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“Do you hear that, Aradia?” He strikes again.
I groan through the chocolate, resisting every urge to snap my legs together. All my past punishments are wet dreams compared to this. Eros brings his godly expertise to each slap, riling my blood more.
“Do you hear how wet you are?” He leans in, plunging his flaring nostrils through my curls, and catches my earlobe between his teeth. When I sob, he slaps the swollen folds again. “How sloppy your cunt is for me? How much it weeps for my cock? And yet, you deny us both every gods-damned night for weeks!”
He slams his hand against my cunt, hitting my bloated clit again and again until the tender nub of nerves is howling. His palm strikes like the flames of hell searing my pussy. I focus on his crushing breaths and heavy grunts, taking some solace and thrill in how I’m driving him to this point. Like I’m feeding him, fueling him, giving him what he needs.
I stare at him as he brings the fiery heat of his hand down between my legs. The gravity of his attention on my femininity. His snarl is nothing compared to the adoration in his eyes as he unleashes his burning darkness upon me.
Deep pulsations ripple through me. I arch my spine, roll my hips, and my pulse dives into a tailspin.
He stops. Growls. Because he knew I was close to coming.
He slaps my breast, hitting the erect bud before taking himself out of his pants.
I lift my brows, but he won’t risk fucking me like this. Not when that monstrous member would rip me apart before the halfway mark.
Lowering himself to an inch above my face, Eros looks like he’s ready to devour me. I gulp, taking down the rest of the chocolate.
“You do not fear me when I am this.” He tilts his head in gesture and lifts his wings, flexing the sinew. “You do not fear this…”
“Oh!” I cry out when he rubs the tip of his huge dick to part my slick folds, putting the barest amount of pressure on my slit.
“And don’t even pretend you are too insecure, modest, or timid. Tell me now,” he commands and tweaks my nipple.
“Mmm…” I try desperately to snap my legs together, but he pinches my thigh in a warning—and spanks my pussy again. “I-I c-can’t—” My words are cut off by his mouth taking mine, crushing my lips, powerful tongue diving inside.
Then, I feel something warm, silky, and round teasing my slit from his fingers. Not entering, but he slides it up and down my inner labia before retrieving it. I’m too focused on his tongue fucking mine, writing his name everywhere in my mouth. He pauses from my lips and raises another truffle—one drowning in my juices.
My breath hitches, and Eros rubs it along my lips and commands, “Open.”
I part my lips.
This time, he doesn’t stuff the chocolate in. No, he slips it in slowly and sensually onto the tip of my tongue, not letting me close my lips. Instead, he covers my mouth with his, tasting the slick-coated truffle with me.
And when he pulls back and purrs, rumbling that vibrating purr into my chest, all of me rises, seeking him, needing him.
“I want no more ‘I can’t’. Do you know how much I want to rut you on this table?” He kisses along my collarbone, my chest, my breasts. “Do you know how I long for you every night as you slumber upon that bed? Why, Aradia? Why will you not let me give you what you want, what you’re practically gagging for?” He tortures me more, stroking my slippery lips and not the clit, embarking nowhere near my slit.
Dark memories I’ve worked to bury resurface, haunting me. I know I owe him an explanation, share with him what I have told no others. Not even myself.
Ghosts are so much simpler and more beautiful than my past.
When I don’t answer, Eros closes his teeth around my taut nipple and impales me on his fingers. My inner muscles convulse all around them. Heartbeat thrashing in my veins, I come hard and intense—tasting the erotic flavor of chocolate, his breath, and my slick cream. Something hot and wet spurts my pussy, so I know he’s come, too…spilling his cum along my pussy and thighs.
His anger is palpable, but at least his tension is lessened. Enough to right my gown. Enough for him to sit like a good broody beast while I host the tea party for the wraiths. Not that I can eat much after all those truffles. It’s also awkward with his cum drying on my thighs and pussy to a crusty layer.
Halfway through the party, I invite the wraiths to share the next dessert course and spicy tea flavor.
Until a sweet and seductive aroma drifts into the woods, so powerful, it rouses the very phantoms. As if someone bottled every form of sex and pleasure into one almighty perfume.
In less than a second, Eros is out of his chair. Wings splayed, all muscles primed, he roars at the gargoyle staff and wraiths. “Get out!”
Confusion pulses through me, but any questions get stuck in my throat when he plucks me from the ground and throws me over his shoulder.
“Eros?”
“You will stay hidden,” he growls and sets me down behind the enormous body of a weeping willow clad in layers of mist. Icy fear prowls along my spine as he directs the branches to hold me, and they coil around my body like sinuous tendrils. “You won’t come out for anything. You won’t speak. You stay quiet and concealed. Do you understand?” He grips my jaw as the branches shroud me in their embrace.
