Page 42 of Forbidden Empire
He drove deeper, the thick ridge of him hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
His teeth scraped the shell of my ear, his breath coming in harsh pants that matched the brutal rhythm of his hips.
"Like this? Is this what you need, Esme?"
The headboard slammed against the wall, each crack echoing the wet, obscene sound of our bodies colliding. My fingernails drew pinpricks of blood into his shoulders, which smeared between us like war paint.
"Yes," I sobbed, beyond shame, beyond pride. "God, yes—" The rest of my words dissolved into incoherence.
He hitched my thigh higher, the new angle sending lightning bolts of pleasure-pain up my spine.
"Say you're mine now, little one." His rhythm faltered just enough to let me know this wasn't just dirty talk; this was the price of my pleasure.
The real surrender he demanded.
I knew it then. In the space between heartbeats, between the drag of his cock and the bruising grip of his hands on my hips, I knew.
He'd orchestrated this entire night— every touch, every kiss, every thrust to bring me to this precipice where pride and need collided.
He fucking knew what he was doing.
"I'm yours, Aidon," I gasped, the admission ripped from somewhere deep and primal as I opened my thighs wider, surrendering not just my body but something far more dangerous. "I'll be yours as long as you keep—" My voice shattered as he drove into me with renewed force, the confession he'd extracted rewarded with what I'd begged for.
He fucked me harder then, each thrust more punishing than the last, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
My vision blurred, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming intensity.
Every nerve ending screamed for release, my body a live wire under his hands.
Deeper. The world beyond our tangled limbs ceased to exist.
Faster. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out everything but the slick slide of him inside me.
Until—
My orgasm hit like a tsunami, hot waves of pleasure rolling through my hips and radiating outward until even my fingertips tingled. My inner walls clenched and spasmed around him, milking his cock as I shattered.
I might have screamed his name, might have cursed, might have begged.
I couldn't tell through the roaring in my ears.
He continued fucking me through the aftershocks, not slowing, not stopping until I was trembling without any semblance of control, over-sensitized and delirious.
Right when I thought I might pass out, I felt him swell inside me, his rhythm turning erratic. His fingers dug bruises into my hipbones as he slammed into me one final time, his whole body going rigid as he came with a guttural groan that vibrated through my sternum.
The hot pulse of his release inside me triggered another wave of pleasure, smaller but no less intense.
"God, yes," I cried, my body still quaking with aftershocks, clenching around him as if trying to draw out every drop.
He collapsed half on top of me, his weight both crushing and comforting.
For long moments, all I heard was the sound of our ragged breathing slowing.
His lips found my neck, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. The gentleness was almost more devastating than the violence that had preceded it.
His mouth trailed up my cheek, finding my lips with surprising tenderness. The kiss was deep but unhurried, his tongue sliding against mine in a languid echo of our earlier frenzy.
Something in my chest cracked open at the contrast, the brutality of before against this almost reverent aftermath.
