Athena
My hands moved to his trousers, sliding them off of him before using my feet to push the rest off as we both dove deeper into the heated kiss we had started moments ago. He bit down my lips, kissing and sucking as he continued the sweet torture with his tongue. With every passing second, a fiery inferno consumed my body, the searing heat intensifying. His hands glided across my skin in a mesmerising dance, providing a fleeting anchor amidst the overwhelming surge of insatiable longing.
"You're fucking beautiful, Athena," Sebastian murmured, his words brushing against my lips, "I hate it that the time we have is so short— One night will never be enough. Oh, how I wish we had a thousand lifetimes to explore your beauty! Because, damn, there's always more to uncover." His every word ignited a fiery storm of sensations within me, threatening to unravel my very core.
And damn it, I knew he'd break me apart, piece by piece.
Yet, in the same breath, I knew he'd be the one to put me back together again, mending me in ways I couldn't fathom.
"Damn, it's like God himself painstakingly crafted you. I envy him," he confessed, his hands sliding over my breasts, moulding them with both firmness and desire. A gasp involuntarily escaped my lips, "He had the privilege of creating a masterpiece, and here I am, left with only a fleeting moment to explore its depths. Truth is, this art deserves centuries of dedication and love, not just a mere glimpse."
"Sebastian... Please," I breathed out, my body aching for him, a primal need throbbing in my pussy. I craved him intensely—wanted him like nothing else.
"Are you absolutely certain about this, Athena?" he asked, his grip tightening around my throat, his eyes piercing into mine, "Once we cross this line, there's no going back. When it comes to you, I lose all control."
His words didn't unsettle me; they stirred something strange within me—a potent anticipation that awakened every nerve. There was no doubt in my mind that I was ready to surrender to his every desire. He owned my soul in ways that defied all earthly boundaries.
"I'm sure," I uttered, leaning closer to his ear, brushing my lips ever so delicately against it, "Sebastian, do whatever you want. I am completely yours."
At that moment, I swore I heard a low, primal growl rumble deep within his chest. It revealed only a fraction of his true desires. And yet, he possessed a mastery of pushing me to the edge without ever overstepping the boundaries. So, his hand slowly and teasingly went down and roughly squeezed my wet heat into his hand, causing my juices to leak even more.
He rubbed my clit with his middle finger, parting the lips with other ones, whilst he very slowly began driving me to the edge once again whilst his lips tantalisingly hovered near mine, he denied me the sweet release of a kiss. He maintained his hold, keeping my arms securely locked above my head, a testament to his unyielding dominance from the very beginning.
"Are you truly mine?" he demanded, his voice dripping with authority, his eyes smouldering with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
My composure began to crumble, and my ability to form coherent words dissipated. Every touch, every gesture from him pushed me further into a state of insatiable longing.
"Ye—" I moaned involuntarily as he suddenly increased the pace of his fingers, rendering me incapable of completing my response. "Oh, God!"
I began to lose the composure where I could utter a damn word. I was already throbbing down there and he only drove me crazier.
"I need an answer, Athena," he smirked. It told me that he was acutely aware of the effect he had on me, exploiting his absolute control over my body.
His fingers possessed an enchanting magic, their movements alone conjuring a coiling tension in the depths of my lower abdomen. My parted lips and dilated pupils revealed my desperate desire, leaving no secrets between us. "All I need is a... Yes," I whispered, breathlessly surrendering to his dominance. His lips brushed against mine as he replied, "And then, my love, you'll receive everything you crave."
Fuck. I wanted to say yes! A thousand times and even more.
But this man was making it impossibly hard for me to say a word. With the upcoming orgasm making my walls shake and pussy throb, my mind in a cluttered mess and my body covered in sweat, I could not think of anything else in this world. I had reached the precipice of madness, and it seemed that was exactly where my mate wanted me.
With every fibre of my being, I understood that unless I uttered the words he desired, he would deny me the release I craved so desperately. The power dynamic between us was clear, and he held the reins tightly in his grip.
Summoning the remnants of strength that remained within my weary body, I summoned a defiant cry, "Yes! I am yours!"
A low, seductive chuckle escaped his lips, the sound sending shivers down my spine. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard, a promise of the pleasures that awaited me. And then, he slid down his trousers, hovering over me, now butt naked. My eyes fell on his hardened length, the daunting size of it made me gulp. He was indeed....huge.
It wasn't as if this was the first time I was seeing him naked yet I couldn't hold my astonishment.
"I won't fit..." It slipped past my lips on its own.
"It will, love," He chuckled, this time it was out of amusement, "This isn't the first time you'll be taking my cock, is it?" His blunt question made my cheeks burn.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing left my mouth, as he parted my legs wide apart, and positioned his member at my entrance. Keeping me on the edge as he slowly rubbed his tip at my entrance; My eyes closed shut and a soft moan slipped past my lips. I gripped the sheets as tight as I could.
He cursed under his breath, his struggle of holding himself back instead of forcing himself inside my cunt with one swift thirst, was apparent by the protruding veins standing on his neck, and the raspy breathing falling off of his lips each second. I could see the burning desire in his eyes, I could sense how much he wanted me and how much he was holding back.
And then, slow and sensually, he pushed inside, making sure I felt every inch of him.
"Oh, my god..." My back arched and my fists tightened, nails digging into the sheets.
"Fuck! You are so fucking tight," He hissed and pushed a few more inches until he hit the highest spot yet he wasn't fully in.
"So big..." Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes, there was a tinge of pain but every one of my reactions was mostly because of pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. And then with one swift thrust, he entered fully inside of me.
A near-scream escaped my lips, only to be smothered by the force of his kiss, capturing both pleasure and pain in it. His tongue invaded the depths of my mouth, exploring every recess.
I kissed him back fervently. My controlled breathing faltered as Sebastian began his relentless thrusts, synchronising them with the rhythm of our entangled mouths. His fingers encircled my throat, exerting a gentle pressure that heightened my senses.
My hips buckled instinctively, meeting the fullness of his length. It was a familiarity tinged with a sense of rediscovery, as if the months of separation had transformed our connection into a series of breathtaking firsts. My walls clenched around him, embracing him eagerly, igniting a fire that consumed every inch of my being.
"I wish I could make up for the lonely nights you endured," He confessed, tearing his lips away from mine, leaving me gasping for air, "I wish I could creep back into the past and make love to you, all day and night until we arrived at this very moment once again. I wish I could show you, how much I love you but I don't think ...." His voice trailed off as he deliberately slowed his thrusts, each one plunging deeper, stretching me with his thick length.
"It," he declared, driving into me with a powerful thrust that parted my lips whilst my gaze remained locked with his.
Electricity crackled in the air, igniting an inferno that consumed us both. "Will," he continued, his movements gaining momentum, building an intoxicating rhythm. "Ever," another thrust, hitting a depth that stole my breath away. "Be," he explored uncharted territories within me, unravelling sensations I never knew existed. "Enough."
With each word, each deep penetration, he conveyed a profound message—his relentless pursuit of pleasure, his determination to satisfy every inch of my being.
And that was it, just with his last thrust, I came all apart beneath him. Screaming out my orgasm as my hands shot to clutch onto his arms, my nails digging into his skin.
Forget the time to gather myself together, I didn't even get the time to breathe because Sebastian began with his rapid thrusts, sending my mind into a frenzy.
"Oh my god, Sebastian...." I buried my head into the crook of his neck, my body and bed both shaking because of his speed.
"I could do this forever, baby," he whispered, I left a smirk spread on his lips before he latched his mouth on my neck, kissing downwards, and leaving me panting for air, "I could keep you up all night, forever and I won't quit."
God, he really planned on killing me tonight.
I held onto him tighter, whilst he used his hand to lift my left leg and spread it wider, till my knee pressed against the bed. The position allowed him to hit my g-spot and as he hit the spongy over and over again, I came all apart once again. The orgasm washed over me like a wave, a destructive one indeed that took all my balance away from me.
I was tired, weary and even unsure if I was going to stay conscious for long yet my body craved more. With each orgasm washing over me, a new surreal desire would stir up in its wake and I, again, would struggle to find out what I was supposed to do, ask or if the best choice was to simply stay silent and let him take control.
The brazen moans leaving my mouth did not bother me at all. All I wanted was him even if it was going to destroy me or crumble me into mere pieces that none could put together.
"Come for me, Athena," He bit down my bottom lip, slapping the sides of my thighs and cupping my butt as he squeezed them in his rough hands, "Come from me."
"I...." I could barely speak, my whole body was trembling with the aftereffects of the last two orgasms and the ones before that, "I don't think I can."
"Yes, you can," He growled, lowering his mouth and biting onto my nipple this time. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my pussy was sore and throbbing, yet there was an ache that asked for more but I had doubts if I was going to be able to take it or not.
"No...I," Before I had the chance to speak, I felt my walls clenching and unclenching around his length and releasing more juices, indicating my upcoming orgasm.
"Your body speaks to me, baby," releasing my sore nipple, he whispered into my ear and I swear I almost felt myself reaching a release hearing his deep voice.
Then he flipped me, with one swift movement, making me lay on my font. I gasped at his sudden movement as he pulled out of me but then again, he entered me in one go, hitting the hilt.
"Oh fuck..." I buried my face into the pillow, my head feeling all dizzy and heat filling my pores.
He trailed his nose from my neck to my lower waist, inhaling my scent, "Hold yourself together, Athena. The night is far from over."
Gulping, I drew in a shaky breath. God knew how much more I could handle!