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“As much as I could destroy you?”
Fuck. Every bone in my body hardens. Every muscle in my body clenches.
Every part of me turns to pure stone as she deadpans in confrontation. “We both know what will happen, Eros. We will destroy one another. But you will return me to mortality and haunt me for the remainder of my years. Except, I am used to ghosts. I run toward them, not from them. But you…oh, gods, Eros, I will becomeyourghost…for eternity! Do you truly want to give me that power? Knowing I would possess you forever?”
She laughs. This mad little Butterfly laughs. Throws her head back and laughs like a beast inside a beauty. Fuck, she’s my antithesis, the perfect mirrored version of me. I am the beauty inside the beast.
She won. She knows the power she holds upon me and how she’s cracked my heart’s framework, got blood from the stone, and needled her way inside. She’s already possessed me body, mind, and soul. Why should I not bow to her, fall to my knees, and surrender my very unbeating heart to her?
Am I so desperate to believe she would hold it in her glowing palms and give it the kiss of life until it bleeds and beats for her to command?
No!I roar. I will not let another mortal have that level of power over me again. Not when I can make her fucking starveand gag and thirst for me. Not when I am the God of Love who can conquer this Butterfly. She will not get my heart. I’ll devour her before she can destroy me. Take her deep into the burning belly of the demon beast until she feels the fires of hell and begs for the god to love her pain away.
She won’t know what hit her. Because no greater thief will steal her heart before she can crush mine.
I will feast on her screams when I fuck her for the first time and show her how wrong she was to fall in love with the monster.
But for now? I bury my face in her pussy, devouring every wet and hungry part of her cunt. I fuck her with my tongue and write my name and her destruction. A mere flick of my tongue to her clit has her quaking in climax.
She begs for me to stop. I don’t. Not until her sex is beyond pink and puffy. Not until she gushes and squirts, and I lap up her delicious cream. Not until her little clit is fat and engorged from how much I’ve swiped it back and forth, tongued it, and tasted to my dead heart’s damned content.
By the end, she’s lost her voice from her screams. By the end, she’s passed out. Violent tremors still attack her limbs while her heart pounds.
Now, I must get to my inner chamber because I refuse to explode upon her or in her. But there is one sweet vessel I can go to. And it’s about time my traitorous self returned to her.
21
The God of Love. The man inside the monster.
ARADIA
He believes I’ve passed out.
I was close. But as nightfall bled through the windows, and the candles and firelight faded to paint pitch black all over the room, I wondered if I might catch a glimpse of him.
Why is he so opposed to showing me his true god self? Why won’t he give me the man and the monster? What happened to make him snap tonight and ravage me the way he did? So great and terrible, violent and savage.
I didn’t say no despite my begging. If he believed I truly wanted him to stop, he would have ended it from my first plea.
The next thing I know, the silk ropes binding me disappear. When I feel him hovering above me, his hot breath, I feign unconscious slumber. An even chest. Steady breath. I hope hedoesn’t notice my nipples puckering when he covers my mouth with his.
Oh, gods! It takes all my strength not to respond when he opens my mouth and growls, resonating the carnal sound deep into my chest.
A second later, he’s gone. I peek one eye open just a slit to find him still naked with that monstrous, mighty member hard and dripping with pre-cum as he faces the nearby wall. I can’t tell what he’s doing until…
Until the wall collapses! Two walls…opening to a secret passage.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I hurry. Grateful for the sheer chemise on the wall hook, I grab it and slip into the passage. Almost as dark as the room.
At the naked gargoyle rounding the corner ahead of me, I press myself up against the wall…concealed in the shadows. But he doesn’t even look back. I scrunch my brows, almost insulted until I notice him clutching the base of his cock. His wings are also hard, his back strung so tight. Why didn’t he simply come with me if he needs to get off so much?
Confusion riles within me, twisting my stomach into knots.
Hiding in the shadows as best I can, I get closer, mouth watering at the sight of his cock. So heavy and hung, he must lift it, otherwise, it would knock like a log at his lower thighs. Flutters assault my belly, thanks to how my pussy is still inflamed and starved for cock following the host of orgasms.
The passage smells musty and damp, and I wonder if it’s why he doesn’t turn to see if someone is following him. My bare feet hardly make a sound as they brush along the dust-covered floor.
I slip the sheer chemise over my head.
