A low growl reverberated from my chest as I slowly withdrew, his mouth popping against my skin as he sucked me clean. Using the same hand, I grabbed his throat, rubbing it with a promise of what was tocome. Releasing him, I presented my palm, the command coming from me with ease.
“Spit.”
Gathering a mouthful of saliva, he obliged, its viscosity coating my calluses with an added layer of warmth. I brought it to my cock, wrapping my fingers around my girth and stroking myself a handful of times as he watched. Once I was satisfied, I stepped forward, my palms meeting the backside of his legs, only to push them up and out of the way.
“Look at me,” I hummed, grabbing the back of his head as the gap between us ceased, his ass lifted and ready for me. “Keep those beautiful emeralds locked on me as I fill you.”
Without warning, I pushed my entirety into him, his tightness devouring me in every way he’d devoured my soul. Our breathless moans synced, my forehead coming to rest against his as he arched against me. Rolling forward, I chased him, pressing my chest against his and tightening my hold to ensure he couldn’t escape.
“Fuck, Kael,” he whined, his palms cupping my jawline as he yanked me toward him.
Our lips met again, meshing with the groans of pleasure that escaped us. With each kiss came a thrust, my hips driving into his ass with a relentlessness he knew wouldn’t cease until he fell apart for me. It was a rhythm I kept, challenging his restraint as I tormented every inch of his sensitivities.
He leaned back, his eyes finding mine, and as soon as I’d caught the shift, I was already too late. His teeth latched down on my nipple, a bite harsh enough to cause pain. But he knew my weaknesses: wherever there was pain, there was pleasure, and there was nothing more I enjoyed than indulging in both simultaneously.
“Shit—Percy?—”
The sharpness vanished, his tongue replacing it as he coaxed my angered flesh. And then, without warning, he nipped once more, but this time, far harder.
Hissing between clenched teeth, my hand found his throat,clamping down on it with the intensity I knew he was searching for. It had always been an intricate dance between dominance and submission with us, the two of us switching fluidly with every need to experience the nuances that both entailed.
My grip tightened as I forced him back, pressing him against the bed as a lengthened growl left me. “Is that what you want? For me to pin you to this fucking bed by your neck and fuck you until you cum? Until your seed coats every inch of your body?”
The quiver of his bottom lip was enough of a giveaway; words were no longer needed as a confirmation or denial of anything. He wanted me to destroy him, to fuck him until he was sore, until every time he sat down, he was reminded just how deep I’d buried myself inside him.
How I owned him.
My lips brushed the shell of his ear as I leaned forward, my promise coming out as a heated groan. “Say less,myknight.”
Using his body as leverage, I pushed myself upright, squeezing both sides of his throat as my arm straightened. With a simple lean, my other forearm came to rest beneath his knees, pushing him back to grant me a deeper angle and more access.
My lips curled into a snide grin as I looked down at him, rendered mindless beneath my touch. Drawing back my hold, my palm connected with his cheek before returning to where he’d craved it the most. “You’re going to stroke yourself and look at me as I take what is rightfully mine. Do you fucking understand?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
That was all I needed.
Driving forward, I positioned myself to ensure every inch of me tormented every inch of him. And as I slid inside of him to completion, the breathless whimper he released confirmed everything I needed to know.
With one rock back, I removed myself from his warmth, and only when his pleading gaze met mine did I return. Each successive thrust became far rougher than the last, my hips slapping against his ass,matching my rhythm. I watched as he desperately stroked his cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with the building pleasure.
And the sight alone nearly became enough for me to reach my peak.
Slapping him again with a force far harsher than the first time, a gasp left him, which was quickly silenced by the return of my hand. “Are you ready to cum for me, baby?”
His back arched as an answer to the question, shoulder blades pressing into the bed as the euphoria threatened to consume his senses, and I willed it. Grinding into him with every desire to express my love and the very need to dominate him, I drove myself as deep as I could, my balls coming to rest flush against him.
As my length settled in him, he unraveled in my arms, and I followed.
Erupting from him to match his lengthy moan, his seed painted his abdomen while mine filled him. Our groans matched in octaves, filling my room along with every secret its walls harbored.
I loosened my hold on his throat, leaning down to pepper a handful of kisses where my hand had been. Making my way from his neck, I explored his jawline, my lips devouring its sharpness. I nipped at his ear, earning a breathy chuckle from him.
“Gods, sensitive…”
Crooning, I pulled back, lacing my fingers through his curls once more to bring his forehead to mine. “You’re amazing, baby.”
With fluttering lids, his shrinking pupils found mine, the vibrancy of his emerald stare slowly returning. “No,” he breathed, lifting his hand to my mouth to silence me before I could argue otherwise. “Youare amazing,mylovely, breathtaking prince.”
