Searching for His warmth in the burn on her skin.
There was only a glowing in the darkness.
Only the quiet roar of the sea as it lapped at the beach.
And the pulse of something primal, deep inside her.
Backing away, her prayers forgotten, Kore fled. Back into the welcoming dark of the cave. Where she’d been defiled and remade. Sullied by a demon with a claim to her body.
“I refuse.” It was a denial. A plea. To whom, she couldn’t begin to say.
It didn’t matter.
She was being tested.
And she was failing.
Miserably.
Wholly.
Breath hitching as a shudder rippled through her muscles, Kore took a breath. Nipples growing taut where they chafed at her tattered robes. Her clit pulsed, full and heavy.
Neglected, where it screamed with a heartbeat of its own. Demanding she submit.
Hands pressed between her thighs, she slid down the cave wall with a trembling whine. Back scraped raw where she’d been burned by a god’s wrath, she tried to stem the tide of arousal howling through her nerves. Singing in time with the thrashing of a broken heart.
It hadn’t been enough to simply take her body. To corrupt her so fully that her hands strayed, even as she whispered, “This isn’t me.” And her fingers sank through the slippery mess oozing from her battered pussy as her claims of denial were chased off by a trembling, guttural moan.
She remembered.
The way he’d strummed her aching pearl as he’d plumbed her throat, then abandoned her to the dark without a backward glance.
She could recall the exact timber of his booming laugh as he’d slithered from the cave, leaving a trail of scales and slime that mocked her pain. The ache of denial.
And she knew everything else… had memorized his taste, his smell, the sounds he made as he came so violently that she knew what it was to drown in a god’s lust.
A wave of dizziness struck her as her fingers worked. An animal without thought. A female in heat trying to relieve the bubble of pressure building between the cradle of her hips. Fire washed through her pelvis, leaving her skin too tight. The nerves too sensitive and screaming with the want of a beast.
He’d come back.
No matter the pain or the price, she knew he’d come again.
This was no mindless leviathan who rutted at every vulnerable female slit to drown in the Aegean Sea.
He’d come because he had a plan. Designs upon her body that didn’t stop at working the seam between her legs for his own morbid pleasure.
He wouldn’t stop until he had every last piece of her. Not until he’d stolen her away from her Lord, bit by bit, until she was little more than this awful, throbbing need.
The glow under her skin was proof enough of that.
This map of betrayal he’d injected into her blood.
Climax washed through her as her hands squelched through the mess. Slipping off her clit as her digits became a desperate blur.
Too much.
Not enough.
