39. Esther
ESTHER
My heart pumps faster when Regent’s mouth claims mine like a starved man as his tongue dances against mine, dominating and claiming me. His hand rakes through my hair, his fingers curling painfully into my skull as if he’s at the edge of his control.
My pussy throbs, my legs tangle with his as my hand comes around his shoulders, clawing at firm muscle if only to get him a fraction closer.
But Regent, with all his power and glory, doesn’t budge or buckle under my clawing hands, a constant unyielding stone, and something I can no longer deny my gravitational pull toward.
Desperate moans escape me, matched by his guttural growls that are more beast than man, only strengthening the pounding between my legs. I push up, rolling on top to straddle him. He moves with me, coming to sit as his cock pushes into my loose skirt.
I shove away my coat, desperate to have nothing between us. As soon as it hits the ground, he rips at my shirt, and the moment it’s off, he leans in and sucks. I groan, arching into him, my pussy rubbing against his hardening cock beneath my skirt.
He bites and tugs at my nipple, an electric string pulling through my core. Regent moves to the other as I curl my hands around his head, imploring him to continue, to take and feast. To have me in every way he desires as it unlocks something within me I’ve never known.
Unadulterated adrenaline and primitive claiming.
His hand travels beneath my skirt, his thumb rolling over my lips. A guttural noise escapes him as he bites up along my throat and to my mouth. “Already soaking wet for me, Denva.”
My knees clench together, unable to handle the sensitive pounding between my thighs as he slips a finger in. My back arches as I shamelessly ride his hand, unguarded and completely at his mercy and pleasure.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he grates, bruising my lips while his other hand grabs at my throat. “Do you know how crazy you’ve made me on this journey. That venomous fucking tongue of yours begging to be punished this entire time.”
“Then we should’ve sorted this out a long time ago.” I breathe shakily and cry out as he bites against my collarbone as if desperate to mark every inch; each bite and suck salaciously carnal.
“Are you saying you wanted me like this all along, Denva?” He holds me out by the throat as he waits for my answer, his eyes blazing into a bright orange.
My magic rolls over his, mingling, and my chains fall around us, grabbing at the edges of the cave as if to settle all the chaotic energy that swirls within me.
“It was either fuck or kill, maybe I’m still unsure. Should I bring that blade back over so we can find out?” I challenge as I suck in a harsh breath when he thrusts a second finger inside.
“A part of me is starting to believe you enjoy being punished, Denva.”
“And a part of me is starting to think you like me more than you care to admit,” I breathlessly whisper as he plunges his fingers in and out, my pussy begging for something more.
Needing that solidification of our magic mingling into one, I curl my fingernails into his hand that holds me as my mind becomes light. I ride his fingers, begging for release.
His grip around my throat becomes firmer, air barely able to pass through the hollow in my pipes as he selfishly kisses me, stealing the last remains that I have.
He releases his hands and yanks at my belt, undoing it steadfastly as I shift off my knees, giving him easier access. The moment it’s loose, I shove it down, almost tripping over it as I come back down and hover over his cock.
He wraps his hand around my throat again, licks his lips, and his gaze roams down my body. I notice his canines, a reminder that he has always been more beast than man. My nipples grow tight, the evident appraisal setting my body alight.
“I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now,” I whisper as I lean into him, permitted by his hand that still holds me by the throat. “Link.”
I connect to his magic, the effort seamless. Despite his magic being a flicker of its usual infinite source, I only need it to exist.
“Do you trust me?”
“No.”
I lift a brow, lowering myself a fraction, imploring my own discipline as I rub the edges of my lips against his cock.
His hand tightens around my throat. “Don’t toy with me, Denva. I’m all but a starved man.”
My hands curl around his, and I slowly shove it away from my throat. He eyes me warily but permits me to grab his other hand and move both behind his back.
“An eye for an eye,” I purr into his ear as I concentrate on clumps of mud to pile against his wrist to harden, locking his shoulders behind him.
“I don’t do well with being caged.”
“Then I shall teach you,” I say, nipping at the edges of his jaw. Much like I have had to learn to have faith in him.
“I—”
I impale on his cock. His cock stretches and fills my pussy, pulsing with a painful bliss as I adjust to his size.
He groans, his uncertain gaze watching me closely.
A mix of vulnerability, control, and pleasure.
All of which I’ve recently learned to take without apology, especially for my own pleasure.
I only need to know he’ll let me. That no matter how long it takes, this demigod, is willing and able to allow us to be tied together.
I slide up and then come down hard, each slam unrelenting pure bliss. A guttural noise escapes Regent as I press against him, kissing him, taking and taking and taking.
I bounce on his cock, each pump edging me closer as our magic reaches a depth I’ve never known. Everything else in the outside world becomes irrelevant because there is only him and me.
Two beings who shouldn’t exist, yet do.
Two carnal creatures called to one another, when the world will despise them for it.
“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” Regent growls through kisses, his breath coming in haggard.
“I’m just acutely aware of your old man back.” I toy with a smile as I brush my hair over one shoulder.
“That’s it,” he grunts. His magic as fickle as it is, expands and breaks apart the clumsy clay I created to bind his hands, and he throws me onto my back.
I laugh as I hook my legs around his waist, staring up into his eyes and pushing aside a part of his dark hair that’s loosely fallen over his face. His blue markings glow bright, his cock standing at attention between us as I begin to fist it, enthralled by every strain and pulse in his neck.
His magic softens and at my back moss grows underneath so the scratchy earth no longer digs into me. Regent leans down, kissing me, softer this time at a lazy pace, as if we have all the time in the world, when both of us know, we have anything but.
I lead his cock toward my entrance, rubbing him against my opening, my body squirming to have its fill again. His gaze lands on the talisman between my breasts, the intensity in his eyes saying more than he can in words.
No matter what comes, we are in this together.
He thrusts into me, and I buck under his force. Again, he steals my breath, shoving his tongue against mine and demanding more as he scoops me by the shoulders as if to pull me in tightly and safely.
He slams again, and it fractures me a tiny bit, my magic stretching out farther to find purchase. His slides alongside mine, as if helping to ground me. Every slam and kiss pushes me closer to an edge I’m not sure I’ll come back from the moment I fall into its abyss.
Yet I cling to him for the salvation of another day, wanting to fall with no one other than him.
My magic rises, as does the tension between my thighs. It runs up my legs and feeds through every sensitive inch of my body. I ride the high until Regent momentarily stills, and I open my eyes, realizing small droplets of water and earth rise in clusters swirling around us.
A shame floods me, the tense coil of my magic growing with my power. Is it off-putting for him? Should I be ashamed that I lack such control?
He cups my face, drawing my attention back to him. “You’re beautiful, Denva, when you shine brightest like this.” He rocks into me hard, his hips snapping, and I buckle under his weight and force, unable to look away from his coppery gaze that grounds me.
My breath comes out shakily as I claw into his shoulders. Overwhelmed by the build as I cry with every slam of his body against mine, ripping more and more from me to the point where I don’t know where I end and he begins.
The water and earth rise, my legs shake, and with every slam, I crawl closer.
“Fuck.” He jerks into me and crushes his lips against mine as I scream, but he devours every part as if only he can savor his own name on my lips.
Wave after wave crashes over me as I cling to him, the elements around us exploding as Regent shields me with his body, pumping into me, feeding me with his cum as a reward.
When I come down from my high, needy little groans escape me, and he steals those too. I stare at him, bewildered, as peace rolls over me, one I don’t think I’ve ever quite known or been able to touch.
My hand gently strokes his jaw, rubbing over the coarse facial hair as I can now see the part of him that is both man and beast. “Beautiful.”