Page 71 of Guided by the Stars
“I’m begging,” I pant, ripping my lips from his. “I want more.”
He grins at my whimpering plea, rolling my nipples between his fingers, increasing the throbbing need that’s already threatening to explode into oblivion.
He looks down at me one last time. All indecision has vanished, replaced with the hungry need to break down this wall between us. His grip on me tightens as he keeps those blue eyes fixed on mine. His fingers move and his dick slidesagainst me. I tense, curling my toes in anticipation as he positions himself.
I swallow my gasp and my body stiffens, reacting on its own to the sting that shoots inside of me as he rams straight into me. It’s not painful, just different, nothing like the little silver bullet I’ve used.
“Nora?” His body stills, his eyes widening, searching mine for answers.
While others were losing their virginity, I was robbed of my family and distancing myself from everyone, choosing to be alone. Never once did I meet someone who awoke that spark, that desire to need them fully and completely. That is, until now. I want everything he can give me. “Don’t stop. I want this. I want this with you.”
He swallows hard, keeping his eyes on mine before nodding. “Promise you will tell me if it’s too much?” I reach up to kiss him, there is no promise easier to make.
Unlike before, he starts back up slow, pushing himself further inside and gently rocking. It’s not long before the sting turns into a tingle of pleasure, I wrap my legs harder around him, wanting more. My body is angling itself, wanting him to fill me completely, to stretch me, to own me.
The oblivion of pure lust radiates between us, and we’re clinging to each other as tightly as we can. His teeth mark my skin and my nails scratch down his back as we create new marks, just for the two of us.
“Shit! Love, you feel fucking amazing,” he grunts through his teeth, rubbing his nose along my neck before crashing our lips together. We swallow our moans as they erupt with each thrust. He’s no longer holding back. His body is seeking his own release as his fingers tighten around my hips, his dick slamming in and out. He’s hard, relentless, and bringing mybody over the edge as we frantically cling to one another, pushing ourselves deeper into each other.
“Fuck! Woman. Come, now!” he growls, his voice straining against my ear. Every nerve in my body sizzles from the fire he continues to ignite within me. I can’t breathe, unable to scream as pleasure hits tenfold, and the blaze erupts into a full-on firestorm. My body violently clenches around him. My explosion cracks through me as he groans, crashing himself once more into me.
His body jerks against me, hot cum filling me as he collapses onto me. He breathes heavily against me, keeping his weight shifted off of me and grunts deep into my ear, “Fuck, Nora, that was...fuck.”
Our panting eases, and before I know it, Alexius climbs out of bed, causing me to shoot up. “I’ll be right back,” he says, placing a small kiss against my lips. I pull the covers over me and watch as he disappears into the bathroom, wondering if he’ll bail out of regret. The nerves from earlier return. I wasn’t afraid of losing my virginity at all, I’m afraid he won’t be able to protect my heart.
I sigh, the tension relaxing a fraction as he reappears a few minutes later, handing me a washcloth before lowering himself back onto the bed. “How are you feeling, my love?” he asks, slipping under the covers and pulling me close, tangling our arms around each other. This is something I definitely could get used to.
Euphoric, satiated, blissful, happy, and a little scared. All these thoughts form as I make my list like Adriane taught me to, but my damn mouth blurts out, “Fine.”
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, and then place it on his chest, wanting to hear the beat of his heart instead of facing him. “Well, itstung, but that kind of went away quickly. I…well…what we just did meant something to me,” I start to explain to him, and he snuggles in, holding me tighter, his body surprisingly relaxing with my words.
“Nora, I can’t even describe to you what you mean to me. You’re perfect.”
I can’t help myself, I tilt my head, needing to look into his eyes and make sure my words reach his soul. “I told you to claim me and I couldn’t imagine it getting any better.” Although my cheeks burn from my confession, there is no denying that lying here in his arms is where I’m meant to be. He’s captured me, my heart is consumed by every inch of him, and my mind is painfully aware of the powers against us, waiting to destroy me. “Where do we go from here?”
“No idea, my love.” He looks down at me, completely free of all the restraint he’s ever held. “We started something that I don’t want to walk away from. We’ll figure it out,” he says, trying to reassure me. He’s opened my eyes though. Fate is a tricky bastard, lined with all the gods against us, but I’ll hold on to hope, choosing to think we can find a way through this mess.
“I could never walk away from you. Not unless it’s the only way.” He shifts, swallowing deeply. “I think I lied before. I thought I was drowning, but that’s not it at all. You’re pulling me out, Nora.” His words are soft, bringing me peace, and we stay quiet, exhaustion taking over as he rubs his thumb up and down my back. “My love, you’ve been mine. You’re my warmth, pulling me out of the darkness. I’ll find a way for us,” he promises barely above a whisper before placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
Adriane
When Souls Break
I am being escorted out, and keeping my head held high so I don’t give away my fear. The water started bubbling harder all around me. The need to fight and tear away, to claw myself out of these demented creature’s arms is strong, but I know if I do, it won’t only be me paying the price. So I allow the anger to boil inside me and the water in the room spews. A woman with purple eyes looks at me as she exits a hidden door at the back of the room.
Hades opens a portal and the shadows slither around, cold radiating from them. It’s a black hole and he shoves me through it. We come out in front of the underground entrance to Tartarus and a suffocating heat hits my face. I want to cry out, but I don’t. I know this is what this sick-fuck Hades wants. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I see my old friend Aegaeon but again, I know he can’t stop this and neither can I. He might not even be a friend, but since he called me little protector I had felt a kinship with him.
The gates open and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, goosebumps all over my flesh. My stomach is rolling with the stench. He has his minions march me over to a huge alcove and stands there with a smug smile on his face as they chain me to a wall. I want to scream. I know Kai or Jax couldn’t hear me, but that is what Hades wants. He wants to see me break. I take a deep breath, the screaming in this place is overwhelming. The souls here glow a burgundy-red. Though what I see is what nightmares are made of. Someone is being flayed alive, except they weren’t alive anymore. They still felt pain though. I could hear it in their screams and see it in their eyes, that look of being beyond pain, when their eyes cloud over and they sink into that abyss. Looking over to my other side isn’t any better, there is a woman being burned at the stake. I can smell her skin. I’m assaulted with the smell of pork frying, it makes me gag. Her skin chars away and my eyes water from the smoke and the smell.
“This is what happens when I don’t get what I want, defying the gods is not recommended, my pet.” Hades walks over to me and touches my face with his long-fingered icy hand. I turned my face away but there wasn’t much I could do, being chained to a wall with my arms spread apart above my head. “Give in, my sweet Delfini,” he purrs in my ear.
“No,” I hiss back, because I’d never give in so quickly. But as I witness the surrounding horrors, I realize I’m already on the verge of breaking. I hear a scream that draws my attention away from Hades. A man is having his liver eaten by two vultures. The screams in this place, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop hearing them. The sights here bring memories of my own past to the surface of my mind. The whippings and all of the blood. I didn’t even know souls could bleed. I don’t think I could have imagined this in my own nightmares.
Hades creates a whip from a branch with thorns protruding from the sides. I bite the inside of my cheek because I know I’m in for pain. I know I’ll do what I can to hold my screams back, but I’m not immortal. I have been beaten before and dealt with the pain, but never caused by a god and never from whips made by gods. He strikes the whip out and I flinch. I can still hear the screaming. I have been watching these horrors for what seems like hours. Finally, I am released from the chains, but I know it’s not over, not even close. The whip is still in Hades’ hand and I want to make a run for it, but where can you run when you’re in the Underworld and he is the god that controls it? I was a fool to think I could have escaped.
“Let’s see if this will change your mind. The second you say you will give me what I want, the sooner this ends,” Hades says. I steel myself, but he has his shadows on me, flinging me around with my hands above my head. I’m facing the wall now and I know I am in for a world of pain.
