Chapter 45

Achilles traced a path along Shea's jawline with his fingers, his touch feather-light. "Let me show you," he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

Shea moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. He tasted of desire and darkness, a heady combination that only fueled her hunger. She ran her hands down his broad back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt.

With a growl, Achilles tore his lips from hers and began placing open-mouthed kisses along her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every inch of skin.

Shea's breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She arched her back, silently pleading for more. With a low chuckle, Achilles obliged, his mouth closing around one taut nipple as his hand caressed the other.

She cried out, the sensation shooting straight between her legs. It had never felt like this with anyone else, this deep, primal need that threatened to consume her. Her hands fisted in the sheets as waves of pleasure rocked her body.

Achilles kissed a trail down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button before continuing its descent. He paused briefly at the waistband of her pants, his eyes seeking her consent. Shea nodded, her chest heaving, and he swiftly undid the button, lowering the zipper with agonizing slowness.

With a sharp tug, he ripped her pants and panties off in one fluid motion, baring her to his hungry gaze. Shea felt a moment of self-consciousness, but it quickly vanished in the heat of his desire. His eyes raked over her, taking in every detail, before his gaze finally met hers.

"You're perfect," he growled, his voice hoarse with need.

His gaze darkened as he lowered his head, his breath ghosting over her heated flesh. She whimpered, anticipation coiling low in her belly.

The first touch of his tongue against her core sent electricity coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she'd never experienced before, so intense it left her breathless. She dug her fingers into the sheets, her back arching off the bed as he licked and suckled, teasing her with deft strokes.

"Please," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending a shudder through her. "Patience, beautiful. I want to taste every inch of you."

His tongue swirled and dipped, his fingers joining in to stretch and caress. She was putty in his hands, moaning and writhing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"Achilles," she cried out, her body tensing as the pleasure spiraled out of control. "I'm gonna—"

He silenced her with a deep thrust of his tongue, his fingers working in perfect rhythm. Her release hit her like a storm, her back arching off the bed as she cried out his name.

He rode out her waves of pleasure, his tongue relentless as he drew out her orgasm. Finally, she collapsed back against the mattress, spent and trembling.

He kissed a path back up her body, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you," he growled, his hands gripping her thighs. "I need to be inside you."

Before she could respond, he leaned down and captured her lips in a possessive kiss.

He wasted no time, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he slid inside her, filling her completely.

She moaned at the feeling of him stretching her, her nails digging into his shoulders. He paused for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to his size.

"You feel so good," he growled, his eyes burning with intensity. "But I want more."

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, setting a relentless pace. She met his movements, her hips rising to greet each thrust. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the slick sounds of their passion filling the room.

He flipped them over, pinning her hands above her head as he drove into her with renewed fervor. She gasped at the change in angle, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

"You like that, beautiful?" he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "You like it when I take control?"

"Yes," she whispered, her body surrendering to his. "Please, don't stop."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall in time with their frantic rhythm.

He released her hands, and she reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a scorching kiss. Their tongues danced together, mirroring the passionate rhythm of their bodies.

He broke away, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

She straddled him, taking a moment to admire the sheer masculine beauty of him. His eyes burned with desire as she lowered herself onto him, taking her time to savor the feeling of being filled by him.

Slowly, she began to move, her hips rolling in a sensuous rhythm. He bucked his hips to meet her, his hands gripping her thighs as he guided her movements.

"Faster," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to watch you lose control."

She did as he asked, her hips moving feverishly as she rode him with abandon. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and taut.

He reached up to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples as she rode him harder. "That's it," he encouraged. "Let go, beautiful. Come for me."

His words sent her over the edge, her body shuddering as she cried out his name.

He thrust up into her, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "I'm close," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "So close."

She whimpered, her own pleasure coiling tightly within her. But something else was calling to her, a primal urge that surprised her.

"Wait," she panted, pulling away from him.

He groaned in frustration, his eyes blazing with desire. "What are you doing?"

Without answering, she positioned herself above his face, her hands bracing against the headboard for support. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth.

His eyes widened at the unexpected move, but he didn't hesitate. He licked and nibbled at her sensitive flesh, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit.

She cried out, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. But she didn't forget what she truly craved. Reaching down, she grasped his throbbing cock and guided it to her waiting mouth.

He hissed as she took him in, the pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Her mouth was hot and wet, her lips soft and skillful.

She set a steady rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she tasted him. Her body trembled above him, his tongue sending waves of pleasure through her.

"I'm close," he warned, his hands gripping the headboard. "So close, Shea."

She moaned in response, taking him deeper into her mouth. She could feel his length throbbing, his release building.

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, he came, his eyes squeezing shut as he spilled himself into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, savouring the taste of him as her own release washed over her.

They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of satisfied limbs. He pulled her into his arms, his heart pounding against her back.

"That was..." he began, searching for the right words.

"Incredible," she finished for him, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his fingers gently stroking her hair. "I think we just reached a whole new level of connected."

She giggled, the tension and awkwardness between them melting away. "I guess we did."