“I need you.”
She turned her face at the hunger in his voice, gasping when he hoisted her from the ground.“Master!”
She called out instinctively, though she knew she was safe.Kronos had her, one of his arms wrapping under her thigh, while the other snaked around her middle.She might not have known much about the guy, but she did know he was spectacularly strong.If she was in his arms, then she wasn’t going anywhere.
Perhaps that should have been perturbing.That hazy voice at the back of her head warned that it was wrong to feel secure in the arms of her captor, but its tone was easy to dismiss in the frenzy of physicality.Lifted from her feet, she was aware of his hands on her, and of his cock, which had been shoved against her back while she’d flown through the stars, sliding down between her cheeks.
“Yes.”She offered her assent proactively, knowing already where his hard shaft was headed, and, pressing her palms against the glowing wall, she pushed her ass back to receive him.
Whatever he had in mind, she longed for it.
She longed for him.
Kronos didn’t wait for a further invitation, the hand at her hip tilting her body into an even more exaggerated arch.She cried out when he speared her, knowing already how big he was, yet still unprepared for the depth of his possession at the new, deeper angle.
“Oh, God.”Her eyes fluttered closed as he took control of the pace.
Feet dangling in the air, she was powerless and so full of him.She couldn’t have stopped him if she’d wanted to, but God, no part of her desired that outcome.When he pushed back inside her, she knew satisfaction in a way she would never have thought possible.
“You’re incredible.”His snarled praise floated over her, her eyes widening when his hips picked up the tempo.
“Fuck!”
She knew he didn’t approve of the language, but what the hell else was she supposed to say to passion like that?She could hardly even think, let alone construct sentences to reflect what she was feeling.
Lost to his rhythm, she was only half aware of his hands leaving her body.She was rueful at first, missing his touch, and only loosely conscious that she must have been floating in the air without his support.Those thoughts were obliterated, though, when one of his palms smacked hard against her ass cheek, and the other hand lodged abruptly in her hair.
Fuck!She only thought the word that time, her eyes tearing at her stinging flesh.
“What did I tell you?”With a fistful of her tresses, he yanked her head backward.
“I’m s-sorry, Master!”she stammered, panting as his cock plowed into her over and over again.
He shifted their bodies in an instant, pushing her flat against the warm glow and pressing her into it while his body elevated them toward the stars.
Her head, which had been forced to one side, rested against the glowing wall, her gaze blinking at the look of her outstretched hand and barely recognizing what she saw.Whatever was left of her logical mind knew those fingers belonged to her.She could prove the point by wiggling them.Yet pinioned by the ferocity of his fucking, Kris once again felt as though she was having an out-of-body experience.
She was there, an active part of the carnality, calling out and never wanting him to stop, while she was simultaneously on the other side of the room, watching the giant consume her as if she were a mere appetizer.
“Master.”
She thought she’d cried out, but in the haze of sensual overload, maybe she had only imagined the noise.It was all too much, his strength combining with the intensity of her feelings, and he felt so good.
Too fucking good.
Caught in the absurdity of that paradox, that she had been reduced to a vessel for their coalesced pleasure, a thing he could fuck at will without even provoking protest, she moaned.How on Earth could she dissent?Whatever she’d thought sex with Shaun might have been, it could never have been like the explosive sensations pinwheeling in her body with Kronos.
“I have you.”He pushed her harder against the wall, burying half of her face into its ethereal glow as his hot lips skimmed over the back of her neck.The kisses at her nape burned a line of fire over her skin, their feathery caress quite in contrast to the relentlessness of his driving hips.“I’m not letting you go.”
She believed it, too, but rather than the foreboding prophecy those words might once have alluded to, in the heat of their desire, there was only a powerful yearning for more.
More somatic sensuality.
More punishing pleasure.
More of whatever Kronos decided.
The pursuit of her liberty, which had once seemed so pressing, was lost, like a leaf on the autumn breeze.
