Some of the soldiers gave him a strange look and others merely shrugged their shoulders, collecting their belongings. But every one of them exited the large doors until it was only Thalia and him panting in the middle of the room.
“Tell me that you want this. I need to hear it,gatáki.”
“I want this,” she whispered, letting her hands roam down every curve of his chest.
“Thank fuck.”
Chapter Fourteen
Thalia
“Thank fuck,” Dimitris growled.
Gods—that voice, low and raspy, did something intoxicating to her insides. Made her core heat and slicken. His lips collided into hers with a reckless abandon, a preternatural need to devour her every taste and she reveled in it. The screams in her head softened with every nip he took at her lower lip. Thalia grazed her tongue against his lips, begging him to let her inside. There was no longing, no pining, no love in the way their mouths met. It was fire, lust, pure desire for this primal feeling of beingintertwined with another.
His hand slid to the top of her trousers, undoing the laces without even looking. No—his eyes never left hers, except for the brief moment he broke to lift her shirt over Thalia’s head and shimmy the leather pants down her sweaty body.
“Look. At. You,” he managed to get out through ragged breaths, tracing his calloused hands up her bare legs.
“Dimitris, please.” She needed him back on top of her, his weight devouring her, more than she needed air in her lungs. She needed to forget, to detach from the pain her curse caused her day in and day out.
“Not so fast. This body deserves a moment to be worshiped.” His gaze traveled up her body, lingering on the space between her legs before trailing along her stomach and landing on her lips. “Alright,” he said as his hands wrapped under her ass and he lifted her up.
The room around her spun, as she looped her legs around his waist, threading her fingers through that onyx hair that made her very being melt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he met her throat, grazing his tongue along it, tasting the sweat that had beaded along her skin during their challenge. Wood hit her back a moment later and Dimitris lowered her down on top of a chest that held weapons of all sorts. Something coiled deep in her stomach. Sitting bare atop these items that could end lives while being worshipped by a prince was enough to do her in, but it was the little murmur against her ear that had Thalia’s toes curling.
“I am going to fuck you so hard that you forget the name of anyone who’s ever wronged you, even your own,” he whispered.
Dimitris inserted two fingers inside her already soaked core, curling them as his thumb made circles around her. Thalia reachedfor his trousers, untying the single lace before sliding her hand inside, letting her fingers graze against his velvety cock. He let out a small hiss, bucking into her palm as she made strokes up and down his hard length. This was exactly what she needed—something primalistic. She knew he was skilled, had experienced a portion of it first hand, but she wanted more.
“There is no need to wait then, Prince. Make good with your promise.” His eyes lit with delight at her words.
“So eager, aren’t you,gatáki? I thought you loathed me?” Dimitris’s brow arched up and he smiled, flashing those pearly white teeth.
They were past loathing. She still didn't have a particular yearn for his company, but she didn’t mind it either. He was thrilling, much like jumping off a cliff not knowing if there were rocks hidden beneath the ocean’s break—it was reckless and could kill you, but the Fates be damned if it wasn’t exhilarating. If he wasn’t exhilarating.
“You are mistaken,fengaráki. I might have said I loathed you, but I never said anything about your cock.” She stroked his length once more, letting her thumb graze over the head before she pulled him free from his pants.
“Ah, thatwasmy mistake then,” he purred, leaning into her.
Thalia’s lips parted and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as Dimitris removed his fingers from her, wrapping his palm around her own and guiding himself toward her entrance.
She lost herself in the moment, the way she stretched around him as he thrust inside her, blacking out as he pulsed into her, his fingers locking onto her thighs. Even when he flipped her over, laying her upper half flat against the weapons chest below.
Entwining her hair around his fist, Dimitris tugged until her back was arched and her head was beside his. He didn’t say another word, only thrusted into her once more as his teeth trailed down her neck, leaving faint scratch lines in her skin. The hint of pain—real pain, not something fabricated from the Fates—and the way his thumb grazed over her nipple was too much. He slammed into her again. Raw. Primal. Thalia’s nails dug deeper into the splintered wood of the old chest, fracturing its top even more. She didn’t want it to stop.
“Let go,gatáki,” he growled between heaving breaths. “Let go for me.” Goosebumps and a sparking sensation like lightning buzzed down her skin as his hand moved once again from her breast to her throbbing core. A whimper escaped her lips and Thalia flew her palm up to cover her mouth. “That’s my girl.”
It only took one more thrust to send her spiraling over the edge, legs shaking so much so could barely keep herself up. Dimitris’s cock pulsed inside her, finishing in time with her release, only adding to the bliss and stillness she felt in that moment. Placing a single kiss between Thalia’s shoulder blades, Dimitris pulled out. She still held herself up, barely, clutching the edge of the chest when he placed a small, damp towel next to her hand.
“I thought you might need this. I used some of the water from the pitcher, so don’t worry, it’s clean,” he said, before heading back toward the training mat to collect his things.
Thalia took a moment to clean herself, but all the while her eyes stayed locked on Dimitris, the way his muscles glistened in the fire-light of the gymnasium. Her heart fluttered a moment and Thalia took in a sharp breath.No, she thought,this is not happening.
“This doesn’t mean anything—change anything, Prince.” She leaned down to pick her discarded clothes off the ground and attempted to shimmy back into those leather bottoms. It was a hopeless task, her legs still hot and sweaty from her indulging.
“You keep telling yourself that,gatáki,” he replied, buttoning his trousers and reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.
It didn’t.
