He lies there, still inside, still on top of me, and though his body swamps mine, his weight is comforting. His warmth, his heat, and the feel of his skin up against mine are still sending jolts of electricity through me.
Iâm quivering under him.
âAre you okay?â he asks, watching me, watching how my body is still moving, still reacting as if a tsunami is washing over me, over and over again.
I nod to him. I canât speak in this moment. Iâm still too lost in my own ecstasy to find my voice.
He lowers his face onto mine and I raise my chin to meet him.
The way he kisses me, the way his lips feel against mine, is mouth-watering.
I part my lips and his tongue slips in. I moan as I wrap my hands into his soft, unruly hair.
His hands cup either side of my neck and I lose myself in his touch, in his kiss, in ~all~ of him.
He pulls away and I hear myself whimper, but he only moves his lips to nibble and suck at my neck, sending more sparks of rapture as my skin erupts into goosebumps once more.
His lips find my nipple and I gasp as I feel his wet tongue begin to circle it and cover it with his saliva. I want him to lick me, to cover me, to kiss me all over.
His teeth nibble my hardened bud, his fingers begin to twirl my other nipple, and I cry out as my liquid arousal begins to pool between my thighs and on his hardened dick inside me.
Helos takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent of me, and he groans before licking his lips with approval.
âYou are so ready for me,â he murmurs and I nod.
I am ready.
I am more than ready.
I need him again.
I need him to be fucking me, to be pounding into me hard. All I can feel is him and all I can think is him.
I need him to possess me, own me, dominate me in a way Iâve never allowed, never let anyone else before, though every man that has touched me has tried.
He grabs my legs, pushing them apart, as he slides his dick out and then he thrusts back in so exquisitely slowly. I groan, arching my back, throwing my arms above me.
He pulls out, then thrusts again, slowly, deeply, and bit by bit, he builds his momentum until he is ramming into me so hard I think his bed might just collapse under us both.
âDonât stop,â I cry, now digging my nails into his back, rolling my hips, feeling every cell of my body aflame, alive, aching, and desperate for the release only this man can give me.
Itâs like I am standing at the top of a waterfall. I can see the delicious water below, and I know this manâs touch will send me right over the edge.
His hands tease my nipples, his tongue teases my lips, and as he thrusts over and over, I wrap my legs tighter around him, feeling myself getting so close.
I pull my lips away from his and grab his face in my hand.
âCum with me,â I say.
His eyes glow as he nods.
My body is trembling, shaking. I am so close now and I know he is too, and as I topple over the edge and fall, I scream out, âHelos.â
He growls so loudly that my body explodes.
I throw my head back, screaming, as my orgasm cascades over me and Helos cums inside me.
We are one, in this moment, just the two of us, lost, drowning in ecstasy, swimming the waves of our euphoria.
His body is holding mine, flooding me with an intense feeling of pleasure I never want to end.
And when it does, Helos holds my panting body to his and we lie here in a luscious world of our own heavenly bliss, listening as our heartbeats start to even out and our breaths slowly come back to us.
We spend the entire evening and half the night fucking each other over and over. We donât stop to eat. We barely stop to get our breaths back.
This man, this king, does things to my body that even I donât know how to do.
He murmurs sweet nothings into my ear. He holds me in a way that makes me feel like the most precious jewel in the world.
If I spend the rest of my days like this, if I spend my time from now on locked in Helosâs rooms, all but a captive to his needs, his wants, his touch, then I would die happy indeed.
Iâd be Helosâs whore. His own personal siren if thatâs how he wishes to keep me.
If he stands before the Council tomorrow and claims itâno, if he stands up in front of the world and announces that I am his, I wonât feel anything other than joy.
Because I ~am~ his. I belong entirely to him now in every way that matters.
***
We fall into a delirious, exhausted sleep, and he cradles my body until the morning light streams in around us.
I lie dazed beside him, curled up into the mass of his muscles.
Being here, being in his arms, makes me feel safe in a way Iâve never felt, even when I was with Rufus. Even when I was safe then, it didnât feel secure. It didnât feel as permanent as this.
He runs his fingers over my shoulder and along my collarbone.
My body tingles with anticipation. My arousal is spiking once more. I lift my head, brushing my lips against his.
Only a knock at the door breaks us off. I go to sit up, but Helos pulls me back. He kisses my head before getting out of bed. He leans around the door with his nakedness barely concealed.
I take the opportunity to admire his ass. How perfectly round it is. I want to sink my teeth into his flesh. I see drag marks down his back left by my nails.
He mutters in a low voice to whoever is there.
But when he shuts the door, his whole demeanor has changed. Gone is the gentleness, gone is the softness.
Without doubt, it is the king that stands before me now.
I sit up, pulling the sheets to cover my breasts.
He looks at me and something flashes across his face.
âGet dressed,â he says quietly.
I nod, moving to do as Iâm told.
I want to ask him whatâs wrong, whatâs happened, but from the look on his face, I donât dare.
When my dress is back on, he opens the door. Heâs dressed now too, and he walks with me in silence down the same corridor where my room is.
I realize suddenly that his room and mine are practically next to one another. That he has been this close to me the whole time and yet I had been clueless.
I glance up at his face, but his expression is hard, and it makes my heart start to race with fear. I donât understand whatâs brought about this change. What the hell could have happened?
He opens the door to my rooms and then sighs.
âI thought there was more time,â he mutters.
âMore time for what?â I ask, but he shakes his head and just shuts the door.
I hear him walk away and I snarl in frustration.
This man, this king, is so damn confusing.
I donât understand him. I donât understand any of it.