36. Sorcha

Chapter thirty-six

I rested my head against the mirror, my breathing shaky. The glass was cold, making my already-sensitive nipples tingle. Zarios pulled me from the mirror and brought me to the bed.

He laid me down on my back, standing above me next to the bed. Before, I found it hot, seeing him kneel for me, but this was just as sweet.

"Give me your hands," he said.

I offered them forward, and he took them, bringing them up over my head to the headboard. Right above me was a cut out of a minotaur with horns in the headboard. He hooked my tied hands to the horns, securing me in place.

I tested the hold, wiggling a bit in place, but I wasn't going anywhere. It was high enough that I couldn't move an inch but low enough that I could lay fully on the bed.

Zarios stayed standing over me, rubbing his hand down my body, making goosebumps explode over me. His touch was gentle, skating over the ropes covering my body.

I wasn't lying when I told him that I liked the way it made me feel. I was always in control, always concerned about doing the right thing, but tied up like this, under someone I trusted, I was able to let it all go, able to allow myself to be out of control and reset in a way.

"You're so beautiful," he said, kissing the top of one of my breasts. "And brave," he said, kissing the other. "And all mine." He planted a kiss on my lips.

When he pulled back, he shoved two of his big fingers in my cunt at once, so quickly that I was barely prepared for it.

"Moons, Zarios," I cried out. I tried to wiggle around, but I couldn't move. I was stuck in place.

He soon added another finger, then another, until he had four inside me. I felt stretched so full, and then he bent his fingers up slightly, rubbing against my g-spot with intention.

"Please, Zarios, I need you." I wanted him to fuck me, to take me, to truly make me his.

"You make it so hard to deny you," he said.

His fingers pulled from me, leaving me empty. I needed to be filled. His hand wrapped around his cock as he rubbed it through my cunt, lubing up his tip.

"Do you really want me?" he asked, teasing my entrance.

I moaned, my inner walls contracting with need. "No," I moaned. "I need you."

As I said the words, he sunk into me, making me take him slowly, inch by inch. My back arched, wanting to force him in quicker, but I couldn't move far enough. His movements were slow, torturous, and oh so good. I wriggled again when his ridge popped inside me. I could feel the cold metal of his piercing, only adding to all the sensations .

When he finally bottomed out and I could feel his hips fully sink into me, I felt so full in the best way. Zarios looked at me with reverence, his gaze roaming my body. His hand came up and rubbed between my breasts down towards my belly.

He pressed a spot in my abdomen, and I could feel him rub against where his cock was nestled inside me. A whimper left my lips. It was an odd feeling, like it was moving himself from the outside.

"I can see myself in your tight cunt," he said. "It's so fucking hot."

He pulled out to his tip and sunk back in, snapping his hips once he sank in far enough. His hand resting on that spot, pushing on himself from the outside. He continued that excruciatingly slow pace. This felt different than normal, like my orgasm was building slowly, getting stronger and stronger, but the mild pace made it somehow more intense.

His hands had a hard grip on my sides as he fucked me slowly, with purpose.

"Do you like that, Princess?" he asked.

"Yes," I cried, tears falling from the corners of my eyes. "You feel so fucking good."

"So do you," he began, swirling my clit with his fingers. "I will never get enough of this sweet, tight cunt."

His fingers picked up their pace until I finally let go. This orgasm was much different than any other one I'd had. The slow build grew for so long that when it finally burst, it was the best kind of relief, the kind I wanted to sink into and lose myself in.

But before I could, Zarios was there to ground me, to bring me back.

"Moons, I love you," he said as he began to pick up the pace, his thrusts forcing my orgasm to continue.

I laid back as he fucked into me, used me. It felt like one long, drawn-out orgasm I was floating in, unwilling to leave.

Soon, he lost his rhythm and fucked into me, pushing me into one final orgasm as he fell off that cliff alongside me, pouring his seed deep in my pussy.

Once we both finished, he pulled out, our combined release pooling beneath me.

"That will never not be hot," he said as he took my hands off the hook and began to untie me.

Once I was free and we cleaned up, we laid in bed. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"I'm so glad you followed me in the woods that day," Zarios said.

I laughed. "Me too."

His hand rubbed down my back, and I settled in further. "I have something for you," he said.

I sat up. "What is it?"

He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a small black box. When he opened it, I drew a sharp breath. It was a simple gold band with a large ruby sitting right in the middle.

"What's this?" I asked.

"An engagement ring," he said. "My grandmother's. My mother gave it to me when I became Grand Clarak, hoping I would soon find a mate to settle down with. It took longer than I'm sure she wanted, but I'm glad I waited for you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I held my hand out. When he slid the ring on, it fell right off. We both looked surprised for a moment before breaking out into laughter. "I think my fingers are a bit smaller than a minotaur's," I said through my giggles.

"So it seems," he said, his deep chuckle warming me. "We can get it resized tomorrow."

"I would like that. Oh! That reminds me." I walked over to my suitcase, taking out the bag with his dagger inside. "It's not sentimental, but I saw it when we went to Mertis and thought of you."

He opened the bag and pulled out the dagger, rolling it in his hand. "I love it," he said. "It's very pretty."

"I'm glad. It's no family ring, but I still hoped you'd like it."

He leaned in and kissed my nose. "I love it, but I'd love anything you gave me."

"That's so sappy," I said jokingly.

He set the dagger and the ring aside and pulled me back into his chest. "You make me sappy," I said. "And I hope you like it, because you'll have to deal with it for the rest of our lives."

I smiled. "I'm sure I'll get used to it."