Page 48 of The Chosen Son

I watched, enthralled, as he dragged his thumb across the slit at the tip, collecting precum, before bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean. “You taste like the sweetest ambrosia,” he said. “I will never get enough…”

With that, he lowered himself over me, kissing me hard, and I could taste my essence on his tongue as he massaged mine, sharing my unique flavor. With his mouth on me, I suddenly felt like I understood a bit about Stockholm Syndrome. I could see myself developing a bit of an obsession with my captor, if not falling outright in love with him. As needy and aching as I was, I thought I could’ve stayed like that forever, just kissing him for an eternity.

Deimos, however, had other ideas…

Without warning, he let go of my cock, and before I could complain, he gripped me around the waist and flipped me over onto all fours. He pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, until my chest was on the mattress, my hips canted up. Deimos moaned in appreciation as he traced his fingertips along the length of my spine.

“What a sight,” he whispered as he reached the cleft of my ass, delving in with his fingers. He buried his face between my cheeks and lapped at my hole until he had me begging. It wasn’t enough—I neededmore.

As Deimos pleasured me, ravenous and desperate, he drained every drop of the power from my body until he became drunk with it. It only made sense, because on the other end of the spectrum, I was intoxicated with feeling healthy and normal. It was an even trade in my mind.

I could get used to this…

He’d teased me long enough, and I decided to take matter into my own hands—literally. I reached for my bounding cock, but Deimos slapped my hand away, his possessive growl vibrated straight throughwhere he had his tongue speared inside me. I pressed my face into the mattress to muffle my whine, a long stream of precum dribbling onto the sheet.

He rose up onto his knees, tearing off his robe. “You seem to think you can do a better job at pleasuring yourself than I can, but I’d like a chance to prove you wrong.”

Lining himself up behind me, he didn’t give me a chance to brace myself before he gripped my hips and slammed himself home, filling me to the brim. I cried out, scrambling to get a hold of something, because there was no slow easing in, taking a gentle pace to get used to the stretch. The sting bordered on too much, but I savored it, longed for more. Deimos set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against me with each thrust.

Even then, I felt like he was holding back, determined not to hurt me. The problem was that Iwantedhim to hurt me—bruise me, mark me for all the see, proof that this happened when tomorrow I was convinced it was all a dream. I rocked back into him, trying to coax him to let go.

He slapped my ass, a sharp hot sting grounding me in the moment. “Hold still, Cam, or I might lose control.” He sounded like he was in pain.

“Good,” I hissed, looking over my shoulder at him.

His pained expression shifted into a mischievous grin. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?”

“Why don’t you show me?” I taunted. “I dare you.”

Deimos was not the type to back down from a challenge. He reached out and laced his fingers through my hair. “Hold on,” he warned darkly.

Relentlessly, he drilled into me again and again, hard enough that my legs gave out, and I soon found myself lying belly flat on themattress, his full weight pressing me down. His grip was bruising, my scalp stinging where he fisted my hair. My cock was sandwiched under me, the pressure and friction adding another dimension to the already overwhelming sensations.

And if all that wasn’t enough, tiny electric sparks began to pop and crackle between us as Deimos seemed to have reached the max of how much energy he could take—his metaphorical battery was overflowing, and our sweat made a great conductor.

I came hard, my cum pumping out onto the bed beneath me. My channel clenched around him, in undulating spasms, but he just kept going. I had no time to recover. My body felt thoroughly used, oversensitive, but I never wanted him to stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, a second orgasm already building.

I could tell when he was close, his rhythm stuttering, his breath hot and heavy by my ear. “I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, you’ll be able to taste it,” he gritted out.

Knowing he was about to come gave me the nudge over the edge, and I came again with a whimper. Deimos groaned, lodging himself deep inside me when his knot swelled, and he bit down hard on my neck as he came, warmth and happiness and satisfaction rolling through me with an unstoppable force. I could feel him throbbing, filling me with his hot cum.

We both collapsed into a sweaty, sticky pile, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. His heart was racing, its thrum pattering against my back. “Tired already? I thought you were in better shape than that,” I teased breathlessly.

He laughed, rolling us gently to our sides. “Look who’s talking, sidekick. We’re gonna have to work on your stamina. I recommend a cardio-intensive workout regime. I’ll meet you tomorrow, same time, same place.”

I may have drifted off for a few moments, because I blinked awake when his knot slipped free of my ass, a rush of his cum leaking out. I missed him already.

“Come on, love. Let’s go for a shower,” he said behind me, rolling off the bed and padding toward the bathroom.

My entire body froze, and I was suddenly wide awake. Did he just call me… love? That was a pet name, right? He certainly hadn’t meant that he loved me. That wasn’t possible. Right?

And why had it made my heart skip a beat?

After a moment, I heard the shower start, and I schooled my expression into something neutral, not at all the mental freakout that was going on inside. Wincing at how tender my ass felt, I tiptoed across the polished concrete floor and slipped into the bathroom. Deimos was already standing in the shower, his silhouette delectable even through the frosted glass.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I traced the outline of his bite mark on my neck. “Is there room for me in there?” I asked softly. Why did I suddenly feel unwelcome? He hadn’t done anything to make me feel that way, but alarms were blaring in my head, telling me to run like hell. I was going to get burned by this man.

Deimos pulled back the sliding glass door. “Of course.” When I didn’t get in fast enough, he reached out, dripping water all over the floor, and dragged me in. I landed against his chest, his arms locking behind me.

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