Chapter 245(R18+)
Zaeryn didn’t hesitate. He pushed off the chair, following her down the hall.
He didn’t even let her make it to the bed. He caught her by the waist just inside the bedroom doorway, spinning her around and backing her up against the wall.
His hands went straight for the hem of her tight crop top, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion, carelessly dropping it to the floor.
Her heavy, bare breasts spilled free, her nipples instantly pebbling in the cool air of the room. Zaeryn leaned down, taking one hard peak into his mouth, sucking wetly as his hands hooked into the waistband of her leggings.
Daphne gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he shoved the tight material down her hips and thighs. She stepped out of them, completely naked, and immediately reached for his waist.
She pushed the soft sweatpants down his legs, kicking them aside until he was just as bare.
With a hungry look, Daphne backed up toward the massive, sovereign-sized bed, falling backward onto the dark, high-thread-count sheets.
Zaeryn followed her down, caging her body between his arms. This time, there was no frantic urgency. The brutal, adrenaline-fueled pounding from the shower was replaced by a heavy, lazy, agonizingly slow rhythm that felt incredibly intimate and filthy all at once.
He settled between her spread thighs, the head of his cock glistening with her slick arousal, a thick pearl of wetness beading at the tip. Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling, breaths mingling.
His hips rolled forward, the blunt crown nudging her swollen folds, spreading them wide without actually entering her. Her pussy was drenched, creamy wetness coating her inner thighs.
The kiss deepened, tongues sliding together as Zaeryn’s hips pressed flush against hers.
The slow movement of his dick against her pussy without entering her was deliberate, maddening, every inch of friction drawing a low moan from Daphne’s throat.
She arched beneath him, nails raking lightly down his back as he broke the kiss.
Finally, he pushed his hips forward. The obscene stretch was visceral. Her dark pink flesh yielded, straining around his girth as he sank deeper, inch by thick, glistening inch. A choked moan tore from her throat when he bottomed out, her walls fluttering in a tight, milking squeeze around his shaft.
"Goddess," Daphne breathed out against his lips, her eyes fluttering shut.
Her voice was raspy, completely stripped of any of her usual clinical control. She rolled her hips up to meet him, her slick inner walls clenching around him in a tight, desperate squeeze that tried to milk him instantly.
He withdrew almost entirely, only the swollen head remained, stretching her entrance, then slammed back to the hilt. The wet schlick of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room. His pelvis ground hard against her clit with every thrust, the rough friction drawing sharp, keening whimpers from her.
"Better?" he asked, biting her lower lip.
"Don’t stop, " she demanded softly and sensually, legs locking even more around him, forcing him deeper. "Just like this....."
The rhythm was brutal in its slowness: each withdrawal left her clenching around emptiness; each plunge filled her to the brink, his cockhead hammering that tender spot deep inside her.
Her juices slicked his balls, dripping onto the sheets with every filthy, measured stroke. The air thickened with the scent of sex, musky and primal, as her thighs trembled, her body coiled tight on the edge of release.
Silk sheets snarled around their legs. All that existed was the slap of skin, her choked and uncontrolled moans, and the slick, rhythmic thrust-grind-retreat that left them both shaking.
He watched her unravel, eyes rolling back, back bowing, as he thoroughly ravaged her.
The tension in her body finally snapped. Daphne’s nails bit hard into Zaeryn’s shoulders, her breath hitching in a sharp, suspended gasp.
"Zaeryn..." The name tore from her in a raw, broken moan. "I’m.... Cumming,"
He knew. He felt it. Her slick, swollen walls convulsed violently around his shaft, a desperate, rhythmic clenching that gripped him like a wet fist. Hot cream gushed around his cock, drenching his balls and thighs in a sudden flood of her arousal.
He didn’t speed up. He drove deeper: one final, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt and locking his hips flush against hers. Pinned and impaled, Daphne shattered.
Her spine arched off the silk sheets, every muscle straining as a ragged scream ripped through the room. Her cunt clamped down in relentless, pulsing spasms, milking him, squeezing him raw as orgasm tore through her. Juices streamed down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them, her inner walls fluttering like a starving mouth.
The sensation obliterated him. The slow, controlled rhythm shattered.
Zaeryn snarled, a guttural, animal sound, and pistoned into her. Three rapid, brutal thrusts: smack-smack-smack. Skin slapped skin, her slick flesh yielding obscenely with each plunge. Her cries pitched higher, oversensitive and raw.
"Fuck!" The word ripped from his chest, raw and primal.
On the fourth thrust, he bottomed out and froze. His cock swelled, throbbing inside her as blinding heat erupted. Thick, scalding ropes of cum pulsed deep into her spasming channel, jet after jet filling her already drenched core. She whimpered, her walls weakly fluttering around him, milking every last drop.
He collapsed, crushing her into the mattress, his face buried in the sweat-drenched curve of her neck. Daphne clung to him, trembling, her breath hitching against his shoulder. The air hung thick with the musk of sex: sweat, spent arousal, and the tang of his release.
Silence took over for a moment. Only their worn out breaths echoed in the dark, heavy, shattered, alive.
Zaeryn’s heavy weight pressed her into the mattress, but Daphne didn’t try to push him off. Instead, she shifted slightly, her arms tightening around his neck. She tilted her head, her lips finding the damp skin of his jaw before trailing up to capture his mouth in a slow, lingering kiss.
It was incredibly soft, a sharp contrast to the raw, visceral intensity of what had just happened.
Zaeryn kissed her back, his body still on top of hers.
When Daphne finally pulled back, her violet eyes searched his face in the dim light.
"That was the best one yet," she murmured, her voice still thick and breathy. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, though her eyes held a sudden, heavy weight. She traced her thumb lightly over his lower lip.
"Seriously," she added, her voice dropping into a breathless, almost reverent whisper. "You could conquer the world with that thing, Zaeryn. If you wielded it like you just did with me... honestly, what woman wouldn’t surrender to experience what I just experienced?"