All I could do was look up at him, lost in those startling eyes that now glowed like liquid silver. Each of them caught the low light in a way that made them seem almost unreal, like twin reflections of the moon itself.
“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, softer this time, stripped of everything but want.
“Please don’t make me beg.”
At that, something in him shifted. His eyes closed briefly, as though he were steadying himself. He then leaned down, resting his forehead gently against mine. The contact was grounding, intimate in a way that made my breath catch.
“You don’t need to beg me, Eliza,”he whispered, his voice quieter now, but no less certain.
“For I was yours the moment you stepped inside my club.”His breath brushed against my lips as he spoke again, the words settling between us like something inevitable.
“And now…”
The pause was deliberate before he growled demonically,
“You will be mine!”At this, he thrust up inside me, and I cried out as pleasure and pain merged as one. A scream he swallowed down and devoured in a kiss. I had never felt someone of his size before, and it was as if he knew it, not out of arrogance, but something far more instinctive. Which was why he remained still, allowing me time to adjust. He then pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead against mine once more before asking softly,
“Are you alright?”
I nodded, my breath still uneven.
“Just go slow,”I whispered, the words leaving me softer than I intended, almost fragile.
“Of course, my Siren,”he purred in return, his voice gentle, reassuring, and yet still carrying that same underlying weight it always seemed to hold.
I also knew that name should have unsettled me. It should have sparked questions. Should have made me pause long enough to wonder if this, whatever this was between us, had anything to do with what he believed I might be. Even without proof, even without certainty.
It should have made me hesitate and should have forced me to take a step back. To really think about whether this moment was truly mine, or something shaped by his expectations.
But I didn’t.
Because I couldn’t.
As whatever warning that thought might have carried, it was quickly drowned out by something far stronger. Something that had already taken hold long before now. One that refused to loosen its grip, no matter how much sense might have demanded it. And in that moment, wrapped around him, held by him, it felt as though no power in existence could have made me stop, even if I had wanted to.
After a few moments, he started to move, slowly at first. The pleasure building far quicker than it ever had before. In fact, tonight was full of firsts. The main one being that, admittedly, I had never orgasmed during intercourse before. Something I didn’t even think possible until now. Until those slow thrusts started to feel the walls of my channel clenching around him. Until I started to beg him to fuck me faster.
“Please… faster...” He gave me a sweet kiss in return, a knowing grin appearing before he replied,
“Yes, my goddess…my fucking perfection.”And with that, he held on tighter to my hips and really started to pound into me. The speed of his thrusts quite literally stole my breath, as my mouth opened, but nothing came out until seconds after,the most intense, insane pleasure exploded out of me. Pleasure, he continued to draw out of me, as his unrelenting movements meant his cock still hammered into me, orgasm or not. He didn’t slow down, and I was left with no other option but to cling on. Shattering around him for what I knew wouldn’t be the last time.
As for the living God above me, it was like he wanted to play out as many different scenarios as he could. As if he had been thinking about all the ways he wanted to fuck me since the day we met. All the ways he could take over my body, and in a way, I never even dreamed were possible.
He flipped me onto my back, after pulling out of me for only a second before thrusting right back in. His hand fisting in my hair, pulling my neck taut, so that he could bury his face there. His lips taunting me, as they kissed and bit their way up my flesh, growling just below my ear. After that, they then licked their way down to where my neck met my shoulder.
His body curled around me, doing so easily with the size difference. His arms locked me to his frame as he pounded into me, his hips driving forward at an incredible speed. Then he straightened us both, putting me in a position I’d never had sex in before. Especially when he picked up my body, holding it like it was a vessel for his pleasure and mine.
He then lifted me on and off his cock at the same time, he thrust up with his hips. I was left marveling at the strength of him and not just in the way his body moved. But in the quiet, unwavering control that seemed to define every touch, every shift of his weight. As though nothing about him was ever uncertain. The thought barely had time to settle before a sharp breath tore from me, my head tipping back as his teeth scraped against my skin. The sensation sending a jolt straight through me, made all the more intense by the warmth that followed as he soothed it. His tongue tracing over the faint sting as though savoring it.
“Fuck… you taste so good,”he growled against my neck, his voice dropping lower, rougher. The control I had felt moments before now threaded with something far more primal.
“Fucking heaven… God’s gift to me.”
The words sent heat spiraling through me, but it was the shift in him that held me there. The way his voice deepened further, darkening with something possessive, something ancient and unyielding as it wrapped itself around every syllable.
“A light for my dark soul,” he whispered, the words brushing against my skin like a vow rather than a statement. The softness before that edge returned, sharper now, more certain.
“Mine to claim… mine to own… mine to possess.”
