Page 121 of The Satyr's Guilt
She rocked her hips against his invasion.“Yes. More.” With breathless gasps, she rolled her head from sideto side.
He withdrew and re-entered her body with twofingers, her whimpered pleas encouraging him to plunge in andout.
“I want you inside me.” Gahya palmed hisaching need, guiding it toward its destination.
He lowered himself between her thighs. “Opento me,” he commanded. When she lifted her knees wide, he grippedhis shaft and shoved into the anxious depth between her legs.
Gahya cried out, her heels clasping onto hisbuttocks, her clawed nails drawing blood on his back. “More, myOhngel.”
He growled but adjusted the angle and thrustof his swollen erection until he seated himself deep within theGenitrix’s sex. With a savage desire, he pounded into her, slammingher against the ground. Ohngel took what he wanted withuncompromising force while she stayed with him push for push. Hetook. He assaulted. Attacked. In and out. No mercy.
Just as she liked it.
His lips captured her mouth as he spiked histongue inside like a sword seeking the kill, each plunge fiercerthan the last. This was what her creatures experienced, what shegave them.
“Yes. Yes. Ohngel.”
With her shoulder gripped between his teeth,he pistoned his hips forward, faster and faster, harder andharder.
She bucked against the warrior a final time,shattering the silence with her pleasured screams.
As Gahya cried out, Ohngel’s eyes blazed,his wings snapped out, and he threw his head back to shout. Oncehis seed filled the Genitrix, he stilled.
Moments later, the goddess unclasped hertrembling legs, dropping weakened arms to the leaf-strewn ground.“This is good.”
Ohngel twisted onto his side, raising ontoan elbow. With furrowed brows, he contemplated the Genitrix.Regardless of the carnal pleasure offered by her body, he remainedguarded, possessed of a bone-chilling distrust. Though passion ishot, scorching the bearer and the recipient of the emotion, hiswariness was not so. It was cold, frigid. Freezing all who touchedit. “It is satisfying. The need to fuck you again rips me apart. Isit good?”
“You are mine. I am yours.”
“You are forever faithless, Gahya. I meanthis as no insult. It is what it is. You are not mine, nor I yours.Once, I could have been. No longer. Let us not make too much offucking. You will be off to a new male tomorrow.”
“And you?”
“I’ll have a different female in my bedby tonight.”
Sitting, Gahya lifted her peplos, re-pinnedit at her shoulder, and smoothed the skirt down her legs. Her browsknitted together. “You have grown cruel.”
Unfolding his lethal body from the ground,he slipped on his shirt and laced his breeches. When clothed, hebent at the waist in a deep bow. “Such is so. And I apologize ifthe truth has offended the Genitrix.”
His form dissolved as he left Gahya’s abode,aware she would summon him again. And he would come.
Celene jerked her eyes from the book when akey snicked in the lock of the door opposite the kitchen. Thevampire who called himself Lort strode in. Because he rarelyvisited, she feared the news would not be good.
“Where is she?” he demanded, his eyesstreaked with red.
The vampire’s question made Celene want tocheer. With two changes in prison locations, no windows to see ifit was dark or light, and drugs distorting her sense of time,Celene was unsure how many days had passed. Maybe five or six. Theyhad not found Jace. “How the hell would I know? I don’t even knowwhere I am.”
So fast she could not track him, he wasbeside her chair, his fingers wrapped in her hair, pulling her headback, hard enough tears welled in her eyes. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know, asshole.”
His grip unbreakable, he wrenched her neckfarther, her spine arching. Then he released her. “You get no walksoutside. These rooms will be your cage.” A cruel snarl contortedhis face, his fangs cutting his lower lip.
She lifted her hand and threw Lort a middlefinger.
That felt good.
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