Page 30 of God of War

I shatter, falling into a million jagged pieces. Gushing all over his face as tidal waves of ecstasy crash over me.

In a split second, I'm flat on my back on the bed, pinned beneath his weight. Every inch of him seams to me, holding me down, and I fucking love the way it feels to be this consumed by him, to be held down by him, completely at his mercy.

He pants above me, his amber eyes on fire as he stares down at me, an inferno raging in his eyes. "Fucking perfect," he rasps, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of my lips. "God,mi alma. You're perfect."

I tremble at his praise…and then tremble again when he wraps a firm hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.

My eyes fly to his as he yanks my leg up over his hip, opening me up to him. His cock slips through my folds, grinding against my clit before he notches himself at my entrance.

"Are you ready to break for me,princesa?"

"Yes," I gasp, arching, straining toward him, desperate and eager.

I expect him to be rough, to take me hard and fast, to pound into me until I shatter. To fuck me with the same ruthless intensity he does everything else. But Naz is many things. Cruel to me isn't one of them.

When he presses forward, he's gentle. Reverent.

His eyes bore into mine as he pins me down and stretches me open slowly, carefully. Even then, the sheer size of him burns. I gasp, my nails scoring into his broad back, my teeth sinking into his shoulder. But the pain is sweet, fleeting. One I don't want to end.

"Breathe, little one," he croons, his lips against my skin. "Just breathe through it. I've got you."

I inhale a shaking breath as he continues to press forward, inch by torturous inch. When he's finally buried to the hilt, splitting me open at the seams, he goes completely still, giving me time to adjust.

His eyes meet mine, molten and hungry. But there's no mistaking the soft reverence there, either. The complete adoration.

"You feel like heaven," he rasps, brushing his lips against mine. "So fucking tight and perfect around my cock."

"Naz," I whimper, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. He's breaking me, but not in the way I expected. This side of him, this sweetness…God, he's perfect in a way that hurts.

"Are you ready for more, little one? Ready for me to fucking destroy you?"

"Yes," I gasp, quivering on the edge of something vast, something so powerful it's terrifying. It feels like forever. But what do I know about forever? What does that even look like in our world? He may have made a different choice today, but we're still predator and pawn. I'm still who I am…and he's still who he is.

But even so, I think it looks like this. It looks like him.

"Good." His lips skim along my cheek, seeking my ear. His breath blows hot against the shell of it. "Then let me hear that pretty voice, Brynna. I want you to fucking scream while I fuck my way into your soul. It belongs to me."

Oh, God… No, not God.Nazario.

His eyes meet mine as he withdraws almost all the way and then slams back inside me, bottoming out. I scream just like he wanted as ecstasy pours through my veins, igniting in a liquid rush.

"Fuck," he groans, intense pleasure flaring in his eyes. "Scream like that again, Brynna."

His hips snap against mine a second time, the force of it shaking the bed beneath us. I throw my head back, shouting his name as another wave of ecstasy pours through me.

"That's it," he whispers. "Just like that,princesa. Let the whole fucking world hear you falling apart on my cock."

I sob his name, clawing down his back deep enough to draw blood as I cling to him, completely at his mercy. Except…he has none as he fucks me so hard and deep stars burst behind my eyelids.

I shouldn't love it. Ecstasy shouldn't rip through me with every ruthless thrust. And yet, I do. It does. This is what's between us, what's been roiling beneath the surface since I dropped my books at his feet. This is my darkness, my sin. It's him and the pure fucking pleasure of being owned by him, dominated by him…turned inside out and upside down by him.

I'm not my father or my brother, lulled by money and power or the thrill of being a criminal. I'm enthralled by this—by the complete loss of inhibition. It's like stepping outside myself, giving in to all those temptations I've always judged myself for. But there are no judgments here. There's onlyyesandmore. There's something so simple, so pure in the freedom of it, and it's fucking beautiful.

His hand tightens around my throat, and I clamp down around him, my walls fluttering and clenching.

"Fuck," he groans, his cock twitching inside me. "Your sweet little cunt gets so fucking tight when I choke you." He squeezes harder, and spots dance in my vision. But my walls clamp around him again because he's right. I do love it. "Such a filthy littleprincesa. I knew you'd love all the dirty things I want to do to this body."

He kisses me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth. He fucks me with it in the same brutal way his cock pounds into me. I whimper against his lips, trembling as my orgasm builds, cresting higher with each snap of his hips against mine, with each tiny sliver of air he allows me to take.

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