Chapter Twenty #2
“What?” I was delirious. My eyes rolled back in my head, and it was my turn to yank his shirt out of his pants. I pulled on his belt and heard him chuckle.
He leaned close, whispering against my neck, “Do.” He kissed the spot under my ear. “You.” Another kiss, lower this time. “Want.” His mouth traveled along my neck until it reached my collarbone. “Me.” His hands were under my shirt, gently lifting the fabric. “To.” Oh, gods. “Stop?”
“Don’t stop,” I said, horrified by how pathetic I sounded. But I lost all control when it came to Ladon. Sure, I’d said we should wait until I’d broken off my engagement and he’d confessed the truth to Cyrus, but we’d crossed off half of those requirements. Wasn’t that enough?
Ladon grabbed the backs of my thighs, pulling me up in a swift motion. I locked my legs behind him, bringing him close until I felt his hardening cock press into my aching core.
My head fell back, and I shivered with delight. It didn’t seem possible that this kind of pleasure could exist. In the afterlife, maybe, but here and now? I needed him to grind harder, to prove that it wasn’t fleeting.
As if he could read my mind, his hand sank past my underwear, sliding through my folds and the slickness at my entrance. He made a hungry sound that rumbled in his chest and made me tremble with anticipation. He used two fingers to circle my clit, and I swore I was going to come undone.
“Gods, Emilie. You’re my greatest addiction. I fucking love the way you respond to my touch. Like a secret weapon that only I can wield. Tell me, princess. Has anyone ever made you feel this way?”
“No,” I panted as he massaged my clit. I could feel the wetness soaking into my panties. I needed more, needed him to fill me—with his fingers or his cock, I didn’t care which. I was clenching around nothing but emptiness, and he knew it.
“And will anyone ever make you feel like this?”
“No. Please, Ladon.”
“Promise me. Promise me that you are completely mine.”
“I could never be anyone else’s.”
He growled against my chest before biting my shoulder. His fingers worked their magic on my clit, still teasing me and avoiding the one place I needed them most. It was unfair.
I reached for the buttons on his pants and quickly undid them, pushing my hand down his front. When my fingers wrapped around his thick erection, he gasped.
All movement ceased. I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I’d never seduced him before, hadn’t had to learn the things that turned him on and what drove him to the edge, because he was usually in control.
As if he sensed my hesitation, he shoved his hand down his pants and closed it over mine. He squeezed, clenching his jaw as he did so. Together, our hands glided up his cock and back down to the base. A shudder ripped through his body on the second stroke, like he could hardly contain himself.
The feeling was mutual.
I ground my hips against him as we both ran our hands over his length. I couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how desperately I tried. “Ladon…”
“Tell me, princess. Tell me what you want.”
Fuck, it was more than a want. It was a need. I had to feel him inside me, or I might die. Had to be as close to him as I possibly could.
“You,” I said. “I want you.”
I released my hold on his cock and pushed his pants down farther. I pouted when he set my feet on the ground, but it was just long enough to remove my pants and underwear. Then his hands were on my thighs again, and he pinned me to the tree, rubbing his head against my hypersensitive clit.
I threaded my fingers through his soft white hair and found his lips, biting the lower one when he didn’t immediately give me what I wanted.
As I whimpered, his lips curved against mine. How dare he find amusement in my suffering?
My remaining restraint fizzled, and I reached between us, taking his cock and lining it up with my entrance. I forced my hips down, and felt him slide into my pussy with ease. Ladon’s arms braced on either side of my head while I sighed in relief.
“Gods, Emilie. You’re fucking perfect. I wish you could feel what I feel—how tightly you squeeze my cock. It’s fucking ecstasy.”
He didn’t have to explain it to me. The way he stretched and filled me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was more than just the pleasure that burst inside me—it was the way we coexisted. There was no me without Ladon and no Ladon without me.
He pulled out a fraction and eased back inside at an impossibly slow pace.
And I. Felt. Everything.
I clawed at his back and rocked my hips, but he grabbed them, restraining me against the tree.
Leaning back, he let his forehead fall to mine, leaving enough space to see where our bodies joined. I could see every inch of him as he sank into me again.
He took slow and controlled breaths while he drove into me over and over again. My toes curled, and my walls clenched around him. He was pushing me to the edge and holding me there when all I wanted to do was fall over.
“Look at you,” he said with a rasp. “Look at how well you take me.”
“Ladon, please,” I cried. My body was vibrating, full of electricity that would burn me alive if I didn’t find a release soon.
“Mm. Say my name again,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips.
Between two erratic breaths, I obliged. “Ladon…”
He slammed inside me harder. Faster. His hold on my hips tightened to the point of pain and I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing all my senses on the delightful friction between my legs. Every thrust had me gasping for breath.
“Open your eyes, princess. Watch my cock disappearing inside you. Look at how wet you’ve made me. How your arousal covers me.”
It was true. His vein-covered length was glistening in the mage light, and I flushed at the sight. I’d done that to him. I’d claimed him and left my essence on him.
My walls tightened again, eliciting a moan from Ladon.
Now he was driving inside me without restraint.
Two wrinkles formed between his brows while he devoted all his attention to our mutual pleasure.
I was so close, and when he brought his fingers to my clit, it was the release I’d been starved for.
I panted as my pussy fluttered around him, spasming every time I thought my orgasm was winding down. It seemed endless, and Ladon kept driving inside me all the while. When he finally came too, my body was spent—my limbs heavy and my torso still trembling in his arms.
Ladon fell against me, covering me in his warmth.
He leaned his head on my shoulder while he slowly recovered, and I rubbed circles on his back.
I didn’t want to move. I would’ve been content to stay like this all night, safely nestled in his arms with his cock still inside me.
Every time he moved an inch, I shivered and squeezed him tighter.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. At some point, my eyelids grew heavy, and I wondered how Ladon had the strength to hold himself up, let alone my weight too.
“We should go back,” I said, stroking his hair.
He murmured, but it was hard to tell if it was in agreement or simply approval at the way I massaged his scalp.
“Ladon,” I said softly when he didn’t move.
He lifted his head and met my gaze. I loved the pink on his cheeks and the drowsiness in his eyes.
I ran my thumb over his bottom lip and gently kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Emilie.”
Those words were a comfort that I hadn’t realized I was seeking. I kissed him again, pleading for him to understand just how consumed by him I was. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I sucked on it, earning a moan from him. If we didn’t stop now, we’d be chasing another orgasm.
A snap made me pull back, scanning the woods for the source of the noise. “Did you hear that?”
Ladon slowly lowered me to my feet, finally pulling out of me. I immediately missed his presence. He looked around the woods before bending over to grab my discarded clothes and prompting me to step into my underwear.
“We should go back now.”