Page 80 of Love to Defy You
And with that, I shove myself inside her pussy from behind, and a low groan rumbles deep in my chest. Willow lets out a restricted cry against the belt wrapped around her throat.
Once I bottom out, I pull Willow upright by the neck until her back presses against my chest. “Anyone could look up at this window and see me fucking you. I bet they’d think you’re a depraved whore I paid to fulfill my sick, twisted fantasies.”
Slowly, torturously, I pull out before slamming back into her, and Willow lurches forward against the window. What I wouldn’t give to be standing outside, staring up at her perfect tits shoved against the glass.
She trembles with need as I start to fuck her from behind with rough thrusts, spearing into her over and over until I feel her on the brink of exploding. Only then do I pull out all the way and drop the belt from my hand.
She drags her hands down the glass, leaving smeared fingerprints behind. “Why did you stop?”
I spin her around to face me. “Because I want to watch you come all over my cock.”
Willow gasps as I lift her ass onto the windowsill and wrap her legs around my waist. I hold onto her thighs as I sink into her sweet cunt, which stretches snugly around me, like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place with a satisfying fit. She clings to me, digging her nails into my shoulder as I begin to move, but this time, I go at a slower pace to relish the feeling of her wrapped around my dick.
Fuck the Order of Apollo. If I died balls-deep in Willow Baker right now, I’d die content and happy. I’m in no rush to finish. Let me savor every soft moan and subtle clench of her inner walls as I pour my obsessive devotion into her.
I gaze into her deep brown eyes beneath hooded lids and dark lashes. Her mouth falls open as I ravish her, probing and exploring. When she’s like this, naked and splayed for me, she’s so beautiful it hurts. To gaze upon her is to gaze upon the sun.
And this woman beneath me is going to become my wife.
“Fuck,malishka.“ I press my forehead against hers and close my eyes. “I love you so much.”
She moans. “I love you too, Alek.”
Hearing her words, I cover her mouth with mine in a deep, possessive kiss, and when she climaxes, I swallow her cries of pleasure. She clings to me as she writhes and moves her lips against mine, and I follow her over the edge, bursting while buried inside her wet heat. Willow pulses around me as we grow still, but our mouths remain locked in an endless, sensual dance, one I don’t ever want to end.
But the Order of Apollo looms over us, an omnipresent shadow that’s always behind me. I pull away from her face to look down at our joining, and as I slowly withdraw from her, I relish the sight of my cum leaking out.
I press my forehead against hers. “I have to go.” When I grab her hand, I run my thumb over her engagement ring.
She sighs. “Be careful. I’ll see you on Sunday when you get back.”
“Yes. I need to fuck you again before you leave for a week.”
With a soft laugh, she whispers, “I’ll be waiting.”
Reluctantly, I step away from her and head into the closet to grab my weekend bag and throw some clothes and toiletries inside. I don’t know what to prepare for, so I pack both a suit and casual clothing so I’m ready for anything.
Willow walks me to the door in a silk robe that clings to every curve of her figure, and all I want to do is rip it off and fuck her all over again. Instead, I pull her against my chest and hold her warm body against mine.
“It’s only two nights.” Willow wraps her arms around my waist.
“And then another week away from you,” I add. “We haven’t been apart for that long in a while.”
“Don’t remind me.”
With one hand, I pull her waist against mine while the other grabs her neck, and I capture her lips with fierce passion.
When we break apart, we’re both left breathless and dizzy.
“Good night, good night,” I murmur. “Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
When she smiles—hair disheveled, lips swollen, and nipples pebbled against her robe—my breath hitches. I snap a mental picture of her to carry with me, something to hold when things get dark.
And I have no doubt I’m about to walk into the darkest, blackest pits of hell.
The invitation told me to meet them at the usual spot in the Weltner courtyard, so I head to campus on foot with my weekend bag slung over my shoulder. Springtime in Zurich is similar to Andarusia, so the cool breeze on my face is comforting and familiar. Sakura trees are in bloom all over the city, along with flowers of every color that line the sidewalks and the front stoops of apartment buildings.
But I can’t let this idyllic façade distract me from what lies ahead: the Trial of Hubris. I don’t know what this ritual will entail or why it requires an entire weekend away, but I imagine they’ll try to humiliate us in one manner or another to break down our pride.
