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“Aurelius, I don’t know,” I said, two very different feelings settling in. The first was unease, like lava in my gut, churning uncomfortably. And the second was anticipation, drumming in my heart. Where my body wasn’t sure about this, my heart undoubtedly wanted it.
I was torn.
Which one should I trust?
Golden eyes held mine.
“Trust me,” Aurelius spoke softly, reading my mind. His hand slid over my cheek, gently caressing it. His immense warmth seeped into me, comforting my uncertainty. He tugged his bottom lip into his mouth and ran one sharp tooth over it, slitting it on the side. He lowered his mouth to mine, golden ichor pooling in the cut. “Taste me. I promise, it will help.”
Somewhere, deep down, the mortal part of me knew this was probably a very bad idea, but the goddess in me was begging for a taste. And when I recalled that tasting Aurelius’s ichor was something Von had warned me not to do, it made my decision that much easier.
I took his bottom lip into my mouth and sucked, feeling his divine nectar spread over my tongue. He tasted incredible—like rich honey, but without the sweetness so you could drink it forever and ever. It was quenching, fulfilling, and so incredibly . . .
“Oh,” I moaned, the word drawn out across my tongue. My breasts became full, and my sex throbbed. My body was begging to be touched.
I didn’t need to ask, because Aurelius immediately started tending to my needs, his fingers and the heel of his palm stimulating me. “Ichor can be used as an aphrodisiac,” he said,kissing my lips. “It stimulates your sexual desire.” He pressed a third finger inside—a pinch of pain sounding at my entrance.
I yelped, but all I wanted was more. I bucked my hips against his hand, feeling the power of his ichor take me in one sweeping wave—until I was wild with desire.
I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked until my body rolled with pure ecstasy. I didn’t need a specific memory to know that I had been deeply addicted to this once upon a time—that was a truth I could feel in my bones. I was an alcoholic that had gone years without a drink, but now I was taking my first sip.
I wanted more—neededmore.
He withdrew his fingers from me, and, grabbing hold of his length, he positioned himself at my entrance. “Look up, princess,” he commanded. “I want you to look in my eyes as I take you.”
I met his gaze and my breath all but buckled in my chest.
Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, sinking himself inside me, inch by incredible inch. I squirmed beneath him—caught between my insatiable rapture and the wicked, sharp pains of being stretched beyond reason. Even losing my virginity had not hurt nearly this bad, but the taste of his ichor, it kept me there, enduring.
When Aurelius had nearly sunk himself to the hilt, I cried out.
He captured that cry with his mouth, kissing me, and giving me more of his ichor—using that orgasmic nectar to counteract the pain of being invaded so thoroughly.
He pulled himself out, and I physically felt my walls cave in—stuttering at the size and loss of him.
“Hold on to me, Aurelia,” he commanded softly.
I wrapped my arms around him, my eyes going starry when he drove himself into me without giving me a chance to adjust.
With time, the pain began to subside, replaced with something I could only explain as pure, incredible bliss.
“Oh my gods,” I rasped to the dark night sky.
“Are you praying to me?” He chuckled, nipping at my quivering lips.
Then he pulled out and expertly flipped me over, onto my knees. My skirts flipped up and he plunged back inside, picking right up from his fast tempo. He reached around and worked that spot that made my toes curl, while his cock struck the spot inside that made me moan with pleasure. His fingers dug beneath the collar, pulling on it tightly as he pounded into me. Over and over again.
The combination of his stroke and his ichor—it all became too much, and my orgasm overtook me. It was strong and sweeping, enough so that it made me feel as though I might collapse.
When I was finished, I became all too aware of how sensitive I was—how uncomfortable and swollen. With each thrust, it became even more sensitive until I was ready to squirm my way free—even the ichor he had given me couldn’t chase away how utterly raw I felt. But Aurelius held me there and continued to buck as he chased after his own release.
When he came, the mighty god tipped his head back and bellowed at the twinkling stars above.
Warmth shot into me at the release of his seed. I could feel it dripping beneath me, pooling with my own.
After, he picked me up and carried my quivering frame inside.
“You are so incredibly beautiful, Aurelia,” he whispered as he laid me on the bed, kissing me.
