16. Dagon

16

DAGON

M y heart pounds in my chest as I wait in an uncomfortable silence for my declaration to be acknowledged. Callista's eyes widen considerably.

On any normal day, I'd take into consideration the massive bed behind her, but now all I can see is her. I stare at her, my words hanging over us.

I love you.

I wait and the seconds tick by until finally, her lips curl into a smile.

"I love you, too, Dagon."

The echo of Callista's response rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and settling within my heart. There's a soft light in her eyes, a tender shimmer that speaks volumes more than any words ever could.

She steps towards me then, the distance separating us disappearing as though it never existed and leaving only a tender intimacy that transcends the physical.

"Dagon," she whispers my name again, and it sounds like a prayer on her lips, a plea to the gods for some divine intervention. Her hand reaches up to trace the line of my jaw, her touch electrifying, her gaze intense. Each second under her touch feels like an eternity.

"Callista," I breathe out, staring into her eyes that are filled with so much love and tenderness. Our love story has been anything but ordinary, with trials and tribulations we've both faced.

I take her into my arms, pulling her close against my chest, feeling the rhythm of our hearts beating in sync. Then, I lean down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. It's a dance between tongues, a battle between hearts.

Her hands, once relaxed at her sides, roam to grip my hair and pull me closer. In response, my hands rest upon her slender waist, holding her close against me.

The world outside our little bubble doesn't exist. The only thing real is Callista and I, sharing not just a moment but a lifetime of love in one heartbeat.

And then I pull away. Not because I want to – gods know I don't – but because it's necessary. Because it's part of what we have become.

"I have to punish you."

Her eyes widen right before I tear her clothes off her body and toss her onto the bed. I pry her legs open and lean over her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. "This is your punishment," I say, my voice soft but firm in the silence that follows.

Her breath hitches as I trail my fingers down her body, each touch simmering with fevered intention. Each look promises more than mere words can convey. Her gaze meets mine and I see it there, that definitive spark of understanding. This isn't just about retribution. It's a testament to our unyielding bond.

Her lips part to say something but instead, she lets out a gasp. I smirk at her reaction, taking it as an invitation to explore further. I navigate the landscape of her body, leaving no stone unturned, no secret untouched.

"There's one thing you need to know," I murmur, interlacing our fingers above her head. "You're mine, Callista."

The most subtle of nods acknowledge my vow and the words themselves hang heavy in the air – a permanent imprint of our connection in this universe.

And then, with the shared knowledge of our truths humming in the background, we lose ourselves to each other - basking in the glorious union that is us.

As we continue down the rabbit hole of our shared desire, there's a wild look in her eyes, something of belonging and surrender together. It inflames me with an untamed longing, a craving that transcends the realms of physical need.

"You're mine too, Dagon," she murmurs, her voice barely audible amidst our labored breaths. The words send me over the edge.

With no barriers left to break or boundaries to cross, we move against each other, two bodies burning with shared flames. The line separating us blurs to nonexistence. It's not just Dagon and Callista anymore, it's us intertwined in this sacred dance of love and lust.

My fingers trace paths down her body as if it were a map to my salvation, and they find their way to her pulsating center. Her body shudders at my touch, a sweet gasp escaping her lips. I grin against her mouth as I return my kisses along the soft contours of her neck.

"Dagon," she breathes out, but I am already lost in the rhythm of our bodies. I can feel her building towards that peak – I can feel it within myself too – but now isn't the time.

I pull back slightly, just enough to watch her eyelashes flutter close and that familiar frown creases her forehead. "Beg for it Callista," I instruct softly into her ear as my fingers continue their tantalizing dance over sensitive flesh.

She refuses at first, a stubborn streak lighting up those otherwise soft eyes. But eventually, she caves in, her need overcoming her pride. Not that I have any intention of giving in. She won't find release any time soon. This is her punishment. I'll drive her wild.

My tongue finds the bundle of nerves between her legs and I flick it hard. Callista arches her back, a strangled whimper escaping her lips as I continue the maddening dance of my tongue. Her legs tremble around me, but I hold them steady. "Dagon, please," she begs again, and it's the desperation lacing her voice that makes it all so sweet.

The room is filled with the smell of her, intoxicating and overwhelming. The silk sheets bear witness to our escapade, crumpled and forgotten under us. My name becomes a litany on her lips, a plea for mercy - for release. But I am not merciful tonight.

With each flick of my tongue, each lap at her heated center, I watch as she gets more lost in this dance of desire. Her fingers run wild through my hair, bringing me closer in a silent plea that I intentionally ignore. Each denied climax makes her whimpers turn into pleas, filling the room with a symphony of our intimate connection.

Her breath hitches in her throat as I plunge two fingers inside her, her body spasming beneath me with the sudden intrusion. But I don't stop. Instead, I move faster, licking and biting while my fingers move inside her torturously slow.

"Dagon!" she cries out, but there's no release. It's all heat, need, and an unyielding edge right there within reach but never grasped.

The denial is exquisite torment on both ends. For every wave I deny her, I feel it tenfold. My own body yearns for release alongside hers but this game of control is intoxicating in its own right.

Just when she's about to lose control and come, I stop and force her onto all fours where I enter her roughly from behind. Her gasp fills the room, the sound raw and animalistic as I push into her. Her body tenses, then relaxes, shaping itself around me in a perfect fit. Her hands grip the velvet upholstery of our bed for support as I pull back only to push in deeper.

I take her hair in my hand, yanking her head back until I can see the unshed tears glisten on her long lashes. She's beautiful like this, wild, desperate, and completely at my mercy.

"Dagon," she whispers again. Not a plea, but a surrender, her voice shaky and breathy.

The rhythm is brutal. No delicate touches or lingering kisses. Just raw desire taking control as it crashes through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. My fingers dig into her hips, anchoring us together while I continue to pound hard against her.

Her breaths come out in short pants now, an erratic rhythm matching the fast tempo of our bodies colliding. Each breath is followed by my name falling from her lips like a silent prayer. A prayer I am too far gone to answer.

My eyes roam over the landscape of her body. The curve of her back, the swell of her hips meeting mine with every drive, and the reddening palm prints decorating her ass. She is mine to touch. Mine.

She begins to tremble beneath me, a sign of what's soon to come. But I don't grant that release to her just yet. The beast within me howls with pleasure from denying both of us what we want most.

Instead, I slow down my pace till it's an unbearable crawl – each stroke deliberate, filled with agonizing restraint. The slow movement causes her to whimper, a sweet, almost painful sound that rattles through me. Her body tenses once again, but I don't grant her the relief she seeks. Not yet.

Her thighs tremble around me, tiny quakes sending shivers up my spine and echoing through cocky grins and heavy breaths. I let go of her hair, only to trail my fingers down her spine – feeling the ridges of every vertebrae beneath heated skin. Her back arches at my touch, a silent invitation for more.

The room is filled with the scent of our union, musky, rich, and inviting. Each whimper from her lips only fuels my desire to continue this dance of raw passion and intoxicating control.

I pull out completely, leaving her empty before filling her once more in a slow, punishing drive. A guttural cry escapes her lips, filling the air with pure need, pure primal carnality.

"Dagon," she calls again, a plea wrapped in surrender and peppered with desperation.

My hand slips from her back to grip her waist again, a sign that our game is nearing its end. The slow rhythm morphs into an urgent pace as the thrill starts to claw at their edges once more.

Her noises become sharper now as she offers herself entirely to me, raw and unrestrained. She's close – so close - to the edge, to the precipice that promises divine pleasure. I know she's nearing it as her gasps grow louder, her grip on the bed sheet tightening.

"Please," she whispers, this time a begging plea, a voice laced with delicious desperation.

But I am unwilling to give in, not yet. My rhythm keeps its torturous pace while I revel in every twitch, every whimper, and every shiver that runs through her body. The ecstasy of this power is intoxicating - being able to control her pleasure... and her pain.

My eyes drink in the sight of her underneath me, all flushed and glowing. Her golden hair is fanned out across the pillow below her head, forming a halo around the face twisted in yearning. Her breasts move rhythmically with every breath she takes, peaks hardened with anticipation.

A low growl builds up in my throat as I feel my own climax building, slow and deliciously torturous like a menacing storm slowly brewing on the horizon. My grip on her waist intensifies, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh.

Her back arches off the bed again, pushing against me with an urgency that sends shivers coursing through my spine. "Dagon," she cries once more.

The release is wild, chaotic and untamed as it floods through my veins. I bury myself deep within her one last time, losing myself completely in the warm abyss of our satisfaction.

After what feels like hours lost in a haze of pleasure, my grip slackens around her waist and I collapse onto her.

Slowly, the world begins to fade back into focus, blurred edges sharpening under the golden hue of dawn creeping through the drawn curtains of our boudoir.