His hands moved at an impatient speed shoving the sides of her dress up. The slits met her upper thighs, making the task easy.
To his surprise, Marina ran her hand down his torso, her fingertips grazing every etch of muscle down to his waistband. His abdomen quivered, and he swallowed the groan climbing up his throat.
She fumbled to undo the buttons on his trousers. He broke away from her lips and cupped her breast with his hand, lightly massaging her nipple between his teeth. The urgency to remove his clothes stalled as she clung to his waistband.
Small, breathy noises hummed in her throat.
Acacius grinned against her skin and took over the task, freeing himself from his pants. “Are you ready, Rina?”
She squeezed his waist with her legs. “Put it inside of me already.”
He plunged his hips, entering her entirely.
Marina gasped.
He swallowed it with a kiss, catching her bottom lip in between his teeth. The base of his spine tingled. His eyes fluttered closed as he gave her body a chance to adjust.
More,his Chaos whispered.Split her apart until there is nothing left.
He wanted to shatter her, like a toy, into hundreds of pieces. Break her until what she hid inside poured out for him alone.
The muscles in his arms surged, his body straining to set the speed slow. He pulled his length out, only to reenter halfway. This time, he wouldn’t give in so easily.
She held a firm grip on his shoulders, using it to anchor herself up, pushing him deeper.
He removed himself and released her lip. “You won’t get what you really want until you end this trick.” He traced his tongue up her neck and bit down on her earlobe. “Lift your Night, Rina.”
She raised her hips, chasing what he wouldn’t give. “And if I don’t?” He could hear the frustration in her voice.
Ecstasy washed through his body. An insatiable hunger, like the ache of Chaos, desperate to be relieved.
He drove deeply this time, granting her what she desired.
An apparition of his divine power floated above. Moths flurried out of its cloud and swarmed around them, their wings tickling Acacius’s arms and cheeks.
She moaned out. The sound trembled through him. He curled his hands into fists, and pieces of her hair tangled in his fingers.
More.
Tendrils of his power slithered around her wrists and bound them over her head.
He pulled out to the tip, just to taunt her. “Do as I say, and I will give you what you need.”
She arched and writhed, pressing her breasts against his chest to taunt him back.
Tremors of pleasure surged through Acacius’s middle and straight into his groin.
He set his jaw, warring with the urge to spin her around and plunge into her like a starved fiend.
“No,” she said, breathless, her resolve weakening.
He withdrew himself, slowly building her agony. “Stubborn goddess.”
“Among many other charming attributes.” She loosened her thighs around his waist enough to slip her arm in between them and take him in her hand.
“Fucking hell,Rina.” The friction trembled in his synapses, and his body stiffened, clinging to his self-control to avoid racing after the pleasure.
He wouldn’t break first.
