Page 292 of Bonds of Hercules
“Are you ready, carissima?” Kharon asked breathlessly. “I know it’s your first time—breathe with me, stay relaxed.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
His hips flexed, his blunt tip slipping inside of me.
Kharon moved his fingers up, stroking through my curls, rubbing at my clit. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me downward a little.
He stopped. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I gasped at the overwhelming fullness. It had an edge of pain, but was nothing I couldn’t handle.
He thrust a little deeper, then paused again. “Still, okay?” His eyes searched mine, glazed with lust and feelings.
“Yes—more.”
I gripped his shoulders for dear life as he slowly slipped deeper. Finally, he seated himself fully, throbbing inside of me.
“Good girl,” Augustus praised in my mind. “You’re doing such an amazing job.”
I looked back over my shoulder, whimpering at the hardness stretching me indecently, holding me in place.
Augustus was sitting naked in his chair, pierced cock fisted in his hand as he stroked himself, watching as Kharon fucked me.
His crown was askew on the top of his head—a Machiavellian glint was in his eyes; a single brand covered his unblemished bronze skin, it sat on the edge of his left pectoral muscle, directly over his heart.
Despotic, hungry, disturbingly competent.
The stretching pain took on a warm, pleasurable edge.
Flutters traveled through my core as I turned back, trembling on Kharon’s lap, his weapons digging harder into my thighs, as I sat spread across him.
He still wasn’t moving, waiting for me to adjust.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You’re so unreal—I’m not going to be able to last long.”
“Please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
Kharon leaned his head down and licked at my nipples as he rubbed my clit.
He stayed motionless.
“Kharon,” I begged, tugging at his silky hair.
He made a depraved hungry sound around my nipple, eyes meeting mine, and he thrust shallowly—we both moaned.
Tingling spread as I spasmed around his long cock.
Sucking on my breast, holding my gaze, Kharon thrust up and down below me. Stretching me unbelievably wide, his little movements were sublime.
Kharon touched my clit possessively, rubbing through my wetness, and I clawed at his shoulders, head tipping back.
“Look at mewhile I fuck you,” Kharon demanded roughly as he thrust harder, filling me deep, the burn exquisite.
I looked down at the man nicknamed SEX, fully appreciating his talents.
Blood filled the whites of his eyes.
His pleasure and emotions slammed into me in a tidal wave as he engaged his powers:I love her. Mine. My heart. Mine. Consume.Cherish. Dominate. My love. Soulmate. Own her. My woman. Tie her up. Mine. Ravage. Love her.
