“Eryx—”
Crack!
“Wrong name, Heartspite.”
I panted, squirming from the sting and curling threads of desire whileremainingdraped over his lap.
“Theos, please.” My plea came out as a breathless rasp.
His palm soothed over the sting spreading across my flesh.
“Do you think you deserve to be a goddess?”
He leaned over and whispered, breath warming my skin. “Do you deserve to bemygoddess?”
Without waiting for an answer, his fingers hooked into the strip of fabric nestled between my cheeks. One forceful tug, and it snapped underthe pressure.
The tip of his forefinger traced along my spine, ghosted over the tight ring of my back hole, and eventually rested at the entrance to my cunt. He circled the opening with maddening slowness, leaving me torn between wiggling off his lap and spreading my legs wider for him.
A choked moan punched through me as that single digit invaded my depths, sliding in easily from the arousal his biting slaps to my ass had caused.
“Er—theos!” I gasped out, breathier than intended.
“Mm,you’relearning. There may be hope for you yet,” he purred with clear satisfaction before pushing asecond finger into my aching pussy. My thighs drifted apart, granting him more access to my body.
He worked his thick fingers inside me, scissoring them in ways that had me crying out in pleasure that Ihadn’tfelt in gods knew how long. It was the overture to the sounds of our heavy breaths and the slick rhythm of his fingers pumping into me.
My nails dug into the upholstery of the chair, trying to claw into anything to anchor myself. He was relentless in his ministrations, curling his fingers deep and applying pressure to a spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
All pretenses, all ulterior motives, and every sane thought fled my head.
“Please, theos! Please! Fuck, I c-can’t!” I was outright gasping for oxygen as my moans grew frantic in coordination with a coil of pleasure swelling inside me.
Eryx tsked, slowing his efforts until his two fingers were lodged as deep as they could be inside my cunt. My walls fluttered around him with desperation for more. More friction, more of him, more of anything that would bring me euphoric release.
“Not yet,Heartspite. If I let you come now,youwon’tlearn the lesson I am trying to teach. No, I thinkI’llenjoy this moment for what it is. Your body clenched around my fingers, needy and soaking me, and begging for more.”
A sob of frustration and stalled pleasures broke from me. My hips jerked beneath his grasp, but his armaround my waist kept me trapped in this vulnerable position.
“I could keep you like this for hours. Filled with my fingers and dripping all over them. After all,it’swhat you do to all the precious matches you make, isn’t it? You tease them with promises of long-lasting pleasures of the heart, only to be denied completion just when they need it most.”
I shook my head in protest. “No!It’snot that way. I let them experience what they need to find an even greater happiness, a more permanent state of fulfillment.”
His fingers twitched inside me, prompting a whine of need from me.
“Interesting perspective,” he murmured as he leaned over, his lips brushing against the base of my spine. In one long lick, he dragged his tongue down the crevice of my ass.
A full-body shudder ran through me, certain that I was gouging holes into his leg with my nails.
Trying to form a coherent sentence was a cognitive function that escaped me at the moment.It took no less than three stutters and just as many gasping breaths before I could get the words out.
“I yield to you, theos. I am yours. I am yourHeartspite.I’mbegging you.” I swallowed hard before adding, “Fill me with all your chaos.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She wantedto be filled with mychaos?So be it.I’dfuck it into her bonesuntilthe thread of her life held by Fates would tangle itself around mine.
It almost pained me to withdraw my fingers from inside the warmth of her cunt, but the promise of greater pleasures took precedence. Charlee whimpered at the immediate loss, those damn eyes looking at me like I had just banished every star in the night sky.
