Page 231 of Kneel Before Me

Kronos thrust slowly. Methodically.

He fucked her the way he did everything—with intention and care—and Daphne breathed through it all, gripping his shoulders tightly as he angled his cock even deeper.

“You’re so big,” she whispered.

His eyes met hers. “Is it too much?”

She shook her head. “No.”

It was not too much; it could never be too much. If anything, it was not enough. Daphne wanted him to fill her, to thrust until they were one being instead of two.

His fingers found her clitoris, rubbing it rhythmically as his cock slid in and out. Daphne moaned in time to the motion, arching her back and pulling him closer. When his lips found hers again, she drank him in like wine, tasting his tongue as if it were her own. His hand was still behind her neck, holding her in place, keeping her right where he wanted her.

“Kronos,” she whispered between kisses. “I want to be on top.”

Without a word, he rolled so she was on top of him, her legs on either side of his hips.

He looked incredible from this angle. Daphne knew she did too. From here she could see every inch of his torso—rippled with muscle and taut beneath her palms. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling how warm he was, dispersing tiny wisps of smoke as she did so. Kronos touched her too, caressing and cupping her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. Daphne moaned at the contact, unable to contain her pleasure. It felt sinfully good. No one could touch her like he could; no one could elicit such joy.

“Mén zeseré,” Kronos whispered as she rode him. His hand found her throat. He squeezed.

It felt as if they were born to do this, like they were finally where they were supposed to be. Anyone Daphne had fucked before Kronos had simply been practice for this moment, right here right now. She moved her hips slowly, tilting them at the perfect angle, rubbing her clitoris at the same time. The stimulation was overwhelming. Daphne was an exposed nerve—a raw, open, beating heart. A hiss filled the air; Kronos’s pupils were completely black. Daphne wanted to crawl inside them—to fall deep into their depths and drown in them.

“You feel so good,” she gasped. “So—”

He squeezed her ass with both hands, taking her breath away.

“Kronos.”

His hand dipped between her legs, covering hers. They touched her clitoris together, pushing her toward the edge.

Daphne was close now.

Kronos was too—she could hear it in the desperation of his groans, see it in the sweat that coated his skin. But she wanted to draw it out, to enjoy this infinite moment with him. So she slowed her motions, rolling her hips languidly, watching the way his body reacted to hers. She sat up straight, showing him every inch of her body, displaying herself for his eyes alone.

“I have wanted you for so long,” Kronos whispered.

She smiled. “Was I worth the wait?”

“Infinitely.”

His pulse was beating in his neck. Daphne leaned forward to touch it, brushing her fingers over the tendons beneath his skin. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

She smiled wider. It felt unbelievable to be above a man like this—to be on top—to be in charge. Daphne had never been anything but a girl. But tonight, in this moment, she was a queen. All she knew was his cock inside her, his body below her. All she felt was bliss.

“Kronos.” She looked him in the eye. “I want to come.”

The air grew even warmer. Kronos’s hands returned to her hips, gripping her tightly, pulling her forward at a purposeful pace. “I will give you anything you want.”

Daphne splayed her palms on his chest, adjusting her posture so that she could control her rhythm. Then she rode him in earnest, no longer going slow. The moment she began to move, Kronos moved too, thrusting from below so they were locked in perfect rhythm, working together the way only two people who loved each other could. Sweat pooled between his abs. Scales spread over his chest.

“Let me—” he gasped. “Please let me—”

Daphne barely heard him. She was too focused on her own pleasure, which was building in her relentlessly, starting in her core and reaching all the way to the tips of her fingers.

“Daphne,” Kronos moaned as he thrust. “Daphne, Daphne, Daphne—”