Page 98 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
More of his cock.
Our kisses turn fevered, and he grinds his hips into mine with every thrust. Tight pleasure in my pelvis rips loud cries from my throat.
More touch.
More affection.
His hand slides down my neck, his claws scratching deliciously against my damp skin. My pearled nipples ache for his touch, and he doesn’t deny me, skating his thumb over the top before plucking it between his fingers.
More. More. More.
He rocks against me harder and I scream, violently pushed into blind, shimmering nothingness. He breaks the kiss and pulls back, his eyes glowing like winter frost as he watches me. I fist his hair as the orgasm breaks over me in unending waves.
So, I was the ocean after all, and he was the moon, pulling me at his whim.
The ground shudders as Apollo sets a punishing pace with his hips. I’m trapped, the foundation of the mountain at my back and his avatar above me. My pussy tightens around his cock as the pleasure hits a new height, and my screams hit a new pitch. I claw at his chest and clench my eyes shut against the force trying to tear me apart.
“Give in.” Apollo kisses a trail up my neck.
He grabs my thigh, pushing my knee up to my chest and pinning it there as his hand delves into my hair. He kisses me again, hungry and desperate. My muscles tremble all the way up my stomach, and my lungs beg for more air.
I gasp between moans, trying to hold on, to not let myself slip into the primordial destruction threatening me with every thrust. He’s unmaking me.
“Give in to me,” he pleads. “I have you.”
At his tender words, the war is lost. My body relents and I combust into a million crystal shards, painting the ceiling with glittering screams. The slide of his body into mine is a euphoria that borders on madness.
The ground rumbles.
My mind fractures.
Apollo growls deep in his chest and blue light flashes behind my eyelids. His body is hot as he trembles above me, shaking with the mountain. I can almost taste blueberry pancakes again.
His lips find mine when my throat is raw and my body spent. He fists my curls and rubs circles on my hip, kneading me with every breath. His thrusts slow until he’s resting on top of me feather light, like I might break if he pushes too hard.
I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him down. He sighs into my neck and drops until he’s a comfortable weight on my chest. It’s perfect.
Mindlessly, my hands begin to wander. The leathery skin of his wing is soft under my fingers as I trace the lines of his bones.
“This doesn’t hurt?” I ask, tracing the edge of his wing down to where it cradles me against the stones of the mountain.
“Not at all,” he murmurs against my temple, kissing softly.
I draw figure-eights on his back with my other hand, dragging my nails over his sweat-soaked skin. We both need a shower, but I’m happy to stay here forever with him.
Except he doesn’t have forever to spend with me.
There’s only one person destined to behisperson. The one he can love like no one else. The one whom he can feast on and require no other being’s pleasure to sustain himself.
And I’m not that person.
The sweat on my neck turns to ice and my stomach churns. Acid creeps up my throat.
Every second I spend falling in love with him is another second I could be using to help set him free. I’mwastinghis time and breaking my own heart.
Apollo pulls back, his eyes wide with concern. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow the pain in my chest. “It’s late, and we have the public opening tomorrow morning at ten…”
