“Syera.” Carmine pulled my hands from around his neck, but I quickened my grinding movements, sensing that he was about to draw this to a close.
He inhaled sharply, and his gray eyes locked on me, finally glazing over to reflect mine.
Carmine settled a hand under my ass and pressed his cock to my core.
“If you want it. Then take it,” he said.
He shoved my hands against the wall, locking them there, and then pressed his forehead to the wall next to my head. Carmine remained frozen in place, unspeaking and unmoving as I whimpered and moaned and sought my end.
I’d been deprived for three years and tortured by lust too.
This was never going to take long.
I screamed in agony at the intensity and force of the pleasure. And then my release was all pleasure.So muchpleasure that I screamed infearof being consumed. So much that I could only give up and be swept away.
Destroyed.
Left utterly weak and defenseless, especially after the expenditure of power used in the arena.
When Carmine stepped back, I slid down the wall and crumpled in a heap.
I listed to the side, and the floor rushed to meet me.
And as black smoke crept across my vision, I watched the blurry form of Carmine stride away down the hall.
11
Sulfur dissipated behind me as my portal closed.
I stood in the chamber without seeing the bed or chair or wardrobe of dresses that reminded me of my obligations to attend whatever festivities would soon begin. I wanted to vomit at the thought of sitting through hours of that.
What I really wanted was another shower, though I’d just washed in the river on the way back from my grandfather and Adeuto. But if I did shower, then I would really just stand in the water and stare at the clusters of rubies encased in the marble. As I had for the hour before portaling to my son.
No amount of water could wash away the revulsion I felt toward myself.
The lust had never been that strong. There had always been some level of awareness through it, even in Carmine’s presence.
Butthat.
Yesterday, barely a speck ofmehad existed in that state, and I’d done something that I’d sworn to never do again—I’d sought pleasure from Carmine.
The Carmine I had so firmly told would never experience the pleasures of my body again.
AndIdid that. Unfortunately, my unconsciousness hadn’t eliminated those details.I’dmoved against his cock, and I could distinctly recollect that he hadn’t moved at all in response.I’ddespaired about the fabric between us as I chased my climax, and he’d pressed his forehead to the wall instead of kissing my mouth or tearing off my clothes.
I’dkissed his neck.
I’d clung to him.
I had done all those things that I had sworn to never do.
My shoulders shook from the shame filling me. One week had undone three years, and I couldn’t even be furious with him for what happened. I could be furious at our mating, but really? The trust I held for myself had taken a hit.
I was a mess.
And I felt uncertain when I’d thought that wasn’t possible any longer.
Whyhad that happened all of a sudden? Without knowing why, then how could I be sure lust wouldn’t hijack me again and again?
