Chapter 16
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-Ares-
I liked the shift in power, though I don’t enjoy being controlled. But hearing her curse turned me on beyond any reasonable limits.
Every time a mortal swears or sins in my presence, it ripples through me.
It awakens my dark side, like dormant cells coming to life, clawing to take control.
And I can’t afford to go even darker with her because I already feel myself slipping.
In fact, I guess that’s why I keep myself at bay, never unleashing all of it.
Because if I did, if I ever let myself slip, there is no telling what I’d do to her.
I fight to keep myself from crossing the line, but at the same time, I can’t fight the urge to keep testing it.
She intoxicates me way beyond any kind of reasoning. I’ve never had anyone similar. And it’s not just her wild beauty or the way her body responds to mine. I’m talking about that fire I know lives within her, that power that keeps my senses razor-sharp whenever she’s around.
I curl my fingers around my new toy, the makeshift harness I’ve rigged from my suspenders, and give a fast tug, just to feel the strap tighten around my hand as it bites into her skin.
I saw the way she looked at the suspenders, the dirty thoughts she thought she hid from me.
That’s why I turned them into this, so she understands there’s no escape. Not now, not ever.
Maybe she thinks this is just a mood swing for me. That she’s here for the night and maybe a few more to come. But my mind’s made up. It’s been made up since the second I saw her. I just didn’t want to admit it so easily; a whole millennium would be worth less than a day of having her in my arms.
She’s here to stay.
She’s here for a fucking eternity.
I trail my finger down her spine, my eyes following the movement, and she shudders beneath my touch. It only drives me further, and I glide lower right against the valley at the dip of her hips, then follow the line down to tease that tight, puckered ring.
I suddenly feel her tense under me, her shoulders wiggling, like she tries to wrench free of my grip. “No,” she mutters, as if telling off a disobedient dog.
She should be careful that I might bite.
“Tsk, tsk, you’ll only raise my interest. It’s only no for today.
” I warn, letting my fingers slip down to her core.
“My cock will feast on that tight ass of yours soon. Don’t doubt it,” I whisper, and I hear her snarl, but I ignore her, because the very next second, I turn that snarl into a moan as my fingers find her swollen clit.
I loosen the harness just a little, and she shifts forward—just enough for me to ease my cock inside her in one slow motion. I need her to feel it the same way I need to feast on every second we are one.
Her body freezes instantly, the shift in her muscles all too obvious—and in mine as well.
Her cunt is so tight I can’t stop the staggering thrill gripping my every cell, as if I hadn’t already fucked her before.
It borders on pain, and that only brings me pleasure.
But I fear it’s something I’ll never recover from.
Like the way she fits against me resets the baseline for pleasure and anything else—anyone else—except her, feels like a fucking joke.
She’s feisty, I give her that, her mind opposing the dominance, but her body giving in to raw desires because I can’t help but feast on how each orgasm takes her by surprise.
Each one stronger than the last. And I have a feeling that no one has taken her to this level of intensity.
But I will. I’ll raise her to the heights of the sky, then down to the pits of hell and back.
The things I’m planning to do to her make a sick smirk bloom on my lips, and I haven’t even properly started thinking about it.
All in good time, because I’m close to wearing her out for the day. I can feel her body slacken, and she’s not the type to beg for mercy, so I risk killing her if I don’t stop when I should.
The human condition is so fragile, but so beautiful.
Maybe that’s what makes them special. I know this is one of the things that makes her special.
But there are so many more. The innocence shadowed by darkness.
The stubborn need to hold on and win, even when it defies pure logic.
The way she gradually surrenders to me, giving into my touch, knowing it belongs on her skin.
I look at her narrow shoulders and tiny waist, and I can’t tell if it’s bravery or sheer fucking stubbornness that she finds it in her to fight me when I weigh twice as much. I’m not trying to break that. I’m trying to protect it. Even if she’s testing my patience every time I thrust within her.
“Ahh,” she mewls, like a damn kitty, as I plunge inside her, pull out, and drive back again.
And again.
And again.
Until her fragile moans lose their power completely. Not because she isn’t on the edge. It’s because she is on the verge of collapse.
But I’m not done with her. I pull the suspenders until she’s on her knees, her back glued against my chest, my cock shifting positions even deeper inside her, to a place I know will get her to come within seconds.
I just don’t let her. I yank her hair back, my lips moving up and down on her neck. “You have to be a good little curse now… and come only when I tell you.”
She lets out a high-pitched sound. I don’t even understand if it’s a no or a yes. But I hope she got the message—for her own sake.
I keep her tight as I slow my pace, grinding against every wall until I know she’s so full of me she can barely breathe. My hand goes back to her clit, and I reach over her shoulder to claim her mouth with mine.
She tries to respond, but all that comes out are just moans spilling across her lips, like she’s half-delirious.
Poor little thing, she needs some serious training.
I circle her clit, and she’s so fucking wet and tense I nearly lose my mind. I’m so close, but I want her here with me, even if I already feel her inner walls spasming. “Don’t come yet!” I warn. But the next second, she cries out, her body betraying her. And disobeying me.
The tightness around my shaft gets me dangerously close to the edge, but I need to hold back. Normally, I’d come and give her peace, but she didn’t listen to me. And while I recognize her inner strength, she needs to learn to obey me.
She squirms, her hips pressing against mine, hoping she could get my release. And I’m seconds away from giving it to her. But just as I feel that tightening sensation building too dangerously, I release the suspenders, and her body collapses forward.
I don’t move off her. I just flip her onto the mattress, her beautiful eyes pointing at me, the reddish marks from the suspenders decorating her skin.
“What did I say?” I growl, forcing my way between her legs again.
She glares at me in anger, like she wants to obey and make things easier for her, but we both know she just couldn’t.
What gets to me most is that she won’t admit it either. She’s too feisty to admit defeat.
That’s why I decide to ruin her.
The poor thing is exhausted; she even tries to reach my cock, her hand slipping between us, to coax my orgasm. But I catch her wrist and slam it back on the mattress.
The offer tempts me, but hearing her desperate breaths tempts me more. I drive back inside, and it feels like fucking home. That’s when I know this is where my home will be.
I can’t explain to myself what it is about her, but she just feels like a simple woman with the power of a goddess. Fragile enough to break and strong enough to be one of us.
Maybe I’ll give her that one day.
But for now, all I want to do is look at her. “I can’t stop fucking watching you take my cock.” I confess. And for both of our sakes, I should be able to stop—at least for the night.
She’s the most astonishing thing in the world, and her dark eyes stare back at me like she can’t decide if she wants to kill me or fuck me to death.
I speed up, making sure at least four piercings slide out with every thrust, so I can torture her for a little longer—if you can call a never-ending chain of orgasms torture.
And just as my fingers dig into her thighs, she catches both my arms. She’s looking at me, but it feels like she’s looking through me, her body becomes still in a way that doesn’t make sense, her pupils are wide, her eyes suddenly filled with something strange— fear.
Not something I’ve ever seen in her before.
Her breath hitches, and not in a good way. Something’s haunting her, and I can tell her mind has become a blur.
Something’s got her. Something that isn’t me.
My chest tightens, but I ignore what her reaction does to me. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. “Hey, hey… it’s me. Look at me. Breathe, my beautiful curse,” my hand cups her cheek, and I can feel her pulse beating like a drum under my fingers.
It takes another few seconds of absence before she blinks. Her eyes return to me, like she just woke up from a nightmare, or maybe something worse. Something real.
What the fuck just happened?
I want to stop. Not really. I want to stop for her and figure out what the hell that was. But as soon as she comes to her senses, her hand props in the middle of my chest, guiding me to kneel on the bed as she climbs on top of me.
She’s shaking, and there’s a twisted rage coming alive inside of me.
Something’s off… something happened to her, and I can barely keep myself from going feral. Just not now. Now she needs me. I can feel it in the way she’s clinging to me like all she wants to do is use me to crawl back from whatever the hell swallowed her.
And I let her.
I keep her on top of me. We’re so close now that I feel our hearts beating as one. She pisses the hell out of me, keeping me in the dark about whatever the fuck that was, but still, it doesn’t make me want her any less.
I tried to keep myself from having anything to do with her for so long, only to end up having everything to do with her.
I feel like I won’t be able to breathe without her, maybe even exist without her.
And that’s why whatever she’s going through eats me alive.
The not knowing. The waiting for her to let me in.
I don’t know where or when she regained her strength, but she starts to move on top of me, her mouth raising to my lips, biting me like she’s the one staking a claim this time.
And I let her. Because I’m hers anyway.
I grip her hips, guiding her, meeting her every motion. But this is something above pleasure. She wants me to take her pain away. And I will do it. Even if she doesn’t say it out loud.
Our movements aren’t rushed; they're passionate now. Our bodies grind together until the heat between us, beads into sweat. Until she bites my lips hard enough to draw blood, just as I feel her core clamping around me like a vice.
Fuck this is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. I promised her my mark, my blood, and my cum. And in the very next breath, I keep my word. I spill inside her, thick white streams claiming her as mine.
I thrust a few more times, chasing the last sparks of release, her fingers tangled in my hair and her teeth sinking into my shoulder as her last attempt to stay afloat.
But if she does that one more time, I might need to take her all over again. So, I just wrap my arms around her and hold her to my chest until a few rays of morning light creep through the window.
I still don’t know what the fuck happened, but I’m not going to question her about it. Not now. Even if it’s tearing my soul apart.
I gently lift her off me. The poor thing looks half-asleep, or maybe she’s just avoiding me. Because the second I think she can’t even move, she tries to leave the bed. But my arms drag her back, pulling her against me on the pillow.
She was probably trying to bolt, and I’m not letting her go home. I never planned on letting her go home anyway—especially not like this.
Truth is, I don’t know if I’m ever letting her go.
Her eyes lock on mine as one of my hands runs over her face, brushing over each one of her features like I’m memorizing her.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, knowing that I felt something was off. I just hope it was nothing more than too much pleasure for her to handle. Maybe she’s never felt something like this before.
But deep down, I know it’s more. And I can barely help myself from asking that question, though she spares me the trouble by turning her back on me, hugging the pillow.
Normally, I’d never allow her to do that. At least not when I need answers from her. But tonight, I need to take her easy. And she needs to know she’s safe. So, I wrap an arm around her, making a blanket out of my body, shielding her while she sleeps.
“I’ll keep you safe from anyone and anything. You have my word. And my blood for it.”