Chapter 16 - Emerald

His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my hardened nipples, drawing out a gasp from somewhere deep inside of me. "Starting with these perfect tits. They're begging for my attention, aren't they?"

I nod, pushing into the heat of his touch and away from the cold stone beneath me. The sensation is so overwhelming but it's also… intoxicating. I'm dizzy with it.

He leans down, his mouth replacing his thumb. His tongue, the one I've learned is made of magic over the last week and a half, is flicking against the sensitive peak before he swirls it around. I cry out, the sound so loud in the empty chapel, as he sucks and licks and nibbles, drawing out a pleasure so sharp it's almost painful.

"Cohen," I gasp, my hands straining against the velvet binding. I'm desperate to touch him, to dig my fingers into his thick hair and yank him closer... or maybe push him away. "It's too much."

He lifts his head, his eyes so dark they look demonic. The flames reflected in them don't help. "No, baby. Your body is made for me, remember? There's no such thing as too much between us." He moves to the other breast, giving it with the same attention until I'm writhing beneath him, my hips bucking against nothing.

"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for. I just know I need... whatever it is.

He smiles, but it's a feral, wicked thing. Then he's trailing kisses down my stomach, stopping just below my belly button, his hands gripping my hips. "Please what, little one? Tell me what you want." His lips brush my skin with his every one of his words and I shudder.

"I don't know," I whimper, my body painful from a craving I can't describe. Over a million words in the English language and I can't find a single one to give him. "I just... I need..."

"You need to come," he says, his voice a low growl as he pushes my thighs apart, exposing me to this holy place and the dark god kneeling before me. "And you will. On my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. You'll come until you can't take anymore, and then you'll come again."

His words are filthy, shocking, and they send a flood of heat straight between my legs. He slides down further, flinging my legs over his broad shoulders. He wraps one of his big hands around my thigh, holding me tight enough that I can't move. And then his hot tongue is on me, licking, sucking, exploring. When I try to wiggle away, he growls like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh and holding me tighter.

He alternates using his tongue and his lips, sucking until I'm tingling and shaking all over and then switching to long licks with the flat of his tongue. I cry out, completely overwhelmed, lost, mindless. I've never felt anything like this before.

"Cohen," I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth because he won't let them move any further. The stubble on his jaw scrapes along my sensitive skin and it hurts in the best way. "What are you... oh god ..."

He lifts his head, his chin glistening with my wetness. That’s still so embarrassing. My face burns at the sight of him like that. "Don't say his name," he growls, his voice raw and possessive while his grip on my thigh tightens to almost painful. "When you're with me, it's only my name on your lips. Say 'Cohen' like I'm your fucking prayer."

His eyes lock onto mine like he's daring me to defy him. The air between us crackles and sparks. I can feel his heart pounding against the back of my leg, matching the wild rhythm of my own.

Without blinking, he slides a finger inside me, and I clench around him. I'm the one to break our eye contact when my eyes roll up into my head and this time I do moan his name.

The satisfied sound he lets out sends a scattering of goosebumps across my flesh.

I may have no clue what I'm doing, but my body's operating on instinct. "It's been too fucking long," he murmurs into the slippery skin between my legs. It's so muffled I can’t be sure that's what he says because the words don't make sense. We've never done this before. "You're going to feel so good around my cock, little one. You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to love it."

He adds another finger, stretching me, preparing me, as his mouth makes a mess between my legs. He's sucking and licking until I'm a writhing, dripping, moaning wreck. The pressure builds, my body tensing as I chase something just out of reach. My breath hitches, caught in my throat as a warmth spreads from my core, pulsing with my heartbeat. My muscles clench, toes curl, and my fingers dig into the velvet ribbon as it hits, a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath, my body convulsing as I cry out his name again.

Cohen straightens, his eyes locked on mine as he drags his forearm across his face, then brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. "That's just the appetizer, little phoenix. Now you're ready for the main course. I'm going to devour every inch of you, make you scream my name until you can't remember your own.”

Uh, yes, please.

His smirk tells me in the haze of feel good-ness that I’m currently floating in, I said that out loud.

He unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off, and I drink in the sight of him, all defined muscle and smooth, inked skin, a necklace with a key on it hanging around his neck. Then he unbuckles his belt. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor echoes through the chapel and I wonder if this is the most sinful thing that’s ever happened here. He pushes his pants down, and then I see him. For the first time, I really see him. He's hard and thick, long and intimidating as I watch liquid bead at the tip and slide down his shaft.

"Do you know what this is?" he asks, his voice a low rumble as he gestures to the fluid at his tip. I shake my head, my eyes wide with curiosity. "It's called pre-cum. It's a sign that I'm really turned on by you."

I swallow as my mouth starts to water. I think... I want to lick him. I want to see what he tastes like.

My stepfather groans, his voice a low rumble I feel in my bones. "You're looking at me like you finally understand what it means to be starving," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto mine. "Like you'll die if you don't feel my cock on your tongue. But not this time. Next time, I'll let you explore. Next time, I'll have you on your knees, worshipping every inch of me with that sweet mouth. But I'm not patient enough to wait any longer to be inside you."

I bite my lip, the image of kneeling before him burning in my mind. I can't believe how much I want that, how much I want him to teach me. How did I not know that this is what I've been missing?

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I need—"

"I know," he murmurs, crawling onto the stone altar, over my body. The heat of his skin sears me everywhere we touch. "You need me to fill all those empty places you've never understood. To give you everything you've always craved."

His lips crush against mine and everything inside me sparks to life at once. This feels raw and real, like he's finally letting me see the darkness I've always sensed underneath his control. My hands fist around the ribbon as his tongue teases mine, still teaching me things I never knew about kissing, about wanting, about need.

It's the kiss of a conqueror, of a man claiming his rightful property.

Cohen is right. He's always right, and it's terrifying. I want him to show me everything. I want to learn from him. I want to give him the parts of myself I've never even seen, let alone shown to anyone else.

"This is what you do to me," he says as he breaks our kiss and I stare down between our bodies to where his hand is wrapped around his length, stroking slowly. More liquid slides down his shaft. "Every minute of every day for two goddamn years, I've been walking around with this, thinking about you. About this moment." He rubs his tip against my opening, teasing, taunting, but not giving me what I'm aching for.

"Have you thought about it?" he asks, his breath mingling with mine as our lips touch. "Did you think about me in your bed? Between your legs? What it would feel like when you gave yourself to me?" The tip of him slips inside of me but he holds himself there, just inside, his eyes on mine, his body so tense it's shaking as he holds himself back. "Do you think it will hurt?"

"I think it will," I whisper as a tear slips out and runs down my cheek. He licks it up and then he's staring down at me again.

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes," I admit, and it's not a lie. I'm terrified of the things I feel. Terrified of the fact that this feels like a breaking point. Like I'll never be able to go back. I'm scared that once I cross this line, I'll be addicted. To him.

He leans down, kissing my cheeks, the corners of my mouth. "Don't be scared, little one," he whispers. “I'll never let anything hurt you. Even me."

And then he's thrusting all the way inside of me and he's huge and I'm stretched and full, but... somehow it doesn't hurt. He's as deep inside of me as he can get, and his muscles shake as he holds himself still. His jaw is tight as he stares down at me with midnight eyes.

It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt in my entire life. Warmth spreads from my belly to my fingertips and toes, and then I'm moving, shifting my hips, trying to get him to move.

"I've waited a long time for you," he murmurs, his voice strained as I stare into his endless eyes and he stares right back. "I'm not only your first. I'm your only. Now that I've had a taste of you, nothing can tear you away from me. This isn't just a fuck. It's the end of the world and the birth of the universe. It's the most sacred of rituals, and when I'm finished, you will never look at another man again. Because you'll never crave anyone the way you crave me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whisper, because I feel the truth in his words, the inevitability. Everything has led us here, and there's no turning back.

He grips my thigh, spreading my legs wider as he starts to move, slowly at first, dragging himself out of me inch by torturous inch before thrusting back in. Each stroke is a brand on my soul.

He fucks me slowly, the stone altar cold and unforgiving beneath my back. I barely feel the icy air as I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips, needing him deeper. The sensation is overwhelming. He's everywhere. Around me, inside of me. It's magic and chaos, and it's everything I've ever dreamed of.

Losing my virginity to my stepfather on the altar of an ancient church while bound with blood red velvet wasn't exactly how I thought it would go, but I wouldn't change a single thing.

"More," I gasp, my hands straining against the velvet binding. I want to dig my nails into his back, feel his muscles moving beneath his skin as he drives into me. "I need more, Cohen."

"Greedy girl," he growls, his hands tightening on my thighs. "You'll get more than you can handle. I'll give you everything you can take, and then I'll give you even more."

His hips snap, and I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside me, sending sparks dancing along my spine. He does it again and again, each thrust harder and faster, his hips snapping in a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for breath. The sound of his skin on mine is obnoxious as it bounces off the stone walls, wooden pews, and stained glass.

"You're a miracle," he pants, his voice ragged. "A fucking gift, and I'm going to show you what it means to be loved by a man like me. By a king."

He shifts slightly, and I'm opening wider, taking him deeper. I feel the sting of his fingers as he digs them into my thigh, his other hand sliding up my body to grip the back of my neck, holding me close to his chest. His teeth scrape against the column of my throat as his hips roll so he's hitting a spot that turns me into a puddle.

"Come for me, little one," he commands, his voice a guttural growl that makes my whole body tremble. "Let me feel you surrender. Let me feel you give everything you are to me."

I'm helpless to resist, my body obeying him like he's some kind of dark god, and I'm his most devout disciple. Pleasure surges through me, white-hot and blinding, and I scream his name, my body lifting off the altar like I’m possessed as I come apart in his arms.

He doesn't let me come down. Instead, Cohen swallows my screams with his lips while his hips keep moving, his tongue invading my mouth as his cock claims every inch of me. He swallows every gasp, every moan, every whimper.

When I'm a trembling, overstimulated mess, he releases my wrists from the ribbon and lifts me from the stone altar, holding my body against his, still buried inside of me. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my thighs tighten around his waist as he carries me to the windows, his dick shifting inside of me with every step and I whimper. My back slams into the icy colored glass and I gasp.

The cold of the glass does nothing to cool my burning skin as he presses me against the window. If someone were to look out here, they'd see us, but I don't care. Let the whole world know that we belong to each other now.

"Open your eyes," he says, and I realize they're squeezed shut. My gaze collides with his and my heart stumbles in my chest. His eyes hold mine with such intensity that the rest of the world blurs away, like he's rewriting reality until there's nothing left but him and me and this moment. "Don't ever look away from me. Not when we're like this. Not ever. Do you understand?"

I nod, unable to speak as he moves inside me, his hips rolling in a relentless rhythm. I'm already sensitive from before, and the friction is almost too much to bear. He pins me to the glass with his hips, one hand in my hair, his mouth devouring mine as he starts this slow grind that has the embers inside of me sparking and flickering to life again.

He pulls out almost completely, only to slam back into me, his pelvis grinding against my clit, his cock rubbing a spot inside of me that makes me see stars. My nails dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he takes me higher and higher, his body demanding everything I have to give. And I do. I give it all to him, willingly, without hesitation.

"Cohen," I breathe, my voice a broken whisper. The moonlight pours in, brighter than it should be with all the fresh snow, and casts his shadow onto the stone floor. The leaded glass angel's wings turns his silhouette demonic with a halo of candlelight behind him. "Please..."

"Fuck," he snarls, his grip on my hair tightening, his thrusts becoming more chaotic. Then he starts murmuring, but I’m not sure he even knows what he’s saying. He’s just as lost in this as I am. "I've been saving this load for you. Just for you, baby. I'm going to fill you until it's dripping down your thighs." He rolls his hips again and my head falls back against the glass. His teeth scrape against my neck. "Until you're so full of me you'll never be empty again."

His body's dragging against that amazing spot between my legs with every thrust and I start to shake with the force of what's building inside of me. His words are only making it worse. The tips of my fingers dig into the back of his neck, his shoulder, the tops of his arms. Anywhere I can reach.

"I'm not going to stop until I've filled you so completely that you're carrying a piece of me inside you. My child growing in your belly, proof that you're mine. That you'll always be mine." His words are horrible and filthy and so, so scary.

They're also the hottest thing I've ever heard.

"Listen to me, baby. When you feel that explosion inside you, that's me. That's us. That's how we create life together."

The idea of having his baby, of conceiving a child in this sacred space with the man I love... I can't help it. It makes something feral rise inside of me. Something I didn't even know was there. An instinct to fulfill a role I was created for. To become his wife. His partner in every sense of the word.

The mother of his children.

I want that.

My orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, a blinding wave of pleasure that steals my breath and sets my soul on fire. I cry out his name, my body shaking and spasming in his arms as he chases his own release. His movements are wild, desperate and he grips the back of my neck and pulls me down onto him so hard he can’t get any deeper inside of me while my back slides against the smooth glass.

With a roar, he comes, his cock throbbing and twitching as he empties himself, filling me with his release. It goes on and on, and he buries his face in my neck, his breath hot on my skin. We cling to each other in the aftermath, our bodies still joined, his cock still hard and deep inside of me. It twitches with aftershocks and his legs shake from holding me up, but we don’t move. We stay like that for several minutes, just holding each other as we catch our breath.

There's shift in the world around us. It might sound crazy, but it's like an ancient power has given its blessing. I'm not religious, not really. But this... feels divine.

Whatever it is, there's a feeling of rightness. Of belonging.

Of two souls finally finding their way back to each other.

And when he finally slips out of me, his cum dripping down my thighs, my eyes sting with the loss of him. I try to blink back the tears but that was so overwhelming that I can't. As they spill down my cheeks, Cohen catches them with his thumb.

His rough fingers find their way under my chin and he tilts my head up. "I feel it, too. Every second I'm not inside of you is agony," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead while we both stand completely naked under the glass with our skin painted like the northern lights by the moonlight. "But I promise you, little phoenix, it will be like that every time. You will never regret giving yourself to me. I'll spend the rest of my life proving it."