Chapter Seventy-Six
Feralyn
Helios grabbed me.
But he didn’t just palm my cheeks and slam his mouth over mine.
Grasping my face, he roughly pulled me partway up to meet him and angled my head. Then his mouth, his full lips, they crashed into me with the wild force of nature that was Helios.
And he kissed me.
Oh dear God, did he kiss me.
Ferocious, uninhibited, stroking deep with no restraint like I was oxygen and he was drowning, he growled into my mouth.
Shaking with nerves, with desire, with the full knowledge of what was coming, but also acutely aware that this second time would be something so much more savage that I may never recover from it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gripped his impossibly soft hair.
A six-foot-six assaulter surged like I’d unleashed him.
As if my touch, my hands fisted in his strands, my reciprocating moan were the catalysts to snap his control, he shoved me back down on the mattress.
Then his jeans were undone, my underwear was yanked aside, my thighs were shoved wide, and he was rutting into me.
An unrestrained Helios fucked me.
His pierced cock drove in all the way to the hilt in a single thrust.
Painful pleasure exploded.
His hardware hit a spot deep inside me.
He drew back out.
His huge hands palmed my breasts.
He slammed back in.
His fingers twisted my already-hard nipples. His hips ground against mine, and suddenly I was there, on that precipice.
As if he knew, he growled. Then he was thumbing my clit and thrusting even harder as his dirty, perfect words fell all over me like unadulterated sin. “That’s it, beautiful. Give me that orgasm. Fuck, your cunt is so goddamn tight.”
I gripped his hair tighter and raised my legs higher. I begged in staccato. “Please. Please. Please.”
“I fucking feel you, woman. That cunt milking my cock. You’re so fucking close.” His thumb left my clit.
I cried out in protest. “No!”
“Not fucking denying you.” He grabbed the back of my neck.
“You’re already gonna come.” He gripped behind my knee.
“You don’t fucking need me on that greedy clit.
” He angled his hips. “Fucking feel my hardware.” He shoved my thigh out wider.
His piercing hit just right. “Let go, woman. Fucking let go.”
I came.
I fucking let go and came.
Five more hard thrusts, and his roar filled the destroyed bedroom as his cum filled me.
But my assaulter wasn’t finished.
He didn’t even pause.
With his huge cock still pulsing inside me, holding me by the nape with one hand, gripping my hip with the other, he pulled me with him as he leaned up, then sat back on his haunches with my thighs straddling his.
Then he thrust up as he pushed me down, and issued dominant orders. “Fucking look.” Lifting me up, he drew his cock out a few inches. “Look at my cum filling that tight little cunt.”
Glistening and wet and thick and hard, and so, so big, his veined shaft, halfway inside me, pulsed.
My core clenched in reaction. Then my setting orgasm became a new one rising.
“That’s fucking right, woman. You feel me. I fucking feel you. Give me those whiskey eyes.” Tipping my head up to look at him, he gave me his penetrating gray-blue gaze. “Soul deep.”
I gave him my entire heart. “I love you.”
Every single molecule of his being stilled.
His eyes bored into mine. Debris dust floated. The suddenly deafening quiet of the room thundered with two heartbeats.
Then he surged.
My warfighter, my assaulter, my own personal god of sunlight and brightness, he took my mouth and fucked me through another orgasm.
Over and over, he thrust into my body and my heart.
He consumed me with his rough need. He fed my hunger with his taste, his groans, his growl, and his intoxicating sweat-laced scent. Then he filled me again, and every torn edge of my soul was mended by his possession of me.