and come for me again.

Typhos… I… I can’t…

You can, I promised her, then bit her again as a soft reprimand.

She jolted, my name leaving her lips followed by “My king…”

I smiled and gave her a little lick. That’s better, my queen , I returned and renewed my purpose between her thighs.

By the time I finished, she was a weeping mess of passion and incoherence, the sight one that had me ripping the towel away from my thighs as I climbed up her gorgeous form.

My heavy cock fell against her well-prepared cunt, making her jump as the head landed right against her clit. I grabbed her before she could get away from me, my hands holding her hips while I slid through her damp heat.

“Grab my shoulders,” I told her.

She did, her nails biting into my flesh. “Typhos, I?—”

I slammed into her before she could finish speaking, causing her to break off on a scream that went straight to my balls.

“Fuck, Camillia,” I whispered, her tight pussy clamping down around me in protest of my intrusion.

I was thick. I knew that. But Gods, I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this good around my shaft.

Maybe Melek’s mouth.

However, there was something about Camillia that heightened this experience to a new level of existence. It made our joining feel unique. Divine. Otherworldly .

I slid out to the tip and thrust back in again, wondering if it was just the initial heat that had my mind spinning with outlandish thoughts.

But no.

It was her .

This female.

My mate.

I couldn’t get enough. I needed to fuck her for eternity. Live inside this beautiful cunt. Mark her with my seed .

She said something I couldn’t hear over the rhythmic beating of my heart, my ears echoing the sturdy sound.

It took physical effort to try to focus, to listen to her. To make sure she was all right.

But one look at her face told me she was fine. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips were the markings of a well-pleased woman. The way her nails claimed my shoulders suggested she wanted more. And as I leaned down to kiss her, her tongue informed me that I’d better fucking move .

This woman was topping from the bottom again. I’d punish her for it later. Right now, I was a slave to the urges inside me, the need blossoming between us, the urgency warming our bond.

Take. What’s. Mine.

That was all I could do.

It was a savage desire, one echoed by the way I began to punish Camillia with my hips. But my beautiful queen took my movements with the grace and vigor of an equal. She accepted me inside her, clenched around me in warm welcome, and met my kiss with enviable force.

I’d tried to take her into oblivion, to force her to lose her mind with lust. Yet I was the one who had fallen over the edge into a rapturous state, unable to think of anything other than taking us both to the stars.

Our pants mingled with our groans, our bodies dancing to our own erotic beat.

It was a mating for the heavens.

A joining that would empower our Source.

A fucking so exquisite I might actually die…

“Fuck, Cami,” I breathed, using her preferred nickname. It wasn’t what I usually called her, but in the moment, it felt right.

This was my queen.

My partner.

My mate.

I’d do whatever the fuck she wanted, call her whatever she desired, so long as she let me live in this fucking pussy for the rest of my days.

“Gods, you’re… so… fucking… tight ,” I breathed, my grip bruising on her hips. “I need you to come, Cami. I need you to come all over my cock like a good fucking queen.”

She started to shake her head, her mind telling me she didn’t think she could climax again, not after how much I’d already put her through.

But I wasn’t accepting that as an answer.