She released his lip and slithered her hand under the layers of his robe. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“I want to devour you, Rina.” His voice was rough around her name.
She unfastened his pants and took him in her hand, stroking him in a tight grip that created a tense pleasure. “You despise me, yes?”
A shiver wracked his solid frame. “More than anyone.”
Marina released him and slipped in closer, dragging her lips underneath his chin. “Then fuck me like it.”
“I’ll take that as permission then.” He spun them around and pinned her against the stone, every ounce of his self-control snapping like a limb to his Ruin. She wanted a distraction from her heartache. A request he understood, and one he would gladly oblige in.
She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest as he shoved the sides of her dress up to her hips. He ground his jaw, envisioning the way he would have her—up against this wall until she was calling out his name, begging for more of him.
He obeyed her command and lifted one of her legs around his waist, driving into her in one hard thrust.
Marina gasped lightly. The muscles of his abdomen shuddered as her walls squeezed against him.
Fucking hell.
Acacius nuzzled his forehead into the dip of her neck and shoulder. Pieces of his hair stuck to her damp skin.
He pulled out, exposing his tip.
A sound rattled in her throat. Pinpricks of black ink swelled in the air around them. He could feel her power caressing his own, thrumming hot in his veins.
She clung to his neck, her leg curled tighter around his waist, jerking her hips up to meet him.
He grinned, setting his thrusts in an intoxicating tempo. He slowed his movement, reaching as far as he could inside of her, just to pull out for an excruciating pause.
The jagged edges of the cavern wall dug into his palms as he supported himself around her.
He peeked up at her through his lashes, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, resisting. He couldn’t have that. Not when her pride was on the line.
Acacius pulled out and spun them to the stone arch. He pushed her down with a firm grip to her nape, bending her over.
She held herself up on the arch as Acacius shoved back inside of her. “You’re going to remember this tomorrow, wishing you were still full of me.”
A breathy moan broke free from her lips.
She tilted her hips, giving him better access to plunge inside, and he grinned wickedly. The goddess enjoyed a filthy mouth, it seemed. A response that only stirred his carnal desires.
Acacius dug his fingers into the base of her neck and pounded into her, chasing the gathering tension behind his navel. Deeper, harder, faster, he reveled in the friction and the heat flushing his insides.
Dark, indigo mist floated from him and stuck to her, sinking beneath her skin like a parasite. He could no longer resist her gravitational pull—could no longer resist the urge to allow his power to mingle with hers. He wanted to mix himself so deep in her veins, she would feel the presence of him long after their encounter.
Their divine power connected, and an electric current flooded Acacius’s system. It crackled through him like one of Viviana’s sparks.
Marina quivered, gripping tightly around him.
Acacius shuddered, thrusting as deeply as her body would allow him to.
Tremors wracked through her, and her long fingers curled into fists against the stone. Her walls pulsed around him as a smattering of moans spilled out of her, reverberating along the cavern.
“Sing for me, Rina.” It took every ounce of his self-control to keep a slow rhythm, twisting and grinding his hips to play with her most vulnerable spots and draw out her euphoria.
“Fuck you,” she said in breathless waves, still writhing against him.
Acacius laughed. “What do you think I am doing?”
