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)
Only then does he start moving. He slides almost all the way out from my mouth and then pushes forward. Again, he defies my expectations. He’s not going fast, but he’s not giving me much time to adjust, either. This time, when he reaches the point of my total surrender, he pushes just past it. I gag, but he’s already retreating, only to start the whole process over again.
Did I think that I surrendered before? What a joke. This. This is true surrender. I take what he delivers, and he gives me just a little beyond what I can manage. Tears spring to my eyes and my jaw aches.
I love every moment of it.
“What a perfect little slut you are, sweetheart. You take my cock whichever way I choose to give it to you. And now you’re going to take my come, too. Aren’t you?”
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I don’t know if salvation truly exists on the other side of his orgasm, but it feels like it. My eyes flutter closed without any choice in the matter, but this time, he allows it. He never picks up his pace. He’s never particularly rough. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s fucking my mouth in a way that feels imprinted on my very body.
And then his strokes become less regimented. Desperate. “Sweetheart, fuck, I need—” He curses and shoves forward, and I gag around him. But this time, he doesn’t retreat. His fingers are tight in my hair and his breathing is ragged. “Going to…”
Yes. This. I need this.
I moan around his cock. Not enough. Still not enough. But then, I know what he wants, what he needs to get him over the edge. I skate my hands around his hips to grip his ass and dig my nails in. Hard.
“Ariadne!” His whole body jerks and then he’s coming down my throat in hot spurts. Asterion’s knees buckle. For me, because of me. He eases out of my mouth and sinks down next to me on the couch, his body loose and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. I swallow, relishing the ache in my jaw and throat. Witnessing him completely undone is its own special kind of reward. Especially when he kisses me, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect I can barely stand it.” He nips my bottom lip. “Pull up your dress, sweetheart. Let me see where you need me the most.”
I brace myself with one hand behind me and use the other to lift my dress. The silky fabric feels decadent against my skin, and with how oversensitized I am, it’s almost unbearable. Especially when I get the dress up around my hips and show him that I’m not wearing any panties.
“Thought so.” He’s regaining control of himself, his voice still ragged but no longer unraveled. Asterion grips my thigh, right over his bite, and exerts the slightest amount of pressure, guiding me to open for him. “You better have nowhere to be today. We’ll deal with tonight tonight. Today you’re mine, Ariadne. And I’m not going to rush. Not again.”
“Okay.”
“Say it,” he snaps.
There’s no misunderstanding what he means. Not anymore. Not ever again. “I’m yours, Asterion. Just yours. I’ve only ever been yours.”
He covers my pussy with his hand. It’s possessive and wondrous at the same time. He parts my folds and strokes two fingers up my center to press against my clit. “But that’s not all, is it?”
Again, I know exactly what he’s talking about. Because this thing between us has never only gone one way. He might’ve known sooner than I did, but I do know, don’t I? “And you’re mine. Only mine.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. So when you get to thinking too hard later, I want you to remember that.” He turns his hand and presses two fingers into me, slowly enough that I can actually watch my pussy part for him. I’m so wet that it might embarrass me if I could think straight. Instead, I take it as simply another piece of evidence that this thing between us has always been fate. Or as close to fate as I can believe in.
“I’ll try,” I whisper.
“Do better than try. You’re going to survive this bullshit we’re in the middle of. I am, too.” He wedges a third finger into me. “That fucking barrier is coming down, and when it does, I’m taking you away from this place. Do you understand me, Ariadne?”
I feel like I’m making promises I can’t possibly follow through on, but I’m not going to let that stop me. “Yes, Asterion. I understand you.”
21
The Minotaur
I believe her. Maybe I’m a fucking fool, but for the first time since the day I realized she’d run and left only a note behind, I feel something like hope. That I won’t have to drag her into a future together. That we have a fucking future at all. But that shit is a concern for tonight and tomorrow and beyond. Right now, she’s so wet and soft against my fingers that it drives me wild. I’ve touched her like this before, but never with the ability to take my time, without limits in place.