Flashes of lightning flicker in my peripheral view as the leak follows us. I look up as droplets of water fall on my lashes and see a thundercloud roiling around above us.
Voren reaches between us and rubs my clit. I forget about everything else as I come harder than I ever have before.
The world whites out. Not metaphorically, but literally. My vision fractures into shards of brilliant, blinding light as the orgasm tears through me with a violence that feels almost vindictive. Every nerve ending in my body ignites simultaneously, and for a moment, I’m not sure if I’m coming or dying or ascending to some fucked-up version of enlightenment.
Above me, the thundercloud explodes. Rain doesn’t fall, it detonates, drenching us both in a torrent that’s shockingly warm. Voren’s rhythm falters for the first time, his breath catching as my pussy clenches around him with a force that borders on unnatural.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I feel his cock twitching inside me. He is close, but I’m not done with him yet. I don’t want him to be done with me. I need more. I need everything.
“Voren, don’t you dare fucking come,” I scream, arching my back off the table.
He lets out a vicious snarl and drops my leg, looking over me as he slams his hands on either side of my head. He pulls out, slamming back into me with a savage force that I’m surprised hasn’t torn me in two. The table rocksunderneath us, moving over the stone floor as he fucks me into oblivion. I’m so wet, the slurping noise is almost embarrassing. If I gave a single fuck. Which I don’t.
It seems to be pleasing him on levels I’ve yet to see in a male. I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips, encouraging him to drive deeper, harder. His shirt is hanging loose around him as I claw at his back.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Your stamina… fuck.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Don’t ever stop.”
His hand snaps to my jaw, cupping my face as his gaze bores into mine. “Never,” he growls. “Not after this.”
“Fuck!” I roar as another orgasm smashes its way through my weakening body. “Voren!”
His name tears from my throat as the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs, and for a terrifying second, I think I might actually pass out. The buzzing energy that’s been driving me insane since I woke up finally starts to ebb, draining out of me with each spasm of my cunt around his cock.
Voren’s control snaps. I feel it in the way his fingers tighten on my jaw, the way his rhythm becomes desperate. His eyes are pure ice, glowing with a godly light that should terrify me, but instead sends another jolt of pleasure straight through my core.
“Nyssa,” he growls, my name and slams into me so hard, the table breaks underneath us.
We crash through the ancient wood, my back hitting the stone floor with a thud that knocks the air from my lungs. Voren doesn’t stop. He follows me down, his weight pinning me as he drives into me one final, brutal time.
The moment he comes, his entire body goes rigid, a guttural sound tearing from his throat that’s more animal than god. The cold of his release floods into me. It’s likebeing doused in ice water from the inside out, and it finally extinguishes the manic energy that’s been driving me insane.
We lie there in the wreckage of the table, panting. I stare up at the dissipating thundercloud above us. The rain slows to a drizzle, then stops altogether. My body feels like it’s been wrung out and hung up to dry. Everything aches in the best possible way.
“You broke your table,” I manage to wheeze out.
Voren lifts his head from where it’s buried in my neck, his pale eyes meeting mine. There’s a flicker of amusement, satisfaction, maybe a hint of concern. “Worth it.”
I snort, which turns into a groan as I try to move. Every muscle protests. “I think you broke me, too.”
“You’re welcome.” He pulls out slowly, and I hiss at the sensitivity.
“Your cock is fucking ginormous.”
“Why, thank you,” he says with a big beam.
“Same size as Dreven’s,” I add with a slow smile.
His eyes narrow, but he makes no comment.
I wince at the splinters digging into my skin. My leggings are in tatters, my hoodie is soaked through, and I’m lying in the ruins of what was probably a very expensive antique table. The responsible, Order-trained part of me wants to be mortified. The part of me that’s still riding the aftershocks of multiple orgasms can’t seem to care.
“I should go,” I say, though I make no move to actually leave. My legs feel like jelly, and I’m not entirely sure they’ll support my weight.
Voren rolls off me, sprawling on the stone floor like he’s sunbathing on a beach rather than lying in a puddle of rainwater and broken furniture. “You could. Or you could stayand let me feed you something that isn’t stale tea and regret.”
“I don’t eat with gods who tamper with my soul.”
