Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Her grin is free of all the stress and fear that’s plagued her steps for far too long. “I would be heartily disappointed if you didn’t.”
I carry her into my bedroom and lay her down on the bed, settling between her soft thighs. It’s so fucking tempting to just keep going, but I’ll have no regrets between us. Not anymore. Not again. I reach down and yank the bottom drawer of the nightstand open and pull out a box of condoms.
Ariadne watches with wide eyes as I rip it open. “A whole box, just for me?”
“It’s sure as fuck not for anyone else.” I yank a string of condoms out and toss them onto the pillow next to her head.
I start to rip one open, but she lays a gentle hand over mine. “We don’t need to use them.”
Need almost makes me reckless, but Ariadne was hurt by my recklessness before, and I’ll be damned before she is again. “If you want kids, we’ll do that—when it’s safe. Not risking it. Not a second time.”
“Oh.” She clears her throat, shifting nervously. “No, I didn’t mean that. I just meant that I’m on birth control. I have been since my follow-up appointment after the…procedure.”
Which means we didn’t need to use a condom in the dressing room. I almost ask her why she let me put it on, but the answer is clear enough. She didn’t fully trust me then. She does now. I gather her close and kiss her. “You sure?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
I don’t ask her again. I guide my cock to her entrance. “Ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” She reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my ass just like she did when she was choking on my cock. The pain makes me jerk forward, and we both moan as I enter her. Too good. It’s always too fucking good with her.
Because it’s her. Because it’s me. Because it’s us.
I slip an arm between her hips and the mattress and roll us. Ariadne plants her hands on my chest, steadying herself. I squeeze her hips. “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you? You rode my mouth. Now ride my cock.”
She opens her mouth like she wants to argue, but I thrust up into her just a little, and it seems like she forgets what she was about to say. It’s just as well. I’m running out of words myself. I don’t believe in the gods, but if I did, no one could convince me that Ariadne wasn’t a child of them. Everything from her savvy brain to her hidden ruthlessness marks her as a person far above the rest. But this? Watching her start to ride my cock? It feels beyond good, but it’s the sight of her taking her pleasure without hesitation that really does me in.
I stroke my hands up her sides, my thumbs feathering over her stretch marks, and cup her breasts. Perfect. Everything about her is perfectly made.
“If you could…see the way…you’re looking at me.”
“Don’t need to see it. I’m feeling it.” My chest is too tight. I have been in love with this woman since I was a kid, but it’s never felt like this before. As if the overwhelming need I had for her, to be around her, has morphed into something infinitely stronger. As if she’s pulled my heart right out of my chest with her bare hands. This pleasure is so acute, it morphs into pain. I welcome every moment of it. Good. Take it. It was yours all along.
Ariadne skates her hands up my arms and then down her stomach to finger her clit. Almost immediately, her strokes go jerky. I grab her hips and keep her moving at the pace that will get her there. I need to feel her come around me. I need to watch her expression in that moment of perfect surrender. I need it more than anything.
“Asterion!” She throws her head back and arches her spine, grinding down on my cock as she orgasms. “Oh gods, don’t stop.”
I don’t stop. I keep her fucking me through the end of this orgasm and into another. And all the while, I watch her face and know that I’ll seek a repeat of this moment for the rest of my fucking life.
I don’t believe in the gods, no, but I believe in Ariadne. Her body is the altar I worship at, and her love is the only sustenance I need.
Then the little brat reaches back and takes my balls in a firm grip. Her nails prick the sensitive skin there, and surprise sends me hurtling into an orgasm that’s so strong, my vision shorts out. I fuck up into her, needing to be closer, needing to go harder. Needing for it to never end.
I arch up and kiss her as the last wave recedes, leaving me boneless and more relaxed than I’ve ever been. She slumps onto my chest and starts to move to the side, but I’m having none of that. I’m not ready to let her go yet. I never will be. I kiss her lips, the bridge of her nose, her forehead. “Stay.”