Forbidden Empire, page 23
Instead, I leaned down, my hair falling around our faces, shutting out the rest of the world. I looked straight at him. And for once, his face was soft, not just full of hunger, but something else, too.
He smiled at me, not cocky or teasing, just honest. For a second, I wondered if Aidon liked me.
Maybe this wasn’t just about sex after all.
And maybe he saw me, too, with the same look.
My gaze flickered away, my pulse ticking with the uneasy truth: safety here was an illusion, at best. I didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust me, either.
Still, there we were, stripped bare, bodies and secrets and all. Letting each other in, inch by careful inch, even if it made zero sense. But I wasn’t about to waste time or brain cells on the why. Untangling all that could wait. I had one thing on my mind.
His cock. Sweet, thick, begging for attention.
So I let him set the pace, following his lead. I trailed kisses along his neck, down to his chest, and clamped my teeth around his nipple to see him flinch.
He gasped, and I couldn’t help grinning as I kissed my way lower, tongue skating down each line of his six-pack. My lips brushed his treasure trail, soft dark hairs rasping against my tongue, making my clit jolt and ache.
I didn’t try to make sense of it. I just wanted more.
“Esme, fuck, woman!” I couldn’t help but grin. I loved that I could do this to him.
I loved knowing I could make him lose control, make his toes curl, make him shudder from something only I could give.
There was a power in it, not the usual kind we fought over, but something different, something heady and addictive.
Knowing I could make him come, make his cock hard and flushed and aching for me? It was intoxicating. The best kind of rush. The kind I’d never give up without a fight.
I moved down, lips trailing toward his cock, but I didn’t touch it. Not yet. Instead, I kissed around it, careful to avoid any contact with my mouth. If he wanted to tease, I could tease right back. Fair is fair.
“You teasing little vixen,” he growled, catching on.
That made me smile wider. I dragged my lips along the top of his thigh, slow and lazy, then dipped down between his legs, licking the skin right beside his balls, ignoring the way his cock strained for attention.
Taking a page out of his playbook, I exhaled, slow and steady, letting the warm rush of air drift over the bared skin of his upper thighs. He groaned, louder this time, and I couldn’t help but notice how his cock twitched, straining up into the air like a plant starving for sunlight.
I dragged my tongue down his thigh, then back up again, this time grazing his balls. He moaned and lifted his hips, eager, but I shifted my mouth away.
“Dammit, Esme!” he grumbled, all protest and frustration.
I almost burst out laughing.
I was in control here, not him.
And I knew it drove him nuts, which just made me want to keep going.
I reached out and curled my fingers around his shaft, hot and velvety in my hand.
“Yes, fuck!” he gasped, keeping his eyes glued to me.
A teasing grin tugged at my lips as I drew the head of his cock close, letting it brush my bottom lip before moving away again.
“My god, woman, you’re pure evil,” he groaned.
I gave a little shrug and laughed. Then I stuck out my tongue, slow as molasses, letting it slide right over the tip. I knew he was dying for me to go for it, to get rough, fast. He had to fight like hell, not just to grab me and shove every inch straight down my throat.
But yeah, no, that wasn’t happening.
I bent my head and focused on the underside of his cock, my tongue as smooth as silk, making the slowest trip possible up along the whole shaft. And then the same thing, but in reverse: dragging my tongue back down, flat and hot against him.
Up, down, again and again, I just kept licking, never hurrying, tasting every inch, loving every second of it.
My fingers joined in, wrapping around him and moving in sync with my mouth, squeezing as I licked up and down, up and down, setting the rhythm and not letting up for a second.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut, just lost in it.
I loved the way his cock slid through my fingers, how his skin yielded and flexed beneath my grip, the steady pulse beating against my lips.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to give more.
I pulled back for a second, slipped my fingers into my mouth, then reached beneath him.
My lips found his cock again, letting it slide in and out while I pressed my fingertip against his ass.
He groaned, surprised, but didn’t stop me. When I was sure he was ready, I eased my finger inside, pausing, waiting to see what he’d do.
My tongue kept working, circling the head of his cock, and my finger slid in deeper. He was hot, tight. I moved further, searching until I found that spongy, throbbing spot.
I pressed into it and sucked him, hard, and he let out a cry, louder than I’d ever heard. That was all the encouragement I needed.
I kept going, sucking him harder and harder, my finger rubbing his prostate, working him until he was shaking.
“Esme, fuck! Esme!” he shouted, as his cock thickened in my mouth.
I could tell he was about to lose it, so I sped up, wrapping my other hand around him and squeezing while I sucked, my tongue flicking over the tip at the same time.
“ESME! Fuck yes!”
He was thrashing now, hips jerking up and down, and then everything just stopped. His whole body locked up, and he came hard, cock pulsing against my tongue, filling my mouth with that hot, tangy taste.
I slowed down, swallowing every last drop, my movements softening as I milked him until he had nothing left.
Then I let him go, grinning, and crawled back up to him. I watched as his eyes opened, all dazed and happy, pure satisfaction written all over his face.
“Did you like that?” I murmured, a little breathless.
He laughed, short and deep, and caught my cheeks in his palms, kissing me hard. His tongue curled against mine, hot and hungry, and for a second, I forgot everything but the taste of him.
When I pulled back, I found myself grinning down at him. “That’s a yes, then?”
He groaned, dramatic, a hands-over-face mock agony.
“That’s a very enthusiastic fuck yes, darling.” He snatched my hand, pressed it between his thighs, and my eyes went wide at how hard he still was, the pulse of him unmistakable. “Can you blame me? Look at what you do to me, Esme.”
“Good,” I shot back, mouth already open to meet his lips again.
He rolled me under him, that body of his all warmth and weight, sliding against me until I shivered.
He nudged against my center, finding me soaked, ready and wanting.
His lips didn’t leave mine, not once, as his cock, thick and pulsing, slid into me.
Our hips met somewhere in that impossible space between his body and mine, colliding and rolling together in perfect, mindless rhythm.
It was like we were made for this: to move as one, to lose ourselves in the same desperate need, to find relief tangled up in each other.
Aidon’s cock was huge. There was no other way to put it. Every inch of him stretched me so wide I thought I might break, and the harder he fucked me, the wetter I got.
It was filthy, the way I drenched his length, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of it. I needed more.
A moan escaped me, raw and loud, but he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing me. His tongue pushed deep, searching for mine, tangling and tasting while his cock drove in even farther, almost too much, but I craved every second.
He held me so tight I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began. His hands were everywhere, claiming, greedy. I let go, letting the pleasure take over as he fucked me slow and deep, again and again, each thrust winding me tighter until I thought I’d come apart.
My hands dropped to his ass as he fucked me, and I couldn’t get enough of the way his muscles flexed beneath my palms, dragging him in even deeper.
He groaned, and the sound was almost a growl, sending a shiver through me. His cock thickened as he slowed down. He pulled away from my mouth and, when I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me.
With the lights from the Strip flickering across his face, he almost looked unreal.
I grinned up at him, and he shifted his hips, the head of his cock hitting my G-spot so perfectly I lost my breath for a second.
My eyes shot open at that, and a slow, smug smile spread across his face. He did it again, and I gasped, spreading my thighs wider, giving him all the access he wanted.
“I love to see you feel good, Esme,” his eyes flashed.
“You make me feel amazing, Aidon. Please don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Never,” He groaned. His cock slid out of me, slow and deliberate. I watched him, watched the way his gaze never left my face.
Then he pressed his cock against my ass, waiting.
“Aidon,” I hissed, every muscle tight.
He leaned in. “Let me give you the same pleasure you gave me.” His eyes searched mine, questioning. My mouth fell open. A shock of raw, greedy want burned through my body.
I nodded, bracing myself for the pain and the pleasure.
It always went together. He caught my reaction, and his eyes lit up, like he was beyond thrilled to see me ready.
Then he pushed forward, just a little, and the tip of his cock slipped past that tight ring. I sucked in a breath, and he stopped, waiting for my signal, like he was determined to prove he could be patient.
The sting hurt, but then it faded, and I nodded again, opening my thighs wider. I even lifted my hips, wanting him inside me with such desperation.
He moved like he was afraid he’d break something.
Inch by inch, he kept going until I was squirming under him, filled up by his cock, all of me stretched around him.
It was intense. The way he filled me was almost too much, but not enough to make me want him to stop. If anything, the pressure made everything feel better, especially the pulsing in my clit.
I reached down and circled it with my fingers, like that’d help me handle how big he was. It did. Not that he got any smaller.
I sucked in a breath, so damn relieved he was taking it slow.
The way he moved gave me time to adjust to his size, and I was grateful for that. His eyes were locked on me, flicking from my fingers working my clit up to my face, then back down again.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Esme. Are you going to come on the end of my cock, baby? I love watching you work your clit like that. Fuck, keep going, baby. I love watching you come. You’re going to make me explode inside you just from looking at you.”
“Aidon, my god,” I gasped, my eyes going wide as he thrust faster.
The sensations rolling through me were wild and filthy and wicked. I clenched around him, and he let out a low moan.
His eyes darkened, crackling with pure, unfiltered lust. He fucked me deep and slow, and it was perfect, every stroke hitting just right.
Deep, rolling waves of pleasure curled inside me, pressure building until I thought my nerves would snap. Every thrust of his cock lit up some wild new center in my brain I didn’t even know existed. My fingers sped up, chasing the rush. I was right at the edge, his cock pulsing, driving into me, hard enough I felt the press of his hips against me.
“Fuck, Esme, I can’t hold off much longer, baby.” He buried his cock so deep inside that it was almost too much.
His words shattered me. My orgasm detonated, pussy clenching hard around his thick cock, my body shaking, hips jerking up into him. I moaned, aware of the noises I was making, writhing under him as wave after wave crashed through me, each one somehow better than the last.
He slammed into me, fucking me through my orgasm until my eyes rolled back in my head. When I went limp, I just let him hold my hips up, his hands tight, determined. He kept thrusting, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping onto my bare chest as he moved over me.
I stared up at him, searching his face, desperate for something. Everything inside me was a mess, a whirlwind, a tornado, impossible to untangle. But in his eyes? I found it.
All of it. The things he tried so hard to hide.
The uncertainty. The honest-to-god naked hunger.
All those feelings…
He didn’t bother to cover them anymore. They were right there. Raw. Vulnerable. Almost sweet, in a weird, sincere way that hit me harder than anything else had all night.
I smiled at him, drowning in the same flood of feelings, hoping he could see it, too. That he knew I was right there with him.
Always had been.
I was just as scared. Maybe even more. Too fucking scared to ever say the words out loud, or even admit they were there at all.
He leaned down and kissed me again, softer this time, his cock still driving into me, and something in me just…broke.
Not in a bad way. More like all my walls just gave up and collapsed, and we were drowning in the mess we’d made together, our own little fucked-up orchestra playing somewhere deep in the back of my mind.
Our bodies?
They were singing, like a bunch of angels or gods or whatever, except the thing we worshipped was the feeling of it, the pleasure, and how it made everything else disappear.
Aidon’s cock throbbed inside me, and he moved faster, chasing his release, and my nails left angry tracks down his back, not that he seemed to care. He dropped his head to my shoulder, hips moving like he couldn’t even stop himself.
“Yeah, Aidon, fuck, yes,” I said, rocking my hips up to meet his, and then another orgasm hit me so hard I thought I might pass out.
It rolled through me, wild and sweet, and I wanted to stay in that river of sensation forever.
And then, with every push, every desperate thrust, I felt him lose it, hot and messy inside my ass, and that was it.
I shattered, lost in pleasure.
“Yes. Yes.”
The two of us clutched each other with a desperation I’d never known, our bodies jerking and shuddering as pleasure crashed over us, unfiltered and raw.
We were both left panting, chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat.
I melted into him, my head pillowed on his chest, just listening to the wild, uneven beat of his heart and letting his fingers drift through my hair.
There was a hush in the aftermath, the kind of quiet that wrapped around you and made you feel…safe. Warm.
Like the world outside couldn’t touch us here. I let out a deep breath, my fingertip tracing random patterns through the fine hairs on his chest while he held me.
Peace. That’s what it was.
Real honest-to-god peace, a kind of comfort that made everything else in my life feel like a distant second.
For once, we’d found a way to drown out all the noise and exist, the two of us, together. It was like we’d carved out this tiny, sacred space where we didn’t have to fight or hide or prove ourselves to each other.
And after this?
After this, I didn’t think we could ever go back to being adversaries, always pushing and pulling and trying to get the upper hand. Something fundamental had shifted between us.
Deep down. Past skin and bone and muscle. I welcomed it with every part of me. It was right. It was easy. It was…fuck, it was healing.
For the first time, it felt like we were on the same side.
Not just allies in some war against Rhea, either. Something more than that.
I stayed there, stretched out across his chest, rubbing gentle circles over his skin and wishing the night would never end. And for once, I wasn’t scared. Not of Aidon. Not of how I felt.
Not admitting that, maybe I was human after all, and I had needs, and those needs included him and every wild, addictive thing he made me feel.
I wasn’t naive. I knew it wouldn’t be simple. We still had enemies. We still had danger waiting for us, lurking around the next corner. None of that had changed.
But now, for the first time, I could imagine a future that didn’t terrify me.
But these feelings? These emotions zipping between us? No doubt about them. I’d never been more certain of anything in my life. And I had a pretty strong hunch Aidon felt the same way.
A dozen conversations were waiting for us. Maybe more. All those words we’d left hanging in the air, unsaid, would have to come out.
In the back of my mind, I knew I’d have to tell this beautiful man how much I loved him, how much I needed him with me, walking through this insane world. He needed to know what he meant to me. And, hell, I needed to hear it too.
Clarity was important. We couldn’t keep going without saying it. The silent thing was fine until it wasn’t. Left too much space for confusion. For hurt.
Soon, I told myself, but not right now. The time would come when we’d be ready to say it aloud, every single thing that needed to be said.
For now, I was fine just in his arms, floating in the quiet afterglow only our bodies could make together.
I listened to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing, my cheek rising and falling against his chest. I wondered what he was thinking, but I wasn’t about to ask.
I kept my thoughts locked down and just let the silence settle for a while.
He broke the silence. His voice was so low, it almost didn’t register. I looked up, caught off guard by the emotion shining in his dark, beautiful eyes.
“Esme, this wasn’t about Rhea, was it?” he asked, tone too casual to be casual.
“What do you mean?” I played dumb. It never worked on him. Not anymore.
“This is about us,” he said, all certainty and no hesitation.
I swallowed. Hard.
The words hovered between us, awkward and heavy, and for a second, I almost panicked.
If I agreed with him, what was I copping to? The old Esme would’ve spiraled.
Run a mental lap around this for hours. But that wasn’t me anymore. Not really.
Everything had changed. The space between us crackled with something new, something raw.
