Chapter 78: I can save her.
Gwen’s POV
The first stroke of his tongue is a curse and a blessing, setting my entire body on flames. It felt like I was burnt alive.
“ Ahh… what's this?” A sharp, broken gasp rips from my lips.
My fingers twisting into the sheets as a flood of unbearable heat crashes over me. My thighs tremble, trying to close, but his firm grip keeps them wide open, just for him. I felt exposed, helpless beneath him.
At his mercy. Not that he has any. At the moment, he licks me like a starved man. Almost as though, my taste was the very essence of life.
“ You don't know how long I waited,” he hissed at me as I tried closing my legs again.
“ You said, I can taste you. So don't close again,” A deep, guttural growl rumbles from his chest as he devours me. Mother earth. I have never felt this way.
Another low growl from him sends a jolt vibration of pleasure through my cunt, and I arch off the bed, my body acting on its own, desperate, reckless. I wanted to hold onto that head of his and never let him go.
“ H-hades" I whimper, my hips jerking, trying to grind against his mouth, but his hands tighten, pinning me in place.
"Stay still, little witch," he orders, his voice dark, firm. "Or I’ll tie you down myself." There was no hint of jesting in his voice. So I held myself still, albeit not for long.
“ Good girl, it won't be long soon.” He groaned out.
A strangled moan escapes me. Mother Earth. His words shouldn’t make me throb like this, but they do.
He chuckles, dark and knowing. "Ah… you like that, don’t you?"
I shake my head, but we both know it’s a lie.
"Greedy little thing," he murmurs, his lips brushing over my little bud before dragging his tongue over me again, slow, teasing, torturous. "You’re drenched for me. I want more… I will drink it."
I sob, my hands finally fisting his golden hair, pulling, begging. "P-please…"
"Please what, mate?" His voice is a liquid sin, a growl that makes my stomach tighten. "Say it. Tell me what you want.” He ran his finger around my fold. Not exactly thrusting in as I wanted.
I shake my head wildly, at what he wanted me to say. My body might be writhing beneath him, but it doesn't change the fact that my heart yearns for Ana. And the fact that was betraying her didn't escape me.
My denial to acknowledge what I want only makes him chuckle again, this time darker, more dangerous. Almost like, he would burn me whole and nothing would be left of me.
"You think I don’t know what you need?" he purrs, his fingers digging into my thighs. "I can smell it, little witch. I can taste it." His wild intense eyes just gaze at me, willing me to say it.
I cry out as he sucks my aching clit into his mouth, the sharp pull sending a shockwave through me so intense I feel like I might shatter apart. He bites a little hard on them. And instead of pain, all I feel is raw pleasure as I almost shot off the bed, pulling hard on his hair.
"Ahhh~~~!"
He devours me without mercy, his tongue relentless, his mouth claiming every inch of me. My breath hitches, just when I think I am about to get a release, he would stop and then start all over again.
My entire body is coiling so tight I can’t think, can’t breathe, I can only feel him. It felt like my entire senses were snatched by him.
"That’s it," he growls, dragging his tongue over me again, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every sound I make. "Let me hear you, mate." I wanted to scream I wasn't your mate, instead, a moan slipped out.
I don’t even realize I’m begging until the words spill from my lips. "P-please, I-I need more." Need more? What's this madness? No, I don't.
A deep, satisfied growl rumbles from his chest. And then, he murmurs. "Good girl."
I felt one finger, spreading my folds, just one finger. Thick, and rough, with calluses claiming my cunt.
I gasp, my walls clenching around him as he slides inside, stretching me, teasing me. My head falls back, a cry ripping from my throat. His finger was long. What's this? Almost, as long as the object Ana uses. Oh, my sweet Ana.
"You’re tight," he rasps, his red eyes snaps up to mine, burning with possession. "So fucking perfect. You will be so perfect for my cock. You would milk everything out of me."
He curls his finger, pressing against that devastating sweet spot inside me, and my vision blurs. My body bows, my thighs trembling, my hands clutching at his shoulders, at anything to hold on to reality.
And then he adds a second finger. Mother earth. He intends to kill me with pleasure.
Without warning I shatter. The orgasm tears through me like a violent storm, raw and uncontrollable. I scream, my walls clenching, waves of pleasure crashing over me, pulling me under.
He groans, watching me possessively as I fell apart, his fingers still moving, drawing it out, refusing to let me escape the pleasure.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. And that moment, it felt like I was truly his.
And then he’s on top of me, his mouth trailing up my body, his lips brushing against my ear.
"That," he whispers, his voice dark with satisfaction and full of promises, "was only the beginning. But, I am a being of my word.” He stood up from my body and sat on the bed in all of his naked glory.
And my mouth water. “ Have you had your fill?” He arches a questioning brow at me… shame made bury my face under the sheet knowing my face would be very red.
“ Why are you here, spitball?” He asked softly, throwing off the blanket covering me. Leaving me completely naked for him. And the look in his eyes simply says, I adore you.
“ Witch?” He grunted out.
“ Can you save a person’s life from a dangerous curse that has been placed on them?” This was the reason I was here. And I am sincerely grateful that the burning sensations and crazy tingling were gone.
“ Yes.” And my face broke into a smile.
“ Mother earth. That's great. Let's go right now.” I start getting up from the bed but he stops me.
“ You are talking about your friend, Ava isn't? He knows her. I whipped my head at him. Truly amazed. This just made everything easier.
Although the look in his eyes said otherwise. “ Y-yes,” I croaked out.
“ She is my contracted owner,” he said nonchalantly, dropping the bomb on me.
“ What?”
“ I can save her but I can't leave this palace wall because of someone.” He said looking at me hatefully. I quickly use my hands to cover myself.
“ Why are you look
ing at me?” It's not like I am the one that cursed him.
“ Because you are the one that cursed me.”
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