Page 56 of King of Rage

“Oh my God, please wait,” she gasped, attempting to pull her legs away as the overwhelming sensations left her gasping for air.

But he only spread her legs wider, seeking deeper access, and his fingers continued their relentless rhythm until another wave of ecstasy washed over her.

“Ahh… Hahh! Hahhh…!”

She collapsed onto the bed, unable to support herself, as he climbed over her from behind.

She felt the weight of his body aligning with her entrance, and exhaustion from the pleasure coursed through her, rendering her unable to lift her back to look at him.

Slowly, he slid his shaft into her, inch by inch, drawing sharp breaths from her as her body writhed beneath him. With each thrust, he stretched her wider, driving into her with increasing speed and intensity, eliciting cries of delight.

Though she fought to regain control, the roughness of his grip on her hips made it impossible. He thrust in and out with a primal urgency, sending shivers through her body.

Lucius was both fierce and tender as he moved, the thick, hard length of him filling her so deeply that she struggled to breathe. He pulled out momentarily, only to let his hand fall to her hip, delivering a sharp slap that ignited her senses further.

“Mmmhmmm… Hahh… Ahhh…” Stella struggled to catch her breath as he shifted their positions, and the pressure of his relentless movements left her gasping for air.

He slid beneath the bed, the soft scent of the room intensified by the darkness that enveloped them. His body pressed against hers, and she felt his lips on hers, but the words he uttered were lost in the haze of sensation.

Despite the overwhelming intensity, she found herself instinctively guiding her hips, sliding up and down his length, feeling the roughness of him filling her repeatedly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, yet the more she tried to regain control, the more breathless she became.

He was nearing his own release, pulling out only to plunge deeper inside her once more. A cry escaped her lips as she collapsed against his chest, feeling the weight of his relentless pursuit.

He gripped her hips, driving into her at a measured pace, surrendering completely to the rhythm they created together. But as he grew more forceful, she struggled to contain her cries.

“Oh my God, please, I can’t take it!” she gasped, her body instinctively trying to escape the mounting intensity. Yet he pressed on, hitting the deepest parts of her before withdrawing and thrusting again with renewed vigor.

As fatigue began to settle over her, he climbed over her again and again.

“Ah… Ah… Ahhh…!” Her cries intensified, each one swallowed by the darkened space around them.

The night stretched on, and she felt herself losing the ability to breathe, her voice melding into the shadows. She bit down on the pillow, stifling her sounds as his fingers danced where his mouth had been, until she could no longer tell where one sensation ended and another began.”

***

Stella woke when she felt a pair of arms tighten around her. Still groggy with sleep, she shifted against the warm body behind her and turned her head to see who was lying beside her.

For a moment, she simply stared.

Lucius was lying next to her, his body pressed against hers, one arm wrapped securely around her waist. His face was peaceful in sleep, his dark hair falling messily across his forehead.

Then the memories of the previous night came rushing back.

Stella's eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, her body tensing beneath the sheets.

‘Oh, God.’

She had done it again.

Despite everything that had happened between them, despite the anger she had carried toward him and the reasons she had sworn to keep her distance, she had given in the moment he was near her.

‘What is wrong with me? Why do I always forget that I'm supposed to be angry with him whenever he's around me?’

She bit her lower lip and glanced at him again.

Lucius was still asleep, looking entirely too comfortable in her bed. The sight of him only made her more flustered.

‘Maybe he won't remember what happened last night. Maybe we can just forget about it and move on.’