Page 48 of Queen of the Wicked (Afterlife #1)

It seemed to shake the very realms, a connection so powerful she was certain everyone could feel it solidify between them. Golden stars burst into her vision, erupting like fireworks and enveloping the tiny space in a thousand electrifying pieces as she unraveled for the second time in his arms.

Look how insatiable you look, Alessia. He projected the image into her mind as he lifted her knee on the desk, making it deeper.

She watched his cock thrust in and out, watched her ass recoil with every thrust, and between the images he projected and his dirty words, she felt utterly boneless in his arms .

“ Erebos,” she whimpered, incapable of saying anything else.

In the blink of an eye, he pulled her back against his chest as he utterly demolished her from the inside out.

His thrusts were brutal now, sloppy and unrhythmic as he continued to use their mind link.

What a good fucking girl. He grabbed her cheeks to meet his gaze, pushing her lips together from the force.

Tell me you’re mine. I need to hear you say it.

I’m yours, she replied instantly. There was no use in overthinking it when that was all she wanted to be. It had plagued her for weeks.

Again, he seethed.

I’m yours, Erebos—all yours.

Never forget that. Papers scattered to the floor when he lay her flat on her stomach, his thighs hitting the back of hers with such force she was sure they’d bruise by morning.

There will never be another. You will never have to question my loyalty when you are all I’ll ever need, Alessia Eastwood.

Drool dripped on the desk when he gathered her hair in his hands and used it as leverage to thrust deeper. It was the perfect combination of degradation and praise. His words in her mind were so at odds to how he was fucking the shit out of her, but she loved it. Every second of it.

Are you on protection? he asked in a strained voice.

No, she gasped.

A second later, Erebos pulled out of her before thick ropes of come landed on her back. She’d never get the sound of his grunts out of her mind. She would never forget the way he groaned right before pulling out, like he had wanted to stay inside of her when he finished.

And it scared her that she had wanted that too.

With a heaving chest and racing heart, Alessia turned over to face him, which only made the lord’s eyes darken when he saw her sprawled naked and bare across his desk.

“Let me grab something to clean—” He frowned at his hand, at the crimson coating his fingers—her blood.

“You’re bleeding,” he muttered, his eyes shooting to hers. “Did I hurt you?”

“What? No.” She sat up, her cheeks turning pink. “Sometimes that happens during a girl’s first time. Have you ever slept with a virgin?”

Erebos’s mouth opened and closed several times before settling on, “A virgin ?”

“I mean, does that surprise you? You saw the house where I grew up. It wasn’t like there were tons of people to socialize with. We lived in the middle of nowhere. I had to be kept hidden.”

Erebos dragged his clean hand through his already unruly black curls. “Alessia, why didn’t you say something? I wouldn’t have…” His eyes shuddered closed. “Dammit. I wouldn’t have taken it so fast. I would have gone slower. Christ, I didn’t even give you time to adjust before I?—”

“Do I seem displeased?” She tilted her head to the side, dark strands of hair tumbling over her breasts.

“That isn’t the point. You’re my—” He exhaled heavily through his nose. “I would have done it differently had I known. I would have made it longer. More enjoyable. ”

“Well, we can’t exactly change it, so…” She started to feel insecure, covering her breasts with her arm until Erebos seemed to get the hint and leaned down to kiss her.

This kiss was nothing like the past twenty minutes had been.

It was gentle and sweet, and her world tilted on its axis from the immense passion behind it.

“You enjoyed it?” he whispered. “Are you certain?”

“Yes,” she breathed, heart stuttering when he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “I will never look at this desk the same again.”

That elicited a laugh from him. “It will provide me with a welcome distraction during work. Let me grab some things, and I’ll return shortly.

” He left the room briefly before returning with a bundle of objects.

A warm washcloth he used to clean between her legs and the mess he created on her back, a long-sleeved shirt of his to slip over her head, a large fluffy comforter he sprawled onto the lush carpet beside the fire, and an ice pack that he passed over to her when they were wrapped up together in the heavy quilt she loved so much.

“I figured you were sore,” he explained. “I swiped it from the infirmary.”

Alessia gratefully slipped it between her legs, breathing a sigh of relief when it just barely took the edge off the throbbing. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” she said. “If you want to sleep in your bedroom alone, that’s fine too.”

Erebos stretched an arm behind her, allowing Alessia to curl beside him.

“If I couldn’t give you the experience I would have preferred for your first time, I will ensure the aftercare is something I don’t utterly fail at.

” He smiled when her eyes began to flutter shut, the exhaustion of today’s events threatening to drag her under.

“Sleep well, Little Mortal. I will be here in the morning.”

And with the crackling fire beside them, along with the heat of his body against hers, Alessia drifted off into the best sleep she ever had.