Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kristina
Slumped against him, Kristina’s mind was clouded.
Somewhere, she sensed there was a need for panic, but it was lodged deep in her psyche, buried under the weight of her rising weariness, which appeared to be growing roots and grounding her.
Hovering above those emotions was the fog of her intense satisfaction.
Dwelling in that euphoria, she couldn’t remember why those other feelings had ever felt so pressing.
There was only Kronos. The heat of his arms around her, his hand slipping from her neck, and over her breast, and the knowledge that the fingers of his other hand were still lodged deeply inside her.
Squeezing her sex around them, she groaned again, an illicit sound that she scarcely even recognized.
Did that erotic noise come from her? She blinked at the white wall as though the glowing structure would provide an answer.
Apparently, the sound was hers, although she was sure she didn’t know the woman who’d produced it, but then she also failed to acknowledge the one who’d appreciated his digits stiffening at her air supply.
Why the hell was that so sexy? The threat of being choked shouldn’t have been captivating, yet sensing his digits stiffening around her throat had really done something for her.
Her head fell at the insane idea. Knowing how strong he was and how he still held hers and another life in his hand, she should have frozen with terror at the prospect, yet for some crazy reason, the gesture had only heightened the power of her pleasure.
“Fuck.” She pushed out the word, then quickly remembered his displeasure at her profanity. “Sorry, Master.”
A deep chuckle was the only response he offered, her body lowering slowly until the soles of her feet skimmed the floor again. She looked around briefly, unsure what had just happened.
Wait? I was in the air?
Had she known she’d been levitating while she’d splintered into a thousand shards of satiation?
Based on her puzzlement, she guessed not.
From some distant place, she heard her old rational mind querying her logic, reminding her that she couldn’t have been levitating, because such skills did not exist.
It’s just another side effect of whatever he gave me, she reassured herself as she pushed the niggling doubt aside. It has to be.
Sliding her palms along his muscular thighs, all she could think about was just how good that orgasm was. She was softer somehow because of it, as if her body was primed for more. No climax she’d experienced had come close to hitting her as powerfully as that one Kronos’ incessant fingers produced.
Every fiber of her being had been concentrated on her one, yearning need for release, and when he’d finally pushed her over the edge, she’d wanted to cry with joyous relief.
She blinked her eyes wider at the disturbing reality. Kronos, the man who’d captured her, was responsible for her most intense sexual high. How was that right?
She sighed when he eased his digits from inside her, spellbound as his hand rose and he presented her with the fingers that had granted her such gratification. Pressing the fingertips to her lips, he whispered his sensual instruction.
“Clean me.”
Only two words, but her mouth parted at his command, and she wrapped her lips around one, and then his second finger, discerning her flavor on his skin.
There was something so taboo about the act, as though being made to savor her own excitement was a forbidden treasure.
Whether it was wrong or right, he had created that pleasure in her, and she was so fucking thankful.
She worked her mouth around his fingers before exhaustion forced her back against his hard body.
“What do you say, little one?”
His knowing tone should have felt goading, but she was so overwrought, she barely even noticed its resonance.
“Thank you, Master.”
She smiled, realizing she actually meant the words. For the first time since she’d woken, he had given her a reason to be grateful.
He shifted behind her. “Hands on the wall.”
His throaty tone conveyed his own intensifying need, and without thinking, she reached forward, pressing her fingers into the warm glow.
She still couldn’t understand how the walls or floor had the permanent effervescent effect, but feeling its luminosity against her palm, her smile grew.
There was something strangely compelling about its influence, as though the structure had a power all of its own.
“I need you.”
She turned her face at the hunger in his voice, gasping when he hoisted her from the ground. “Master!”
She called out instinctively, though she knew she was safe.
Kronos had her, one of his arms wrapping under her thigh, while the other snaked around her middle.
She might not have known much about the guy, but she did know he was spectacularly strong.
If she was in his arms, then she wasn’t going anywhere.
Perhaps that should have been perturbing.
That hazy voice at the back of her head warned that it was wrong to feel secure in the arms of her captor, but its tone was easy to dismiss in the frenzy of physicality.
Lifted from her feet, she was aware of his hands on her, and of his cock, which had been shoved against her back while she’d flown through the stars, sliding down between her cheeks.
“Yes.” She offered her assent proactively, knowing already where his hard shaft was headed, and, pressing her palms against the glowing wall, she pushed her ass back to receive him.
Whatever he had in mind, she longed for it.
She longed for him.
Kronos didn’t wait for a further invitation, the hand at her hip tilting her body into an even more exaggerated arch. She cried out when he speared her, knowing already how big he was, yet still unprepared for the depth of his possession at the new, deeper angle.
“Oh, God.” Her eyes fluttered closed as he took control of the pace.
Feet dangling in the air, she was powerless and so full of him. She couldn’t have stopped him if she’d wanted to, but God, no part of her desired that outcome. When he pushed back inside her, she knew satisfaction in a way she would never have thought possible.
“You’re incredible.” His snarled praise floated over her, her eyes widening when his hips picked up the tempo.
“Fuck!”
She knew he didn’t approve of the language, but what the hell else was she supposed to say to passion like that? She could hardly even think, let alone construct sentences to reflect what she was feeling.
Lost to his rhythm, she was only half aware of his hands leaving her body.
She was rueful at first, missing his touch, and only loosely conscious that she must have been floating in the air without his support.
Those thoughts were obliterated, though, when one of his palms smacked hard against her ass cheek, and the other hand lodged abruptly in her hair.
Fuck! She only thought the word that time, her eyes tearing at her stinging flesh.
“What did I tell you?” With a fistful of her tresses, he yanked her head backward.
“I’m s-sorry, Master!” she stammered, panting as his cock plowed into her over and over again.
He shifted their bodies in an instant, pushing her flat against the warm glow and pressing her into it while his body elevated them toward the stars.
Her head, which had been forced to one side, rested against the glowing wall, her gaze blinking at the look of her outstretched hand and barely recognizing what she saw.
Whatever was left of her logical mind knew those fingers belonged to her.
She could prove the point by wiggling them.
Yet pinioned by the ferocity of his fucking, Kris once again felt as though she was having an out-of-body experience.
She was there, an active part of the carnality, calling out and never wanting him to stop, while she was simultaneously on the other side of the room, watching the giant consume her as if she were a mere appetizer.
“Master.”
She thought she’d cried out, but in the haze of sensual overload, maybe she had only imagined the noise. It was all too much, his strength combining with the intensity of her feelings, and he felt so good.
Too fucking good.
Caught in the absurdity of that paradox, that she had been reduced to a vessel for their coalesced pleasure, a thing he could fuck at will without even provoking protest, she moaned.
How on Earth could she dissent? Whatever she’d thought sex with Shaun might have been, it could never have been like the explosive sensations pinwheeling in her body with Kronos.
“I have you.” He pushed her harder against the wall, burying half of her face into its ethereal glow as his hot lips skimmed over the back of her neck.
The kisses at her nape burned a line of fire over her skin, their feathery caress quite in contrast to the relentlessness of his driving hips. “I’m not letting you go.”
She believed it, too, but rather than the foreboding prophecy those words might once have alluded to, in the heat of their desire, there was only a powerful yearning for more.
More somatic sensuality.
More punishing pleasure.
More of whatever Kronos decided.
The pursuit of her liberty, which had once seemed so pressing, was lost, like a leaf on the autumn breeze.
Where would she go, and why?
Even if she could just leave, how could she ever walk away from passion like that, knowing she might never feel it with another man again?
As his pleasure peaked, and he hauled her back from the glow to coddle her in his arms, the thought slipped from her.
She should want to leave.
Somewhere deep down, she accepted that, but burying her face against his pectorals, there was little logic to the conclusion.
“You are magnificent, little one.” Smoothing her hair from her face, his fingers played with the loose strands.
She smiled at the expanse of his muscle, buoyed by the compliment as though it had somehow nourished her. She shouldn’t have thirsted for the touch of her captor, but she sensed she was already way too far down that rabbit hole to be concerned. “Thank you, Master.”
Lifting her head, she was aware of the dull throb at her temples again, the hurt clearing some of the cloud that had descended as lust. Shifting against the inviting prison of his muscles, the weight of her predicament settled over her once more.
Sex with Kronos was magical, but he had still taken her without consent and refused to let her go.
She couldn’t keep allowing carnality to overcome her senses.
“I can’t stay here.” Her voice was subdued, and she heard the tinge of sadness there, as though a large part of her wished that she could.
“But you must, little one.” He answered in one long breath, and if she wasn’t mistaken, his limbs tightened around her. “You will stay, you will obey, and if I get one sniff of insolence, your defiance will be punished.”
Her brow furrowed at his reply, though surely, she had expected it. What did she think would happen? That he’d give her one gigantic orgasm and then all her problems would be solved?
Kronos had made his position clear before she’d given herself to him. She’d been a fool to give in to carnality in the vain belief it might be the cure for her captivity. The sex was spectacular, but it didn’t change anything.
Clinging to his bicep, she could suddenly see the contradiction for what it was.
She had to get away before she lost herself to his will completely, although God only knew how that would be possible.
“It’s time I fed you,” he mused out loud, planting a kiss on her crown as her feet found the ground again. “What does my little one like to eat, I wonder?” She suspected he wasn’t actually seeking her opinion. “Back on your chair.”
He pointed to the seat as though she’d forgotten where it was, and impassively, she hobbled toward it. She perched on the edge, her head dazed as she watched the firm orbs of his muscular ass pace in front of her.
“Food first, and then sleep,” he instructed, as though she needed to be cossetted.
A part of her thought to argue, but she already knew better, and she was hungry. Eating would help her plan her next steps.
Whoever Kronos was, and however much she loved his attention, she couldn’t allow him to be the end of her.
She was young. She was smart. She had a future.
Blowing out a breath, that certainty echoed in her mind.
She wouldn’t play out the rest of her days as nothing more than his fucking concubine.
The End