Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Make yourself come,” he murmurs against my ear. “Grind your pussy on me until you come.”
The silky water makes it easy to glide back and forth over him, as do my own juices. He sucks and teases my nipples while I ride his thigh, using my hands on his shoulders for leverage. The ring through my hood flips back and forth on each slide of my hips, and every pull of his mouth on my breasts sends sensation straight to that most sensitive part.
But it’s his voice that pushes me close to the precipice every time he lifts his head to look me in the eye and encourage me along. “That’s it. Use me for your pleasure. You deserve to come.”
I gasp and tip my head back.
“I’m going to fuck you, Cenere,” he says, a hand closing gently around my throat. “So deep and so hard that whenever you’re with anyone else, all you can think of is me. All you can feel is me. Every time you fuck my father, you’ll be fucking me in your mind. Remembering how I feel inside your tight little cunt.”
I cry out, my legs shaking with the force of the climax that takes me. This is exactly what I want. An escape from what’s to be, from the inevitable. A fantasy to replace the one that I lost when Arcus presented me with Thrace’s head.
This will do, I think, as my body bucks in his arms. This will do.
He slides me smoothly from his thigh to lift my leg around his waist. I follow with the other, feel his cock against my opening.
“Hang onto me,” he orders, and I cross my ankles behind his back, wrap my arms around his shoulders.
He unfurls his wings and we rise into the air, up and up, until the top of his head brushes the ceiling of the cavern. My stomach drops and the bottoms of my feet tingle. I shudder in fear and grip him tighter.
“Do you remember what I said?” he whispers in my ear. “How I’m going to fuck you?”
“Deep,” I moan, my body parting around the slow advance of his cock. “And hard.”
“Why?”
“So I never feel anyone but you.” I wriggle, desperate to be filled despite my precarious position. “So that I am yours.”
“You are mine,” he says, releasing my waist to grip my chin and hold his gaze to mine. “And I want to look into your eyes when you feel this.”
Kathras drops us suddenly, and I shriek in terror, until he pulls up short and uses the force of the stop to thrust the whole, enormous length of him into me. The thickness of his shaft stretches my cunt and I wail in relief. He lifts me up, so that just the tip of him rests inside me and does it again. Another short drop, another deep thrust. He grips the hair at the nape of my neck, never takes his eyes from mine as we fall together over and over, until his toes touch the surface of the pool.
We rise again, up and up, all the way to the ceiling once more, and I brace myself for another exhilarating drop.
Instead, he pries my arms from around his neck and lifts me over his head, pressing my shoulders to the rough stone. His wings beat steadily, lifting him closer, and he tilts us back until I am splayed atop him, the ceiling at my back, his knees against the stone, his body the only thing stopping me from plummeting to my death.
A death which only moments before wouldn’t have frightened me quite so much. And that fear, just as Luthian promised, makes the pleasure so much better as Kathras strokes into me, hard and fast, his wide shaft tugging at my clit. It’s terrifying. It’s ecstatic. The fear and pleasure spike higher and higher, and I wonder if, when I come, I will fall, spasm out of Kathras’s grasp and plunge down, a scream of release my last words. I’m so close, I don’t care. I chase my climax, meeting his thrusts, moaning with his own strained shouts. I come screaming, wetness bursting over us both, raining down to the cavern floor.
He grabs me in his arms and we spiral back down to the pool, splashing into the water before the final waves of my orgasm have a chance to subside, while I’m still moaning and gasping.
“I hope you don’t think we’re finished,” he groans against my ear.
Chapter Thirty-One
Kathras takes me, over and over. On a smooth, stone ledge. Against a wall that scrapes my back in the most delicious way. Once, with water falling between us, cascading over where we join and thundering against my clit until I can take no more and faint from the unrelenting pleasure.
There is roughness in his passion, but not cruelty. When we are both spent, he holds me, and we laze in the warmth of the pools. He heals me, not just from the abrasions of the stone in the cavern, but the slashes left by branches on my face and thorns on my ankles. He holds me, cradles my head in the hollow of his shoulder, and asks nothing of me.