Shock still filled Cyane. She couldn’t grasp what exactly was happening between them. Part of her mind still lingered with sleep and the tipsiness that refused to leave her since the nectar she drank so long ago… At least it seemed long ago.
He rammed his length against her again and again, his grunts filling her ears. “What is this?” he growled at first. “What hell is this?” He moved over her, lifting himself up to look at where he rubbed, glanced at her face, and then pushed back down over her as if he needed to feel her completely against him.
She smiled at the naive chaos behind his actions.
His shaft shifted angle just a little, and suddenly, he was moving vigorously over her clit. Her breath hitched, and she pressed her thighs together to hold him near her. Wetness gushed from her—from him—she had no idea, but despite the shock, the longer their rocking continued, the more the sensation within her grew.
He was a virgin, even if he wouldn’t admit it. And she was about to be his first. Any nervousness she felt before about being inadequate was gone.
The smell of sex filled her nose. Her nostrils flared.
She hooked her legs over his thighs, digging her heels into the muscled backs of them, and shunted upward as he thrust down. He was so hard, and his muscles moved like boulders.
Their pelvis’s slammed together, and she flung her head back.
“Yes!” She cried.
A grunt. “Yes, what?”
“Don’t stop!” A harried gasp.
Cerberus pushed back up onto his elbows and grabbed handfuls of her hair. His eyes were a fever pitch of violent, unrestrained red.
Cyane lost her breath. They were so beautiful, so uncanny. Sweat dripped from his face to land on her brow and on her cheeks. She licked it, salty and delectable. Their noses bumped, his tongue swept out to lash her skin like an animal. Her mouth parted, hoping it would find its way into her.
He battered her clit, and her sleepiness fled. She was fully awake now.
She couldn’t fill her lungs, couldn’t find her breath.
Honor filled her almost as much as lust.
Cerberus still hadn’t breached her, and she was dying for him too. She reached around him and dug her nails into his back. His hips bucked into her. A guttural noise filled her ears.
Shaking, she begged.Please, please. She pulled her legs further up his hips, her bliss so close.So close!
His teeth scraped across her face, his tongue everywhere. Cyane gripped him with her thighs as much as she could. Everything was wet between them now. Wet and hard, and her legs kept slipping across his skin. It was infuriating and delicious.
He moved up slightly, and she shifted with him. He rammed back down, and whether on purpose or by accident, his tip found her entrance.
Cerberus slammed home with his next rut.
A scream tore from her throat. Cyane’s eyes wrenched shut.
He stilled above her.
Cyane clenched around him, her body tense, pulsing, fighting him off—fighting him out—but he didn’t move. His cock filled her, stretched her, bringing both pain and bliss.
Her sex constricted, again and again, her climax growing hard and violent. It wanted to erupt from her, like a screaming fiend. Her nails clawed his back, her hips shook from side-to-side, and her hold on him tightened as each gripping wave shot through her.
He remained still. She didn’t have the ability to open her eyes and find out why.
She didn’t know how long she fought beneath him, trying to simultaneously push him aside and keep him planted firmly within her. She rolled and shattered and shook, fighting for breath as much as her freedom, unable to understand...
What was happening to her?
A godly being was fully seated deep inside her. Even with her very limited experience, Cyane knew this wasn’t what sex should feel like.
“I can’t!” she heard herself screech again and again, and yet he didn’t move, and she didn’t let him go.
