Chapter 32 #3
Her body sagged against me, thighs quaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
I rose and kicked off my trunks, before I slowly kissed my way up her body—her stomach, her ribs, the curve of her breast. My tongue flicked over her nipple before I sucked it deep into my mouth, drawing a strangled moan from her throat.
I lifted her, laying her back onto the sand, kneeling between her thighs as the waves lapped close.
‘Si… please,’ she whispered, her voice thin and wrecked with need.
I lifted my head, cock straining against her slick heat, lips curving into something dark. ‘Please what, Little Red?’ I murmured, my voice low and dangerous.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her hips arching against me, slick heat rubbing against the length of me. ‘Please… I need you inside me.’
A feral growl rumbled from my chest. Still, I dragged it out, grinding the head of my cock against her entrance, slow, shallow, just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes flared, wild and pleading.
‘Say it again,’ I demanded, my voice rough.
‘I need you,’ she cried, her voice breaking. ‘I need you, Poseidon. Please… fuck me.’
The words snapped what little control I had left, and with a roar, I sank into her, burying myself to the hilt in one hard, claiming stroke. Her cry tore through the air, raw and beautiful, her body clenching around me like she was made for me.
‘Fates,’ I groaned, my forehead pressing to hers. ‘Mine.’
I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as I took her nipple into my mouth, slow and deep, tearing a gasp from her lips.
I sucked and teased her breasts, rocking into her, slowly at first, savouring every inch, every whimper, until her pleas turned to screams and I gave her the storm she’d begged for.
The sound of her plea tore the last shred of restraint from me.
I slammed into her again, harder this time, her screams swallowed by the roar of the surf behind us.
My hands gripped her hips, holding her wide open for me as I drove into her, over and over, each thrust deeper, rougher, until her nails carved fire into my back.
‘Fuck… Si!’ she gasped, her voice breaking, but she clung to me all the same, wrapping her legs tight around my waist as if she could fuse us together.
‘You begged for this,’ I murmured against her mouth, my words hot, ragged. ‘Take it. Take me.’
The beach became a blur beneath us—sand on my knees, salt in the air, the crash of waves syncing with the relentless rhythm of my body pounding into hers. She writhed beneath me, hair tangled, lips swollen, every gasp a prayer and a curse.
I angled my hips, thrusting deeper, harder, until I found the spot that made her cry out like she was breaking. I stayed there, merciless, hammering into her until she was nothing but moans and shudders, her body convulsing around me.
‘That’s it,’ I groaned, biting at her throat, leaving marks I had no intention of hiding. ‘Scream for me, Little Red. Let the sea know you’re mine. Milk my cock like a good girl.’
She shattered, screaming my name as her release tore through her, dragging me with her into the abyss. My vision went white, my roar echoing against the cliffs as I spilled deep inside her, every thrust a claim, every ounce of me buried in her where no tide could wash it away.
When it was over, I collapsed against her, chest heaving, my arms caging her in the sand as though the ocean itself might try to steal her from me. My lips brushed her temple, softer now, adoring.
‘I want to do the blood oath. I—’ She panted softly, then hesitated. ‘I want you to claim me again. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine.’
For a heartbeat, I thought I’d imagined it—then the world roared back, brighter, sharper, alive.
Pure happiness surged through me, fierce and unrelenting, a tide I couldn’t hold back.
My chest ached with it, my pulse thundering like surf against cliffs.
Claim her? She was already mine in every way that mattered.
But to hear her say it—gods, it tore me open.
I couldn’t stop the smile breaking over my face, raw and unguarded, the kind I hadn’t worn in centuries. My chest felt too tight, as if my ribs couldn’t hold what was surging inside me. She’d chosen me… not out of fear, not because I’d demanded, but because she wanted it—wanted me.
‘Kardia mou…’ My voice broke, rougher than I meant, reverent and hungry all at once.
Slowly, carefully, I cupped her face in my hands; her skin was soft, warm against my palms, her pulse thrumming under my thumb.
I searched her eyes for even a flicker of doubt, terrified this was a dream that would vanish if I moved too quickly.
I’d faced Titans, monsters, betrayals from my own kin—but nothing had ever undone me like this woman’s trust. A laugh, raw and disbelieving, tore from my throat.
‘Do you know what you’ve just given me?’ My forehead dropped to hers, needing the contact, needing her close.
‘You are the one thing I never dared to hope for. My kardia. My storm. My redemption.’
‘I swear to you,’ I whispered, my lips brushing her skin, ‘I will honour this. I will honour you. Not as a chain, not as possession, but as the only truth that matters. You and me. You are mine… Gods, you are mine.’
The words left me shaken, but I meant every one of them. For once, the god who ruled oceans felt like he was the one drowning—and I welcomed it.