“Shh. Let me look at you.” I cock my head to the side and trace a finger down a purple vein on his jutting erection. “On second thought, I want you in my mouth.”
“You don’t have to—” he rasps.
Gripping his cock at the base, I wrap my mouth around him.Gods, the head is so soft.I drag my lips back and forth across the tip, and hislegs jerk at my sides. I frown at the interruption and continue with my exploration.
I take him deep into my mouth, and his back arches off the mat. I instinctively rise and fall over him, letting my lips and tongue do what feels good to me. A mix of praise and profanity tumbles from his mouth. It must feel good for him too.
Then I become fixated with that silky head again. I suckle it and pop my lips over it like a sweet lollipop, then swirl my tongue on it. With a low growl, Ethan catapults upright and hauls me onto him, straddling my legs over his lap.
“Enough.” He crushes his mouth against mine.
I hear the sound of my thong ripping off, but I’m too busy kissing him back to lament the loss. Then, gripping me by the hips, he lifts me up and brings me down on his hard length, pivoting his hips to bury himself inside me. I take him with ease, soft and wet from my orgasms and my playtime with his cock.
“Fuck me.” He groans long and deep.
“I already am.” I laugh, giddy with happiness. I love how well we fit together, how he stretches and fills me.
But after a heartbeat, I crave friction, and I ride him like a cowgirl subduing a bucking bull. I dig one hand into his slick shoulder and rake the other through my hair, down my neck, and over my aching breast. Ethan urges me to take him faster with his hands and hips until I whimper with pleasure bordering on pain.
“That’s it.” He drags his mouth over my jaw and suckles my sensitive earlobe. I pivot my hips, trying to relieve the pressure building in my clit. Knowing exactly what I need, he pushes the pad of his thumb against my throbbing nub and draws rough circles over it. “I got you, Sunny.”
With a staccato of high-pitched screams, I clench around him as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes through me. When I finally float back down, I sag limply against him, my head flopping onto his shoulder. But he doesn’t let me rest. He rises to his knees and spins me around so I’m standing on my knees as well.
“I need you to come for me again.” He pants roughly in my ear.
“I can’t.” I’d slide down to the mat if he wasn’t holding me up with a hard arm around my midriff.
“You can.” He nudges my legs wider with his knee. “Come for me, Sunny.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
Ethan drives into me again. The change in position somehow lets me take him in deeper, and I feel another orgasm fluttering at the base of my spine and down to my core. His free hand comes to cup my breast, squeezing and kneading it, as he pistons in and out of me, setting an unrelenting pace.
“Harder,” I moan. “Ethan, harder.”
“Fuck,” he growls and pushes me down until I’m on my hands and knees. His fingers dig into my waist. “Hang on.”
“Yes.” I arch my back and take him greedily. He pounds into me even faster and harder, and the room echoes with the sound of our skin slapping against each other. “Yes.”
A part of me never wants our primal coupling to end, but the greedy part of me chases after another orgasm. Then, suddenly, I’m lying on my back. His hips still pumping, he wraps my legs around his waist and plants his hands on either side of my head, arms locked straight.
“Look at me,” he says, both a command and a plea.
“Ethan.” I meet his eyes and see silver-and-green fire flickering in them.
“You’re mine.” His dark voice rumbles in his chest, his hips jerking erratically. “Mine.”
“As you are mine.” White light flares in my chest, and I know my eyes are on fire. “I love you, Ethan.”
“I love you.” He kisses me with aching tenderness even as he continues taking me with wild hunger. “So much.”
We climax together with twin cries of fulfillment, each of our gazes never leaving the other’s. The threads of fate tighten around my heart, and I know I will never be untethered again. Even in death.
The Amheuk Stirs
Centuries after the Endless War, Hwanin, the god of Heavens; Yeomla, the god of Underworld; and Yongwang, the god of Water grew complacent in their duties, enjoying their decadent lives too much for moderation. And Hwanung, the god of Earth, poured all his love and attention into his family, neglecting to look after his people.
The gods, every one of them, convinced themselves that the shinbiins of the Realm of Four Kingdoms were powerful beings in their own right and did not need the gods’ constant protection.
