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“So fulfilling,” he groaned roughly before he firmly kissed me. “I want to take this slow, but damn, Theia. This is hard.”

“We can go at whatever pace we wish,” I assured him and sealed my words with a soft kiss. “I just want to feel it all, Atticus.”

That was all he needed to take the lead. He began to move, and the two of us moaned at the way our bodies hummed with tranquility. The best way to describe it was like being the last two pieces of a puzzle and finally being put into place.

I felt whole and balanced, and the immense pleasure that spiked with every thrust made me wild with need and power. It felt like we were uniquely charged, and this connection allowed us to share the energy that had been bubbling with impatience to be exchanged.

I could feel his emotions, his gratefulness to be in my presence like I was some goddess beyond his orbit that he finally got the chance to reach, touch, and devour. He respected me in some areas, admired me in others, and my beauty reeled him in as strongly as my intelligence.

It was as if I experienced everything he had when he saw me that day in the midst of the forest. He’d watched my power flow flawlessly, even if it was an energy that was the polar opposite of his. He’d fallen for me right there and then, and to now be one with me was like an early Christmas gift he didn’t expect would be given to him.

I bet he could feel my impression of him. My intrigue and fascination while I admired his sense of duty. Knowing what he’d endured to reach here only made this more satisfying, for he’d endured the pain of being a slave.

He’d been tortured, abused, and used for another individual’s moment of pleasure because he believed in my existence and was willing to endure anything if it meant he was given the woman he was destined to be with. Little did he know that goddess was but an imposter, but in the end, he finally found me.

Despite it all, the chaos, uncertainty, and an undetermined future, this moment felt like it was meant to happen. For us to come together as one and to feel how powerful and fulfilling it was to make love to the one fated for you.

“Atticus,” I panted as he began to move faster, his head nestling between my shoulder and neck so he could further taunt my body with arousal as he lightly nibbled and licked the sensitive spot.

“You want to become my sweet addiction, don’t you, Sweet Theia?” he groaned and sucked at my neck, which left me moaning louder as my head dipped back into the pillow to give him more access.

I loved how my breasts pressed against his pecs, my nipples hard and further aroused by how they brushed with every bouncing movement his thrusts delivered.

“If…it makes me enjoy rides like these, I’m all aboard,” I voiced between pants as he continued to fuck me hard and deep. He changed angles unexpectedly, and fuck, how that changed everything as I was left panting and moaning breathlessly as my climax inched closer and closer.

His moans grew louder, growls and grunts escaping his lips with each deep thrust, and I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us before we came.

“Atticus,” I warned, knowing I didn’t have the resistance to stop myself from cumming. Everything was just too intense, the atmosphere thick with our palpable energy while pulsing shockwaves further riddled us in anticipation of our climax.

It was like I’d given him all the energy I was struggling to balance, and he’d given me his — the foreign vials of power readying themselves to burst through us at the exact same moment.

“I want to feel you cum when I do, Sweet Theia,” he urged as he rocked into me at a wild pace that would certainly push me over the edge at any moment. “Cum for me, Nerissa. Milk my damn cock into oblivion!”

With one final thrust, he sank as deeply as he could while he pinned me with his body — his wings outstretching to their fullest as we both screamed in ecstasy

“Fuck!” he cursed as his seed filled me, while my orgasm collided through my body, which left me shuddering in waves. He endured it all as my pussy milked him, forcing him to remain completely still, which I felt he had no complaints about.

I dared to open my eyes enough to witness the glowing wonderland we ended up creating from our union. Golden orbs and feathers began to twinkle down upon us while Atticus’s body was covered with vivid white markings that made him look like a summoned warrior waiting to rise at the call of his savior.

I couldn’t help but sit up to the best of my ability, my right hand lying upon his left chest pec. There was a scar there that almost ridiculed me with its presence, enough that I couldn’t help but press my lips against it firmly with the intent of its disappearance.

My lips sizzled with warmth until they began to tingle with hot power from inside me begging to aid our mate. The heat spread and danced through him and across his flesh until it was his hand that lightly laid upon the back of my neck that encouraged me to pull back.

I glanced at the spot to see it was not only healed but the scars had been replaced with markings of black that shimmered blue and purple. It was outstanding to take in the white lines, leaving him to look like a tatted masterpiece with brilliant wings of white that shifted to shimmers of gold.

“Atticus,” I whispered and further looked up to see his surprised expression, but he wasn’t looking at what I’d just done.

He was looking at me from behind.

All I had to do was glance back to see what had stolen his utmost attention, which left me speechless as I glanced back to witness what I never thought could be possible for the Goddess of Darkness.

White wings.

CHAPTER4

Mournful Uncertainty And Daddy Dearest: Part Two

Brilliant white feathers from the massive set of wings shifted into shimmering feathers of black with hints of blue and purple. I was rendered speechless as I slowly took it in before I realized my hair was far longer than before.

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