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“So good,” she moaned.
“So fucking tight,” I bit out.
My cock twitched inside her, making her breath hitch in response. I slid out about halfway before slamming back in and making us both cry out.
She surprised me by glancing back over her shoulder. “Don’t feel like you have to draw this out. Come if you need to. We have all night.”
Her permission was almost enough to do the job. I’d never had a woman like her in my bed before. I wasn’t used to her brazen and playful ways. It was about to be my undoing.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, hips pistoning as I thrust a few more times.
“Please, Chaos, give me your pleasure. I need it.”
She rolled her hips before reaching underneath her body and cupping my balls, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there and sending me hurtling over the cliff with no way to save myself.
I’d have been ashamed of myself if it wasn’t the best orgasm of my life.
“Mmm, delicious. Look at you, fucking my ass like you were born for it.”
Her words sent an aftershock of pleasure through me, my hold on her tightening as I gave a few more involuntary pumps of my hips.
“I knew you’d be a full meal.”
I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her words, but as I came back to myself I realized she was gone and I was no longer in Sparta. I was in my bed at the château, alone and covered in my own cum.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, throwing my arm over my eyes. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Chapter
Eight
MERRI
Iwiped some of the steam off the mirror so I could see myself in it. I had to pop into the shower to rinse off after my unexpectedly hot dream session with Chaos. Who knew the God of War—as I now thought of him—had it in him? My ass was pleasantly sore, as though I’d really been thoroughly fucked and not dream-fucked. Then again, the set of fingerprint-sized bruises on my hips made me wonder just how real that tryst had been. Was it a two-way street? If I’d had the opportunity to scratch up his back, would the evidence be there when he woke up? Something to keep in mind for next time. Especially if these little visits were going to be secret.
And I was absolutely already planning on my next one.
For the first time I could remember, I was truly full. Comfortable and powered up in a way I hadn’t ever felt. Smiling to myself, I pulled a brush through my damp hair and considered that this might have been the missing piece all this time.
A flicker of worry for Chaos sparked in my mind as I heard his phantom grunt of pleasure echo from my memories. I’d fed deeply. Was he okay? Would he even be able to train me today?
Fuck. I was over here feeling like a damn Disney princess with singing birds and sunshine and rainbows beaming out of my ass, and he could be in some sort of sex coma.
I was such an asshole. I should have gone and checked on him first thing. Malice too, for that matter. God, I was an idiot. How could I be so irresponsible?
Making quick work of braiding my hair down my back to keep it out of the way, I shimmied into a matching set of lime green workout clothes. Did I get stuck in my sports bra because I wasn’t fully dry? Yes. Were we going to breathe a word of it to anyone else? No.
I adjusted the twins and gave myself a once-over in the mirror. I had a real Poison Ivy thing going on today, and I kind of loved it. My skin was glowing, eyes bright and vibrant, lips naturally plump and red. If Chaos wasn’t down for the count, he might be once I walked into the training room.
One of his fingerprints was just peeking over the waistband of my yoga pants, and I grinned at the sight of it, a strange sense of possessiveness washing over me. He wanted me. I knew that already, but the proof of it was right there in the mirror. On instinct, I moved to adjust the waistband but then paused and tugged it down a little instead. Let him wonder how that mark got there.
Happy with my ‘fit, I smirked and blew myself a kiss before dashing out of my room and jogging my way through the house and out the door toward the carriage house turned gym.
I heard him before I saw him, and there was no mistaking the tidal wave of relief that swept through me. Our little sexcapade hadn’t done any damage. I could have cried I was so happy.
Grunts filtered out through the partially open doors and, fuck me, I liked that sound so much. Every one of them brought back reminders of how well he’d taken me. I knew withoutlooking I had a full-body flush going on. It was going to be tougher than I thought to keep my focus today.
The second I stepped into the space, Chaos fumbled, almost dropping the heavy barbell he’d been using. I had to swallow back a laugh as he cursed and made a big show of righting it before finally turning to face me. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. I’d never seen him so out of sorts.
