CHAPTER FIFTEEN #4
Kronos did not stop. He fingered her hard and fast, going so deep he might as well have been fucking her. Daphne could hardly stand such stimulation.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“No.”
“I want your cock.”
“I do not care.”
“Please,” she begged. “I need it.”
“No.”
“I’ll do anything,” she gasped as his fingers pinched her clitoris. “Anything you want.”
It was true that Daphne wanted his cock. But she was also testing him. If he fucked her now, she would never trust him again. Kronos had once told her he would only fuck her when she came to him, on her knees, begging for it. She was doing just that.
“I’ll touch it. I’ll suck it. I’ll let you—”
She cut off abruptly as Kronos gave her ass a sudden, firm smack. Then he leaned down over her, putting his lips right next to her ear as he said, “I do not want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it is my name.”
Daphne turned her head to look at him. His eyes blazed into hers, two infinite black pools. Sweat dripped down his brow and onto her shoulder as a hiss reverberated through his chambers.
“Kronos,” she whispered.
His lips curled. He inserted another finger, and she squirmed beneath him.
“Again,” he said.
“Kronos.”
“Again.”
“Kronos, Kronos, Kronos.”
Now that she’d started saying it, she couldn’t seem to stop.
Kronos bit her earlobe—gently at first, and then harder.
All she could hear was the sound of his fingers as they slid in and out of her wetness, working her toward her orgasm.
When it was finally upon her, she could do nothing but allow it to happen.
Daphne let herself go, surrendering to pleasure like she’d never known.
Her climax was not sharp and short, rather it bloomed slowly, starting between her legs before spreading throughout her entire body.
It grew like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its wake, leaving her gasping for air.
Before she could catch her breath, Kronos flipped her onto her back.
Daphne lay there, legs splayed wide open for him, weak with desire.
One glance at his trousers told her he had finished too.
At the sight, Daphne felt a surge of power the likes of which she’d never felt before.
It was better than what she’d felt when Maximus had finished in front of her.
Far better. Maximus had come from touching himself.
Kronos had come from touching her. That meant something to Daphne.
It meant he gleaned pleasure from her pleasure.
She was not just a means to an end for him. She was more.
Kronos was watching her too, his bare chest slicked with sweat. Daphne wanted to lick him clean.
“You said you would fuck me if I begged.”
He chuckled, running a hand through his long hair. “So I did.”
“Why didn’t you?”
He regarded her calmly. “Perhaps I changed my mind.”
“Why?”
Daphne watched him as he watched her, drinking in his magnificence. It seemed wholly unfair that a man could look the way he did. She stared at the angles of his lower abdomen, imagining they were arrows pointing directly to his cock.
“Are you ever going to fuck me?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Yes.”
“When?”
“When you are in love with me.”
Daphne couldn’t believe this. He was taking on her goal as his own. She found it significant that he hadn’t reversed it—that he was waiting until she loved him, not until he loved her. She wondered whether that mattered.
“You seem confident I will love you.”
His smile widened. “That is because I am.”
Daphne propped herself up on her elbow so she could glare at him properly. “And why is that?”
In response, Kronos lay down next to her, pulling her into his arms so there was no possible escape from his embrace. Daphne placed her hand over his scar, feeling his heartbeat, which was racing just as fast as hers.
“You ask too many questions, Daphne.”
“Only because you give too few answers.”
“Not every question requires an answer.”
“Mine do.”
She wasn’t surprised when Kronos didn’t reply.
She was, however, surprised when he kissed her.
Daphne hadn’t expected there to be anything…
after. Anytime a man fucked her, he disappeared almost immediately.
Not Kronos. He kissed her for hours. And when they were done kissing he simply stared at her, breathing her in, sinking deep into the moment without fear, encouraging Daphne to do the same.
He brushed his fingers along her jaw before tracing her lips so tenderly he might have been touching snow.
The intimacy was staggering. Daphne felt the sudden need to draw away.
Before she could do so, Kronos leaned forward and trailed his lips down her neck, as if he knew she needed a break from his arresting eye contact.
Daphne arched her head back, exposing her throat to a predator.
Even now, she had never felt more safe. He kissed her neck until she was pulling him back to her lips again.
Then he kissed her some more. Daphne fell asleep in his arms, her head against his chest, every wall she’d built rapidly crumbling down.