Page 43 of The Myths of Ophelia
He groaned, bracing himself against the desk. His other hand tangled in my hair as I took more of him, rotating my hand to accommodate for his size, and he held tightly. Demandingly.
“By the fucking Angels, Alabath,” he muttered.
I nearly smiled around him, using my free hand to grip his backside. My nails dug into his skin, and he hissed. In pleasure, I knew. Always pleasure teasing the edge of pain.
He was hard as steel now, and I finally took him all the way into my mouth, until his length hit the back of my throat and my eyes watered. He released another of those delicious groans, hand tightening in my hair, restraint causing the veins in his forearms to stand out.
I didn’t want him restrained.
I wanted both of us wild and untamed. Free.
I moved faster along his length, sliding to the tip and sinking forward again and again, frantic and desperate. Tolek noticed the shift, gripping the back of my head tighter and meeting my pace.
“So fucking good,apeagna,” he groaned, thrusting to meet me. It wasn’t a punishing force, but it was luxuriating in the pleasure I was giving him. Granting me the power I so desperately needed after tonight. After these weeks stagnant in the outposts, indulging the queen’s requests.
“Angels, Alabath” he purred, praise and lust deepening his voice. “Look how good you are.”
I moved faster at the thought, taking him as deep as possible on each stroke. Heat pooled between my legs, and I squirmed for relief.
“Ophelia.” The guttural growl of my name on his lips spurred me on. With my free hand, I cupped his balls and squeezedgently. “Fuck,” he exhaled, the desk rattling as I drove him to ruin. “I’m close.”
My gaze flashed up, his turning near savage to make eye contact with me while my lips were spread around him. With that stare I told him to let go. Commanded him to give everything to me now because I could take it.
He knotted his fingers in my hair, thrusting until he came down my throat with a groan that rippled along my bones and satisfied the ravaging need igniting within me.
Tol pulled me to my feet, lips slamming to mine and one hand curling into my hair, the other dipping between my legs to tease the soaked lace. He kissed me until I could barely breathe, until my knees were the ones threatening to give out. All I knew was him. Every sense was swarmed by Tolek Vincienzo.
When he picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he whispered, “Your turn.” And I wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a promise.
He spun, setting me down on the desk. I reached to remove my heels, but Tolek gripped my wrist. “Leave those on.”
Chapter Fourteen
Cypherion
It smelled like…meat?
Like something smokey, maybe. My head spun as the scent pushed in, and I pried my eyes open.
I was on my side, facing a glass of water. Condensation dripped slowly to the nightstand, everything else blurring around it. Spirits, why was it so hot?
Kicking off the soft blanket draped over me, I pushed myself upright with a groan. The room wavered. That was what I got for two weeks of riding non-stop from Valyn. But it had taken Vale and me three to get to Lumin before we’d headed to capital, and that was without the extra journey to the outposts.
Nothing on Ambrisk could have made me stop.
Not with her?—
A harsh breath sliced through my chest.You go, and then come back for me.
I would. I fucking would.
Because she’d willingly returned to her captor after learning he held the answers to both repairing her sessions and finding Valyrie’s emblem. After that fateful night in the Valyn archives, she’d volunteered to stay with Titus.
And I’d tear the Fates from the skies to get her back.
But first…where was I?
Light peeked around tightly pulled curtains, but it was early, judging by the pale glow. A second small bed sat on the opposite side of the nightstand, but the sheets were nearly untouched, like someone had either made it hurriedly or not fully slept. The light blue walls and soft linens seemed oddly comfortable, soothing my panic a little more.
