Page 79 of Forbidden Empire
“Me, too,” I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, chasing that final surge until it swallowed me whole, my release pulsing deep inside her as I lost myself in the raw, consuming pleasure.
Her thighs locked around me, muscles trembling like a trap sprung tight, holding me captive in her impossible heat.
Release tore through me in violent, shuddering pulses, each one dragging a ragged, primal sound from deep in my chest.
For a moment, the world narrowed to white, blinding and absolute, before color bled back in, the flush of her skin, sweat shining along her collarbone, the wild tangle of her hair fanned across my pillow.
I couldn't move. It was the last thing I wanted.
Every nerve ending screamed with oversensitivity; still, I stayed buried inside her, feeling her pulse around me in aftershocks sharp enough to make my jaw clench.
Her lips found my throat, teeth grazing the thundering pulse there, the sting instantly soothed by the drag of her tongue. Pain and pleasure crashed together, sending another jolt of electricity down my spine.
"Fuck," I breathed into her hair.
But then I felt it, the impossible hardening, hunger surging again through my veins, wild and insistent even as release still cooled on our skin.
Her eyes went wide, pupils black and blown when she felt me swell hard inside her.
"Already?" she whispered, a wicked smile curving her lips.
She squeezed around me with a deliberate flex, drawing a hiss from between my teeth.
This time, everything changed.
I caught her mouth, swallowing her gasp as I drove into her with slow, ruthless precision.
Every thrust was measured, deliberate, finding the spot that made her back arch off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders.
The frantic desperation had faded, replaced by something deeper, hungrier, and rawer. Her gaze locked onto mine, and I couldn't look away.
I was held fast, not just by her body but by something else neither of us could name. Something inside me cracked open, terrifying in its intensity, as I watched pleasure transform her face and felt her surrender, not just her body, but something far more dangerous.
We were tangled together, bodies fused, and I remained buried inside her slow and deep, refusing to let go.
My lips found hers, desperate and hungry, savoring her heat and softness as I sank into the impossible liquid warmth of her.
She was wet and yielding, swallowing me whole, and I couldn't pull away even if I tried.
Time stopped. The world faded.
All that remained was this frantic need, the friction of skin on skin, and the quiet darkness that wrapped around us.
We took our pleasure again and again, neither of us willing to stop, not when we'd finally carved out this pocket of safety in the middle of chaos.
There were no promises here, no declarations. We both knew better. This was all we had, all we could have—a secret space stripped bare and honest in its hunger.
We chased that high until we were delirious, until the lines between our bodies blurred, until we were nothing but need and pleasure and exhaustion.
Hours later, she lay sprawled across my chest, her breathing soft against my skin.
“What now?” she whispered.
“Now we finish this,” I said. “Tomorrow, we cut Rhea’s airport feeder. You lead it—manifests, faces, burns. You bring it home.”
She lifted her head, eyes steady. “And that buys me what?”
“One marker retired,” I said. “Not your name. Not Olympus. Progress.”
