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Cecily

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

He’s following me, and I don’t even know why I’m moving away. I should make the most of what little time we have left. Maybe it’s because I didn’t expect this conversation about the past in such an intimate moment.

“You’re running away from me,” he says, entering the shower with me and hugging me from behind.

“No.”

“Liar.”

I spin in his arms. “I’m running away from me . I want to give in. I want to accept more time with you, but I won’t because I’ll get hurt. Right now, I’m still whole. It’s time to stop.”

“Maybe we’ll have to stay together anyway.”

“It won’t happen because God knows neither of us deserves to be trapped in a loveless marriage.”

His face stiffens, as if he didn’t like what I said.

He picks me up.

I should push him away, but I can’t stop wanting him, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“You think it’s over now? You think you’re going to run away from me?”

I don’t believe he’s talking about this moment, but rather about continuing our affair after today, but I make a fool of myself. “Aren’t you tired?”

He seems even more upset by my sly question. “No. I’m hungry,” he says and touches me with his open hand. “Does your pussy hurt?”

“It’s burning, throbbing, but I want more.”

He kisses me, entering my mouth and sex at the same time. I feel full, fulfilled, and so complete that I moan his name, forgetting any protection for my foolish heart.

I don’t want to think, so I respond to the kiss with my soul, begging him to give me more and more. “You’re so hot, Dionysus. So deliciously hot and hard everywhere.”

He lets out a wild moan as his hand squeezes my butt. “Make your proposal, Cecily. Negotiate with me. I want more, regardless of the risk of pregnancy.”

“No.”

He presses me against the shower wall, and the force with which he enters me makes my chest hurt, not because he’s hurting me but because I know I’ll miss this, us, forever.

He was right. I want more too.

I look away when this certainty hits me like a punch, but his hand comes to my neck, forcing me to face him, his body moving against mine without respite.

“Negotiate with me. I want you.”

I can’t. If I demand that he never sends me away, that he lets me stay with Joseph forever, he will become suspicious, he will find out everything, and I’m not ready to say goodbye to my boy yet. Not now that I’ve found him.

“No. Go find someone else. I’ll go do that too. This is just sex.”

He steals my breath, melting his mouth on mine, swallowing my moans, dominating my body, and without my authorization, taking over my heart.

Dionysus is so strong that he only needs one hand to hold me down, his arm across my back, penetrating me without stopping or allowing me to look away from him.

He lowers his head, sucking my nipple, knowing exactly what to do to drive me crazy.

“Harder.”

“I’m going to hurt you.”

“I’m desperate for you. Give me everything.”

“Hold on to me.”

Even though we’ve made love in every way, he now seems like a barbarian, as if he wants to mark me, prove that I belong to him.

I squeeze my thighs even tighter around him, crossing them behind his back, and that’s all the preparation I get before he starts pumping violently.

He moves his hips in an uninterrupted cadence, and each time he penetrates me, his hairs brush against my clit, making the stimulation even more intense.

“Oh . . .”

“Didn’t you want everything, Cecily?”

“With you, I want everything because you are mine, Dionysus. Mine.”

I convulse in his arms as I am hit with several sensations at the same time: desire, fulfillment, and worst of all, the certainty that I will never experience anything that compares to this again.

He takes me at an animalistic pace, and I ask for more. I reach orgasm, once, twice, and he doesn’t stop, tireless. Sinking and withdrawing. In and out, until my body knows nothing other than this perfect dance.

I hold his face, giving up on hiding. Just for today, I will allow myself to be foolish.

It’s affection now, much more so than sex. It’s passion, much more so than desire.

I kiss his mouth slowly, feeling a new climax approaching as he swells inside me. “I want to drink you.”

“Fuck, Cecily.”

“Please.”

He bends his body and pounds hard, only stopping when I scream, surrendering to a new orgasm.

Then he kisses my forehead, slowly puts me on the floor, and pushes my shoulders down, making me kneel. “Open your mouth.”

I have already taken him, but in a long and slow lesson. Right now, I’m out of control. I want to pull him into my abyss. I want to swallow him whole. Devour him.

His cock is rigid, swollen, in front of my face, and the world stops spinning.

There’s only him. The two of us, lost in our secret universe.

He is my man, but he is also a sin.

He is my shelter but also the forbidden one.

My lips wrap around his thick shaft, and desire overrides any shame. I pull him towards me, and looking at him, I lick the swollen head.

Dionysus holds my face. “Open your mouth and suck. Take everything as I taught you. I want to see my cum dripping from your lips.”

The harsh words contradict the delicacy with which he caresses my jaw, and I am eager to satisfy him so that he can feel at least a little of the madness that he awakens in me.

I shiver as I let him use my mouth like my sex, care giving way to hunger. He possesses me, moving his hips, thrusting into me without delicacy. I suck and take as much as I can, even when my jaw hurts, but I won’t stop until he gives me his pleasure.

I run my nails over his ass and thighs, and he howls, shudders, before saying, “I’m going to come. Drink it.”

I have no other warning because seconds later, he starts spilling inside me in hot spurts, and I swallow because his pleasure is mine too.

He reaches down and lifts me up, cupping my face. Kisses my eyes, forehead, cheek, and mouth. “Our deal is no longer valid.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No. I want to renegotiate. I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”