Page 117 of Shattered & Returned

Only an immortal would say something like maidenhood, but I was ready, and there was no one but Nero I’d give this to.

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, he stood naked before me.

My breath caught at the sight of him. He was carved like a god, as if a master sculptor had spent centuries perfecting each line. His chest was broad, his waist narrow, his abs taut with each breath. Scars mapped his body like badges of honor, each one a story of battles fought and won.

But it was his cock that held me spellbound—thick, hard, and jutting proudly. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, marveling at how something so intimidating could be so beautiful.

“I always crave you,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I’m thirsty for you forever.”

Water sloshed over the tub’s edge as we collided, hands ravenous, grasping. My fingers traced each scar, each ridge of muscle, while his mapped my body like he was memorizing me by touch alone.

Our mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue, neither gentle nor patient.

He carried me from the water, my body dripping as he laid me gently on the vast bed. His gaze, dark with promise, never left mine, and my breath caught, his effect on me unchanging, undeniable.

I pulled him down with me, the silk sheets sticking to our damp skin.

“I want to sit on your face,” I said, the words bold, unashamed.

His chuckle was low, delicious. “Do you?” His voice roughened. “Use me. Do whatever you want.”

And then I was riding his face, rubbing my swollen folds against his lips, rubbing my clit on his nose.

His groan of approval only stoked the fire in me, sharpening my hunger.

His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as his tongue dragged over my slit before thrusting into my heat.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly at the incredible pleasure. This was beyond fantasy, beyond thought.

“Delicious.” His words slurred against my flesh, his tongue licking away the mess I made. “You taste like nectar.”

But I was no goddess. There was no ambrosia in me. Just heat, just need, just him. He’d remade me. I was no longer the timid girl who’d stumbled into Forsaken Academy, shaking like a leaf in a storm. Now I was bold. Fierce. And soon, I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.

I didn’t tell him about the inhaler I no longer needed, lost when the bounty hunter took me. Nor did I confess the blood magic humming in my veins. That revelation could wait.

He lifted me from his face, lips still glistening. Lust darkened his gaze.

“I need to fuck you,” he growled. “Really fuck you.”

“Then do it,” I said. “Whenever you want, however you want.”

His grip tightened. “I’ll prepare you first.” A rough exhale. “I’ll still go slow.”

His mouth found my breast, tongue circling my nipple while his hand slipped between my thighs, fingers fondling my slick folds.

His lips brushed my heated skin as he growled,“So wet. Your body knows who it belongs to. Tell me, who owns this flesh?”

“You,”I gasped, arching into his touch. Why deny it? The truth was too obvious.

A cry tore from me as his fingers found that aching, desperate place, circling relentlessly.

“Please—”I wasn’t ashamed to beg. Every part of me demanded to be touched, all at once.

“Patience.”His voice was rough as he slid two fingers inside.“I’m getting you ready. It’s going to be hard. Rough. I can’t be gentle. Not after…”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to.

I understood his need and hunger. After today’s horrors, we both needed this desperately. And I was ready for him to mark me however he wanted.

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