Page 145 of The Oracle of Dusk

His hold instantly gentled.

“Why are you scared, my queen?”

“You’re big and I’m afraid of choking,” she whispered, ashamed.

After everything he’d given her, she was too afraid to do the one thing he’d asked of her for his own sake. And yet instead of disappointment, his expression was understanding. Theron traced a knuckle down her cheek, his eyes earnest.

“I can hold completely still, but do you want to end our play for today? Do you want to stop entirely? What would make you happy?”

With just a few words he cracked open that secret space inside her heart and filled her with hope and warmth. She’d never had a lover so considerate of her needs. If he could offer her that, then the least she could do was be fully honest.

“I wanted you to conquer me…” she muttered, heat creeping into her ears. It sounded ridiculous when she said it aloud. “I wanted to lose control and still be safe.”

“And now? Do you still want that?”

“Yes.”

“We can do this a different way. Gentler.”

Her brows knit.

“But you like rougher, don’t you?”

She’d not mistaken how he’d been filled with the greatest passion when she’d forced him to kiss and tease her into submission, when he’d been forced to fight her.

“I’m happiest when you’re enjoying yourself, Aurora.”

Aurora released a shaky breath.

“Then I think I’d like that. Gentler. This time. Maybe next time, we can play rougher.”

He hummed in his throat approvingly, kneeling before her, his hands on her thighs, holding her in her seated position. Aurora’s heart sank. She still wanted to please him as best she could. Had he decided to forgo his own pleasure just because she’d gotten frightened?

“But I still want to—”

“I know, but now you’re going to please me with the larger dildo inside you,” he purred. “After I reward you for telling me what you wanted.”

It didn’t take long before he had her dizzy with need, before he gave her another climax with his talented tongue. Her inner walls spasmed against the unyielding glass as his rough hands gripped her thighs. Another strangled cry escaped her lips. She was nearly at her limit for his special brand of torture.

Theron reached behind her, freeing her wrists from the hold of the belt and urged her to lie back, his hand stroking her belly as he removed the sixth rod. He poured the lubricant on his hand and stroked her inner walls with his calloused fingers. That done, he pressed a kiss to her belly and went to retrieve the seventh. Aurora swallowed. Goddess, it was enormous. How was she ever going to fit it inside her? How was she going to fithim?He generously poured the lubricant over it and returned to her.

But he must have seen her trepidation.

Theron kissed her, soft and slow. She shook with anticipation, waiting for him to begin. Instead, he deepened the kiss, distracting her with his clever tongue until she’d forgotten everything but his lips, the taste of him, the warmth of his breath on her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close as the world drifted away. Only then did he press the head of the rod against her entrance, pulling back whenever he met resistance, stimulating and teasing her until she was the one pushing against the thickness he held in his grip. Between needy kisses and whimpers borne of desperation, it felt like it took hours before it was finally seated inside her, driving her mad with the pressure.

“Are you ready to earn my forgiveness?” he asked.

She shivered.

Her only response was a strangled groan and an insensate nod. He helped her sit again, legs splayed, the glass pressing even harder inside her than before. She cried out and shook, her nails digging into his hips as he stood before her. Her breaths were uneven as she inhaled the musk of him.

“Then put your beautiful lips on my cock,” he said.

She was clumsy, her mind addled by the rod shifting inside her as she moved to run her tongue along his cock. Aurora grabbed it with one hand, her fingers not even meeting around the thick length as she angled it towards her mouth. As he promised, Theron held completely still, his breath leaving him in a hiss as she closed her mouth around the tip and sucked. But he was far too large to fit comfortably inside her mouth. Try as she might to take more of him, it was a losing proposition. She whimpered, forcing herself to give up. Instead, Aurora pressed kisses to his length, licking the sensitive underside of the head and pumping her fist along his silky shaft. But whenever she moved, shifted to get a better grip or place another kiss, the rod inside her moved, pressing on every over-sensitized spot inside her. She groaned against his cock, waiting for the jolts of pleasure to subside so she could concentrate on her task.

“Aurora,” he growled. She looked up to him, half in a daze. “That’s enough,” he ground out.

She’d not noticed his galloping breaths, his white knuckles, the look of control one moment from snapping. He stilled the tremor in his hand, but only just, as he reached to cup her cheek.

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