Chapter 10 #3
“Thal, please,” I muttered, fumbling with his jeans. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back, standing over me and giving me a view that engraved itself into my mind.
He ripped open his pants and pushed them down with his boxers, standing and looking like a god as he looked down at me. He reached down, gripping the base of his hard shaft.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I hissed, licking my lips. “I want your beautiful cock.”
He approached me, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. I spread my thighs, inviting his body into my embrace. His mouth found mine, his tongue hotly entwining with mine. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as his weeping bulbous head nudged against my entrance.
“Yes, I need you inside me. I’m so desperate,” I said, lifting my hips toward him.
“Me, too, Daphne. But not just yet, beauty,” he murmured against my lips, before sliding down between my legs.
“Thal,” I whispered, watching him position himself between my thighs, his gorgeous face looking up at me, his eyes flashing with desire.
“I need to taste the betrayal on you,” he growled, his hands pinning my thighs wide with a strength that brooked no argument.
He devoured me, his mouth a hot, rhythmic reminder that my body no longer belonged to Zeno’s world. He was erasing ten years of protection with each stroke of his tongue.
It was the most delicious sensation I’d ever known.
“God, yes,” I cried, ripples of pleasure spreading throughout my body. I leaned back and widened my thighs, giving him total access to my swollen cleft.
He moaned as his tongue darted down to my entrance, lapping up the arousal that was flowing freely from my body.
“See what you do to me, Thal?” I hissed. “That’s all because of you…”
I gasped, relishing the bliss he brought me.
“You taste amazing, baby,” he murmured, diving in again, his lips and tongue sliding so wickedly against me.
His lips captured my clit in his mouth, and I moaned at the sensations of pleasure-filled pain coursing through me. He sucked and licked, drawing every bit of bliss from my body until I was writhing uncontrollably beneath his delightful assault.
“Yes, baby, yes!” I cried, the pressure crescendoing through me, until I crashed over the edge of bliss, my thighs shaking and shuddering as my pussy spasmed. He didn’t stop until I lay limp on the bed beneath him, trembling.
Then, he gradually retracted his mouth from my pussy and moved up my body while planting gentle kisses on my skin.
My eyes fluttered open just in time to see his face come into view.
At the same time, he nudged my opening with his thick, hard rod, pushing through my slick vaginal walls, and filling me to the hilt.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, the pleasure exquisite. My pussy was swollen and wet, every nerve on fire with desire for him.
He began thrusting in and out of me, his cock throbbing hotly against my tight walls. I melted into the sensation of being taken like this, my body open and welcoming, my very blood on fire for him.
He gripped my hips, pounding in and out of me, every stroke performed with pure intention, strong and deep.
“Daphne.”
My name on his lips made my eyes dart up to him.
“Yes?” I gasped, breathless and lost in the ecstasy of his cock thrusting into me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled down at me.
“God, yes, please. I love your cock, Thal. I need it so much.”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
He didn't want a performance. He wanted a confession. He wanted to hear the sound of the bridge burning behind me. He slammed into me, over and over, his steady pumping a rhythmic demand for the truth I was too terrified to speak.
“Say it, Daphne!” Thal’s voice was a primal, ragged roar as he slammed into me, his body a furnace against mine.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his eyes blown wide with an obsessive hunger that blurred my vision. “Tell me who owns the breath in your lungs. Tell me whose name you’re going to scream when Zeno’s world is burning. Whose hands are on you?”
I arched my back, my pussy clenching around the massive, throbbing heat of him in a desperate, milking spasm. I was renouncing a decade of protection for a lifetime of beautiful ruin.
“Yours!” I sobbed, the word breaking against his lips like a prayer. “I’m yours, Thal. Take the debt. Take the secrets. Take every fucking thing I have left!”
My submission to him left me trembling, a thread of pleasure winding deep into my body and gripping me with a primal need only Thal could satisfy.
“Yes!” he growled, shoving his cock even deeper in me. It swelled, hot and hard and throbbing, and then exploded, his white-hot seed searing my walls with pure, sizzling pleasure.
The sensation of him so deep inside me sent me crashing right over the edge of bliss again, my pussy seizing and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn’t move. The spasms hit me hard and fast, rolling over me in thick waves of intense release, my entire body shuddering with each new wave.
“Please don’t let go,” I murmured against him, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle I’d been trying to assemble forever.
Finally. It was a collision. Me, Thal, and the wreckage of the life I’d left behind. It was an addiction I didn't want to cure.
My feelings for Thal were becoming a liability. A beautiful, lethal hunger.
I was a woman who’d come to terms with my own destruction, and I was ready to see what kind of queen would rise from the ashes.