Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

H elheim

Aria

I pulled in a shaky breath, looking warily at the king. He was being exceptionally kind today and it was making me a bit tense. When I'd seen him in the bedroom waiting for me after I'd come out of the hidden passageway, I'd expected him to be angry and lash out, perhaps spank me again, but he hadn't. Instead, he had been the perfect gentleman.

Sure, he made me change in front of him, but he had already seen me naked, had already torn my clothes off me himself, had already had his cock down my throat, had already had his mouth latched onto my clit as I screamed for him while he made me come over and over again.

My face heated as my thoughts continued down their wicked path. I licked my lips, staring down at my spoon as I scooped another bite of stew and put it in my mouth. When I finally got control of myself, I lifted my gaze to meet his.

"Before I go with you, I have a question," I began.

"What is it, little thief?"

"What is your name?" I asked, my voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at me.

He leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. For a moment, I thought he might refuse to answer, but then he nodded slowly.

"I will give you mine in exchange for one piece of information about you."

I frowned, my curiosity piqued. "What do you want to know?"

His eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "Who gave you the marks on your back?"

I froze, the memories flooding back in an instant. The pain, the humiliation, the rage, all of it. I took another deep breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

"The Sun King," I said softly. "He's the one who did it."

The Dark King's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing.

"Tell me the story. I want to know everything."

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "My father was killed by the Sun King for stealing to feed the poor. My mother was taken as a slave in the noble household as punishment, leaving me to fend for myself. When I was caught trying to steal food, the Sun King had me beaten as a warning to others."

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "The Sun King will pay for this," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. "It doesn't matter now. What's done is done."

"No," he replied firmly. "It matters. You are mine now, and no one harms what is mine without consequences."

I stared at him, trying to figure him out. Despite the darkness that surrounded him, there was a part of him that cared. It was confusing, but it was also strangely comforting.

"You said you would tell me your name," I reminded him, my voice soft.

He nodded, his expression softening slightly.

"I did, didn't I? Hades. My name is Hades."

"Hades," I repeated, tasting the syllables on my tongue.

He leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. His violet irises seemed even more intense, circled by a ring of dark purple and mottled with flecks of silver and lavender. They were really quite beautiful.

"Thank you," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You're welcome, little thief."

He finally stood, offering his arm to me. I hesitated for a moment, then took it. His grip was firm yet somehow still gentle. In silence, he led me out of the dining hall and into the dark, winding corridors of the castle.

As we walked, Hades guided me through various rooms. The first room we entered was a grand hall, its high ceilings etched with intricate carvings and crystal chandeliers that cast a soft, eerie light. The walls were lined with tapestries, their colors faded but still vibrant.

"This is the Hall of Memories," Hades explained. "It holds the history of Helheim, from its earliest days to the present."

I gazed at the tapestries. There were scenes of great battles, of heroes and villains, of love and betrayal. Hades continued to lead me through the castle, showing me rooms filled with treasures and artifacts from distant lands, chambers full of opulent furniture and rich fabrics, and even a grand ballroom, its marble floors polished to a gleaming shine.

Next, we walked through a garden enclosed within the castle walls. Unlike the lush, vibrant gardens of Sungard, this one was filled with dark, twisted flora that seemed to thrive in the perpetual twilight of Helheim. Strange, glowing flowers emitted an eerie light, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly iridescence.

"This is the Garden of the Damned," Hades said quietly. "It is a place of reflection and solitude, where the souls of the departed can find peace."

I marveled at the beauty and strangeness of the garden, feeling a sense of calm wash over me despite the darkness that surrounded us. There was a sense of tranquility here, one I didn't quite expect.

When he finally guided me toward the grand castle gates, my curiosity grew in leaps and bounds. The heavy iron doors creaked open, revealing the sprawling landscape of the realm of Helheim beyond.

The sky looked like a swirling painting of dark purples and deep blues. Twisted, leafless trees with gnarled branches stood like silent sentinels amidst the rolling hills and jagged mountains. The ground was covered in a thick, misty fog that clung to everything, giving the impression that the very air was alive with shadows.

Glowing lakes of an ethereal, ghostly light dotted the terrain, their surfaces shimmering with a sort of luminescence. Lightning pierced through the air far in the distance, lighting up the mountain peaks that spanned along the horizon.

It was a hauntingly beautiful scene.

Hades stopped at the threshold, turning to face me. "There is something else I want to show you," he said, his voice low and intense.

Before I could ask what he meant, he stepped out into the open, his human form beginning to shift and change. I watched in awe and fear as his body elongated and grew, his skin transforming into gleaming black scales that shimmered with a deep purple sheen.

As his body expanded, the dark scales spread like a rippling wave, each one catching the soft light and reflecting it back in deep, iridescent shades of purple and black. The scales were as smooth as polished obsidian, yet I knew they were as hard as the strongest armor, impervious to almost any attack.

His wings were vast and powerful, stretching out with a span that could easily overshadow the largest castle towers. The membranes between the bones were thin yet sturdy, like a fine fabric woven with threads of shadow and night. When fully extended, the wings created a canopy of darkness, casting a foreboding shadow over the ground below.

Hades' head was long and angular with sharp, menacing horns that curled back from his brow. His snout was elongated, and his nostrils flared as he breathed, releasing small puffs of dark smoke into the air.

Sharp, jagged spines ran down the length of his back. His tail was long and sinuous, ending in a barbed point that could strike with lethal precision. His claws were massive, each one as long as a sword and sharper than a blade.

As he moved, his muscles rippled beneath the scales. There was a lethal grace to his movements, each step a display of controlled strength as he peered down at me from far above.

I swallowed hard.

Gods…

His massive frame filled the courtyard, and the power radiating from him was palpable. His blazing violet eyes locked onto mine, and then he did something unexpected—he lowered his enormous head, his body sinking closer to the ground, as if inviting me to climb onto his back.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, but my curiosity won out.

Summoning all my courage, I stepped forward and grasped one of the jagged spines running down his back. The scales were cool and smooth under my fingers, their texture like polished stone. I pulled myself up, finding footholds between the spines, and settled onto the broad expanse of his back. The ridges and spines provided a natural grip, and I clung to them tightly, my heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

In a powerful, fluid motion, Hades spread his massive wings outward. The air around us almost seemed to tremble as he prepared to take off. I tightened my grip, pressing myself closer to his back as his wings beat the air, creating a strong downdraft that sent dust and leaves swirling around us.

Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, Hades launched into the sky. The castle and the ground quickly fell away beneath us. The wind whipped past me, and I held on tightly to the spines along his back, my fingers gripping the rough edges as we soared higher and higher.

The landscape of Helheim stretched out beneath us. From this height, the beauty and desolation of the realm were even more striking. We soared through the twilight sky, and for a brief, exhilarating moment, I forgot about everything.

This was incredible.

Hades' powerful wings beat rhythmically, each stroke propelling us further into the sky. The wind roared in my ears, and the landscape below transformed into a blur of shadows and eerie lights.

We flew over dark forests, twisted mountains, and glowing lakes. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of earth and the faint, metallic tang of magic. Despite the inherent danger of riding a dragon, I felt a strange sense of freedom and awe.

As the flight continued, I began to relax slightly, my grip on his spines loosening as I took in the breathtaking views.

It was mesmerizing.

After what felt like an eternity of soaring through the twilight sky, Hades began to descend. The ground rose up to meet us, and I noticed we were approaching a secluded area surrounded by towering cliffs.

Nestled within the rocky terrain was a steamy hot spring, its waters glowing with a soft, luminescent light. The steam rose in delicate tendrils, creating an almost mystical atmosphere. There was a black sandy beach next to the lake and I looked longingly at it, wondering if it would feel good to bask on the beach in the moonlight and then soak in the lovely water.

Hades landed gracefully at the edge of the hot spring, his massive frame settling onto the ground with surprising gentleness. I carefully climbed down from his back, my legs trembling slightly from the adrenaline and excitement of the flight. The air here was warmer, and the sound of the bubbling spring was soothing.

"This place is beautiful," I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away from the glowing water.

Hades transformed back into his human form, his violet eyes still gleaming with that otherworldly light.

"It is one of the few peaceful places in Helheim," he said quietly. "A place where I come to think and to find solace."

He approached the edge of the spring and knelt down, his fingers trailing lightly over the surface of the water. A strange, almost sad expression crossed his face.

I hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and knelt beside him. My fingers joined his, the water warm and inviting. It was quiet, the only sounds the soft bubbling of the spring and the gentle rustling of the breeze through the trees.

I looked over at him.

"This spring has been here for as long as I can remember. It's one of the few places in Helheim that hasn't been touched by the darkness that pervades this realm. It's a reminder of what once was, of a time before the shadows consumed everything," he began, his voice soft, introspective even.

I watched him carefully, sensing that there was more he wanted to say. He didn't look at me, staring at the water and watching the steam rise up into the air.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Helheim was once a place of great beauty and light, ruled by my father, a wise and benevolent king. But power, especially the kind of power that comes from being Dragonborne, is a dangerous thing. It can corrupt even the purest of souls," he said with a soft sigh.

He paused, his gaze distant as if lost in memories. "When I was young, I was idealistic, full of dreams of making Helheim an even greater realm. But I was also na?ve. I fell in love with a mortal woman, a kind and gentle soul. Our love was forbidden, yet we defied the rules. For a time, we were happy. But such happiness was not meant to last."

"What was she like?" I asked gently, wanting to understand more about the man he had once been.

He smiled faintly, a bittersweet expression. "She was… everything. Kind, compassionate, with a strength that belied her mortal form. She had a way of seeing the good in everything, even in me. When she laughed, it was like the world lit up. She believed in a future where we could be together, where our love could bring peace between our worlds."

His voice grew softer, filled with longing. "She used to tell me that love was the strongest magic of all, stronger than any spell or curse. I wanted to believe her. But when she betrayed me, it felt like that magic died, too."

I felt a lump in my throat, the sadness in his words stirring something deep within me. "Maybe that magic isn't gone. Maybe it's just… hidden, waiting to be found again."

"Maybe," he said simply, his head dropping a little as a pensive look crossed his features.

"What happened to her?" I asked, wanting to know more.

Hades' expression darkened, a mix of pain and bitterness flickering in his eyes. "The other kingdoms saw our union as a threat. They feared the power that our combined bloodlines could wield. But what they didn't know—what I didn't know—was that she had already betrayed me before they even made their move. She was working with them all along. They offered her safety, a life of luxury, in exchange for my downfall. When she turned against me, it shattered everything I believed in. I was blindsided, and in my grief and rage, I unleashed a darkness upon Helheim that has never lifted." His voice grew bitter, his eyes hardening. "That darkness is what you see now. It is what I have become."

My heart twisted at the raw emotion in his voice. "It wasn't your fault, Hades. You were betrayed by someone you loved, and you acted out of that pain. Anyone would have."

He looked at me, his eyes softening slightly, as if my words touched a part of him that had long been buried. "Perhaps. But the consequences of my actions are mine to bear. I have ruled Helheim with an iron fist ever since, driven by the need to protect it and to ensure that no one can ever hurt me or my realm again."

I hesitated, then asked, "Do you think there's a part of you that still holds onto who you were before all this happened?"

Hades looked away, his expression pensive, a shadow of doubt crossing his features. "I don't know. Sometimes, in moments of quiet like this, I feel a flicker of that old self, the one who loved and dreamed. But it's buried so deep that I question if it even exists anymore."

I reached for him, wanting to touch him. I didn't understand what was happening between us, but as much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn't bring myself to go to such lengths. Maybe there was more to him than I'd originally thought. I chewed my lip and edged closer to him as I placed my hand on his arm.

He didn't flinch, nor did he look at me, and I trembled, realizing how close we were.

The tension between us was almost tangible.

The warmth of his skin beneath my fingers sent a shiver up my spine. My heart pounded in my chest as I edged even closer, my gaze locking onto his profile. There was something vulnerable about him in that moment, something that contrasted sharply with the fearsome king I had come to know.

"Hades…" I whispered, not even sure what I wanted to say.

My eyes flicked to his lips for a brief, unguarded moment. The air seemed to thicken, every breath harder and harder to draw into my lungs than the one before it.

His eyes darkened as he caught the shift in my gaze, and before I could second-guess myself, his hand shot out and grasped the back of my neck, pulling me toward him.

His lips crashed into mine, the kiss urgent and demanding. It was as if all the pent-up tension between us was released in that single, electrifying moment.

My hands instinctively moved to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palms. The warmth of his body, the strength in his embrace—it was all too much. I pressed closer, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I returned the kiss with equal fervor.

The world around us seemed to fade away, the glowing hot spring, the gentle rustling of the breeze—all of it drowned out by that fervent kiss. His mouth moved over mine, devouring me, possessing me, owning me in that moment.

Before I knew what was happening, his tongue tangled with mine. His arms tightened around me, his body pressing closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only served to fan the flames of desire burning within me.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, our foreheads resting against each other's.

"Aria," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't know what this is, maybe it's the mate bond, but I can't deny it any longer."

"Mate bond?" I asked and for a moment, a bit of a sheepish expression crossed over his face.

He sighed, his hand still resting on the back of my neck. "It's a connection that forms between two souls destined to be together. It's something ancient, something that goes beyond mere attraction or affection. For dragons, it's a powerful bond, one that binds us to our mate for life."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "You think we have that bond?"

Hades nodded slowly, his eyes searching mine. "I felt it the moment I first saw you."

I tried to process his words, my mind whirling over the possibilities of what he was saying might mean. "But why me? How could I be your mate?"

He stroked my cheek gently, his touch sending fiery tendrils of pleasure straight to my core. "I don't know why fate chose you, Aria, but it has."

The weight of his words settled over me, a mix of awe and fear. "So, what does this mean for us?"

"It means that we are bound together for the rest of our lives," Hades said softly.

"Why are you being so forthcoming with me?"

"Because you're in my head, little thief, and despite everything I've done to try to prevent it, I can't seem to stop it," he said quietly.

I sat in silence for a moment, absorbing his words. The reality of the idea of the mate bond settled over me like a heavy blanket. I should have hated it, hated the fact that fate had bound me to the Dark King, to a man who ruled a realm of shadows.

But the truth was I didn't.

As I sat there, my thoughts drifted back to the moments we had shared. Hades had been more than kind to me, in his own way. His actions were not those of a tyrant, but of someone who longed for connection, for something else, perhaps even love.

Maybe, just maybe it was me he longed for.

My heart panged with emotion, and I tried to push it down. I was letting myself get swept up in all that was him and I turned back to face him. His eyes bore into mine with a blazing heat.

The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch. It was as if he could see right through me, past my defenses and into the depths of my soul. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was no malice in his eyes, only a raw, unfiltered desire.

"I should have punished you for breaking out of the bedroom without permission. Those passageways aren't safe for you," he said softly.

"Maybe you should have," I retorted, not really certain where that spark of courage had come from, but my core pulsed with desire anyway. He cocked his head, studying me with that soulful gaze that now seemed to glimmer with a sense of aroused amusement.

Before I could react, his lips were on mine again, kissing me hungrily. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I pressed myself against him. The kiss was a blur of lips and tongues, his hands roaming over my body, his grip tight and possessive.

I moaned softly, desire pooling in my belly, the aching throb between my legs growing stronger with each passing second. He traced his fingers up the length of my arm as his other hand curled around the back of my neck.

Roughly, he turned me back around and unlaced the back of my dress, loosening the stays bit by bit until he wrenched it open. In a rush, he wrapped his hands around my waist and bodily lifted me out of the dress. It fell to the ground beneath us.

He lifted his shirt up and over his head and tossed it aside beside my gown and I got a good look at him. His muscular chest and abs were a work of art. His skin was smooth, his muscles perfectly defined. I took him all in, the way his hips flared and the thick, impressive bulge underneath his pants.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling the end of the strap through the buckle and slipped it free. Then he folded it in two before letting it hang by his side.

"Come here," he demanded, reaching out toward me. I hesitated, staring at the belt, and then meeting his eyes. There was no anger there, however, simply raw, unwavering heat.

I wasn't afraid. I wanted to go to him.

Gulping, I stepped forward and allowed him to take my hand, feeling a wave of arousal wash over me. His skin was warm and his grip firm, sending a thrill of excitement through me that had my core tied up in knots.

He lifted his foot and placed it on a large rock beside him. In a flurry of movement, he yanked me up and over his thigh. I shrieked, suddenly balanced precariously over his leg. He was so tall that neither my hands nor my feet could reach the ground.

I felt so exposed. In this position, it felt like my pussy was on complete display. I pressed my thighs together, trying to hide, but I knew it did no good. To make matters worse, I could feel my own arousal as my legs slid against one another. I whimpered, embarrassed and aroused and altogether too impossibly needy.

For a moment, I seesawed back and forth, and I shrieked again, fearful my face might smash into the rocks beneath me. In a rush, I curled my fingers around his ankle, holding on for dear life.

"I've got you, little thief. You can trust me," he said softly, and I realized in that moment that I did.

Then he laid the belt across my bare cheeks, and I snapped my lips shut, my eyes opening wide.

Oh, gods.

This was suddenly very real, very fast.

"Wait!" I protested, but that didn't stop him. Instead, he just yanked the belt away from me and brought it back down.

The first lash didn't just take my breath away. It stole it.

An arc of pure fire bloomed across my backside, the pain so acute that I gasped and lurched forward. But his strong hand held me firmly in place, my torso dangling over his muscular leg. I could feel his arousal pressed against me, hard and insistent, and I was surprised by the flood of wetness between my legs.

He whipped the belt down again, this time striking my upper thighs. The air surged right out of my lungs as a much stingier line of blazing flame radiated across the backs of my thighs, but then he paused, trailing the belt across my punished skin teasingly slowly.

The anticipation was killing me, and the desire pooling in my center was only making things worse.

He struck me again, this time a bit higher up on the back of my thighs. It stung like nothing I had ever felt before, the pain shooting straight through me and settling deep in my core. I drew in a breath, trying to contend with the sting, but it was almost too much to bear for a long second.

Soon though, it quelled into a simmering burn that smoldered and sank deep into my core. A wave of pleasure soon followed, and my clit pulsed so hard that I nearly pitched forward, but true to his word, his hold kept me right where he wanted me.

My breathing was ragged, and I could feel the pulse between my thighs pounding with each lash. I was both embarrassed and ashamed of the wetness there, knowing he could probably see it glistening all over my skin, and my heart pounded in my chest.

"Hades," I breathed.

Another strike, this one right at the curve of my ass.

A strangled cry left my throat.

"My belt leaves such beautiful marks on this bare little ass," he purred, and I blushed, clenching my cheeks. I still felt a bit bashful about how exposed I was, but he didn't let me dwell on it for very long.

He didn't wait for more than a few seconds. Then he lashed me again and again. The sting was becoming more and more unbearable, and I writhed against him, thinking that maybe I couldn't take much more of this, but then he stopped again, this time to graze his fingers up and down the backs of my thighs, his touch leaving trails of fire in his wake. Then his fingertips glanced over my pussy, and I gasped, a surge of heat shooting straight to my clit.

Gods .

What was he doing to me?

The next few lashes were lighter, a warning almost, and then he struck me again, the blow harder than any other he had given me, but it didn't hurt as much this time. In fact, it jostled my cheeks in a way that a wave of pleasure arced through me, fiercer and more intense than any of the ones before it.

My body quivered, and I bit my lip, trying not to moan. I couldn't believe how impossibly aroused I was.

Several more lashes of the belt licked my bare ass, but they no longer hurt very much at all.

In fact, it was almost pleasurable.

He paused, and I felt the strap trace the curve of my ass, then slide between my thighs. The tip of it nudged against my clit and my inner walls clenched so tight that I almost came.

"Please," I whined.

He chuckled, and then without warning, he began to lay into me again. This time, he was relentless. Blow after blow fell against my ass and the back of my thighs. My eyes burned, and I could feel the tears threatening to spill, but still I did not break.

Instead, a floating sort of sensation spiraled through me, and I took each one with grace. My fingers tingled and my toes curled, and the rest of the world fell away for just a little while under the lash of his belt. Before too long, I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure.

The chances of anyone being nearby were slim, but if they were, they were certainly getting an earful and an eyeful. Heat raced up my neck onto my face and I arched my back. A particularly harsh strike lashed on the lower curve of my bottom, and I cried out. It hurt, but it also felt really good.

My pussy ached, and I could feel the wetness seeping from between my thighs. I had never been this aroused in my life. My fingers tightened around his ankle and my legs trembled just a little bit, my bare ass on fire and my pussy even more ablaze. He didn't give me any time to recover, the next strike landing across my ass and my upper thighs. Several more peppered my bare cheeks and I squealed out loud. I chewed my lower lip, needing more.

"I think this bright red ass is well marked enough. It's time I finished your punishment with my cock," he growled, his voice husky and deep and everything I needed in that moment.

My pussy clenched hard.

He shifted his leg, and I was lifted upright and back onto my feet. He turned and scooped me up into his arms, and I clung to him like my life depended on it. His gaze burned with desire, and I could see the raw, primal need reflected in those soulful violet irises. Then he reached down and freed his cock.

Like the first time, the sight of it was jarring. It was huge, far more massive than I remembered, and I whimpered softly enough that I was certain he couldn't hear, but when he smirked, I knew that he did.

Then all of a sudden, he was pressing me down until I was flat on my back on the soft sand of the beach beside the lake, his body on top of mine. My punished ass pressed into the ground, and I hissed, the pain reigniting in an instant. Then his cock grazed my hip, and I stiffened, suddenly nervous.

I'd never taken a man before. I'd heard rumors that it might hurt, that sometimes it wasn't enjoyable for a woman, and my legs tensed around his hips, but he didn't take me right away.

He stopped for a moment and stared down at me before he reached for me and brushed a stray hair off of my face. It was tender and sweet, and his gaze softened, something akin to affection swirling in his irises, or at least, so I thought.

I reached up and pressed my hand against his chest, his heartbeat thrumming beneath my palm.

I don't know why, but I felt like I could trust him, that maybe he would make it good for me.

"Aren't you going to finish my punishment?" I ventured and his eyes blazed with heat as he stared down at me.

"Naughty girl. A whipping with my belt wasn't enough for you? You need me to punish you with my cock, don't you?" he purred, and my core did somersaults deep in my belly.

I swallowed and nodded, and his gaze darkened even more.

"It's going to hurt, little thief, but I think you need it to, don't you?" he said softly, his voice hoarse, rumbling with his own desire.

His cock was so hard against my hip that I could feel it throbbing.

I wanted to feel it inside me, filling me up. I wanted him to fuck me and show me just how hard I could come all over his cock. I wanted the Dark King to take me as his over and over again until everything else faded away.

My clit pulsed with hot sensation and my legs tensed for the briefest of seconds before I relaxed them. He slid his hand between my thighs and grazed his fingers over my pussy, and my breath caught. His touch was gentle and teasing, but the effect was electrifying. A tremor ran through me, and my heart raced.

"I—" I tried, but he spoke first.

"This soaking wet little pussy tells me everything I need to know," he purred, and then he angled his hips backwards, pressing just the tip of his cock to my entrance before he stilled.

I swallowed and looked up at him. He stared down at me, his expression a mix of desire and hunger. I could feel his cock throbbing against my opening, and I sucked in a breath.

The thing was he was right.

I wanted it to hurt. I wanted him to punish me. I wanted to come so hard that I questioned my very own name.

He slid a hand around the back of my neck and tangled his fingers into my hair, and the sharp prickle made me gasp.

Then, in one fluid motion, he plunged his cock inside of me.

My body stretched and yielded, a white-hot burst of pain arcing through me as he tore through my virgin barrier. It was a thousand times worse than his belt, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My whole body stiffened, revolting against the massive size of his cock.

It filled me completely, and I felt like I was being split in two.

My breath came in ragged gasps. He stayed there, his cock buried deep inside of me, his eyes locked onto mine. He didn't move.

With a whimper, I slowly realized that the pain was beginning to fade. In its wake, however, was an even stronger surge of pleasure that threatened to take over my entire being. I was hyper aware of every inch of his cock, of how tightly it stretched my inner walls, of the way it throbbed deep inside of me.

The pain gave way to a dull, burning ache, but my passionate need was already mounting.

I wanted more. Needed more.

I needed him to fuck me.

To fill me.

To own me.

To make me his mate.

The realization hit me hard, and I bit back a moan. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the ache in my core was impossible to ignore. The pain never truly disappeared, but soon enough, the pleasure brewing in me was too much to bear and I rocked my hips, suddenly desperate for him to move.

A low, feral growl reverberated in his throat.

The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and my inner walls clenched hard.

Without warning, he began to thrust, his hips slamming against mine, his cock plunging deep inside of me with each stroke. I cried out, but the sound came out as a strangled moan and my inner walls fluttered around his cock. The way he was fucking me, rocking his pelvis back and forth, was rubbing my clit in such a way that I almost lost control right then and there, and the sounds escaping my lips were embarrassing and lewd.

He continued to pound into me, his pace relentless, and I slid my hands around his neck, and down onto his well-defined shoulders, gripping him as he drove into me, over and over again until I was on the edge of something truly great.

He leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of my neck, his breathing harsh, his own desire clearly taking over. His mouth found my skin, and his teeth scraped over my throat and down the length of my clavicle.

I could feel the heat building within me, the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter, until I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a cry, I exploded, my climax crashing over me in waves. I threw my head back and arched my spine, inadvertently taking each stroke deeper. He groaned, the sound muffled by my skin, and I came that much harder.

"Such a naughty girl," he growled.

"Yes," I moaned. "Punish me."

Wave after wave of red-hot bliss burned through me, surging through each one of my limbs all the way to the tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers. His rhythm was relentless, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic, his breathing growing more ragged, but he didn't slow down.

He just fucked me harder.

Each thrust slammed his pelvis into mine, almost like he was spanking me with his body. I whimpered and moaned, every punishing stroke forcing my climax that much higher into the sky.

He growled again, his grip tightened around the back of my neck, and then his violet eyes burned into mine. He leaned in and his mouth collided with mine, the kiss almost bruising.

Then he bit down on my lower lip.

Hard.

I cried out, but he didn't relent, instead waiting until my body stiffened and then relaxed, demanding my full surrender. When he finally pulled back, he drew his teeth over the bite, causing a flare of pain to swirl along with the pleasure whirling through me. My head was so far up in the clouds that it only resonated as a dull ache.

I came so hard that stars danced behind my eyelids and when it finally started to quell, I knew another one wasn't far off.

His thrusts grew faster, more frenzied, and the tension within me began to build once again.

He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit and pressing down on it, and I screamed as another powerful climax slammed into me, even harder than the last. He didn't slow down. Ruthlessly, he continued to fuck me, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes. My body was trembling, my inner walls convulsing, and yet, he showed no signs of stopping.

My orgasm burned through my veins as my inner walls clutched at his cock, throbbing over and over again until they clamped down around him. He groaned, but he didn't stop moving. His fingers continued to torture my clit and I thrashed beneath him. He didn't relent.

Wildfire burned through my veins, hot and blazing and altogether too intense. The pressure was unbearable, and I screamed his name, pleading for him to give me some reprieve, but he didn't let up.

Instead, he fucked me harder.

"This pussy was made for me," he snarled.

"Oh! Oh, please," I begged.

I wasn't even sure what I was begging for. I was on the verge of something amazing, something truly great, and yet I found myself pleading for mercy anyway.

His teeth found the skin at the side of my neck, and he bit down again. The pain was sharp and fierce, and I gasped, but my inner walls clenched hard knowing I would bear his mark for days to come.

His pace slowed a bit, each stroke powerful and deep. My body simmered with heat. I dug my nails into his back and pulled him closer, relishing the weight of him on top of me.

"Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl," he praised, and my heart stopped.

"Oh, gods," I moaned.

I writhed beneath him, each stroke sending me that much closer to the edge. He nipped at my earlobe, and I squealed, the sharp sting bringing tears to my eyes.

Then his fingers pinched my clit, and I detonated. A scream tore from my throat, and the world shattered around me, exploding into a million fragments. My hips rocked and I took each stroke deeper, my orgasm intensifying as the tip of his cock struck a place inside me that drove me wild. I shook, my body convulsing.

When I thought I couldn't take any more, I could feel him swell inside of me. His thrusts grew even faster, even more powerful, his grip on my neck tightening.

Then, with a roar, he came, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot his seed deep inside of me. Each spurt was as hot as the blazing sun and I thrashed beneath him, my own climax rocketing up into the clouds and throwing me into a free fall that seemed never ending. It was so powerful that I thought I might lose consciousness, and when I finally came back down to reality, his arms were around me and we were still lying in the sand.

"There now, there's my good girl," he murmured. He rolled onto the sand and lifted me so that I lay on top of him. His cock was still hard inside of me, and he rocked his hips gently, drawing out the last few remnants of our shared orgasm.

My breath hitched and I sighed, relaxing against him, our bodies spent. I was utterly exhausted. He brushed his fingers through my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. We lay like that for a long time, our breathing slowing and our hearts beating in time.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, his cock still buried deep inside me.