CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39 - 18+

(Mature Content Ahead!!!)

With hunger pulsing in his veins, Zeenare pressed his lips on Rhea as his tongue gently asked for entrance. She parted her lips, giving him access, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, thrusting against hers.

The throbbing in her head cleared at the contact of his lips, her heart rising at the feeling of his touch. Her hands wrapped around his neck, stroking his soft, wavy hair.

Zeenare swirled his tongue within hers, savouring her every taste, but the hunger boiling in his blood wasn’t satisfied, not even close. His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her closer, his other hand curling possessively around her waist.

That same hand drifted lower, gliding along her side until it reached her thigh. Rhea’s knees inched together instinctively, but when his touch grazed her skin, a soft, involuntary moan slipped past her lips. Her hips lifted slightly to meet him, welcoming her need.

Why is it that every time he touches me, I forget how to breathe?

His fingers continued upward, slow and precise, tracing heat into her flesh until they lingered against the soft, thin barrier of her panties. Her breath hitched, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Then his fingers pressed against the drenched heat at her core.

I shouldn’t want him... I can’t want him, I know it. But I do. I do. I want him so bad right now.

Rhea moaned into his mouth, clutching at the solid muscle of his arm behind her neck as if she might drown without him.

Her grip on the mattress tightened when his fingers slid beneath the fabric, stroking her sensitive flesh before pushing two fingers against her clit. Her breaths came in sharp, hurried gasps, each one deeper than the last.

If I let him in... will I ever get him out again?

Without warning, Zeenare lifted her effortlessly, settling her on his lap. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him in. His hands made quick work of peeling the blood-reeking dress from her body, the soft rustle of fabric mingling with her ragged breathing. In one fluid motion, he unpinned her bra.

The cool air of the room swept over her bare skin, and her nipples tightened instantly, begging to be ravished.

Rhea unconsciously moved her head, creating more space for him as his lips melted against the skin on her neck, trailing from the curve of her shoulder to the line of her collarbone, until his mouth found the swell of her breast. His tongue and lips teased the hard peak until she trembled, her body reacting as though each touch was electric.

Rhea quivered, her core tightening in demand at his touch. His lips sent chills down her spine as his teeth grazed her nipple, kneading it. His spare hand fondled her other breast.

Every touch, every flick of his tongue, every warm drag of his lips sent a wave of heat straight to her centre. Her stomach churned with want; her core tingled and pulsed.

God, why does he feel like this? Why does my body keep betraying me?

"Put it in," she begged breathlessly. "Just put it—"

Rhea let out a deep moan as her plea broke, desperately clinging to Zeenare’s neck when his mouth left her nipple, only to claim the other one with the same hunger he had for the first. Soft, tiny breaths spilled from her lips.

"You are not ready enough to receive me yet."

He laid her on the bed, her knees up. He positioned himself between her thighs, hovering over her, trailing his lips down her tummy as his hand fanned her skin like a feather.

He laid her back on the bed, her knees bending instinctively. Hovering over her, he let his lips wander lower, skimming over the smooth plane of her stomach. His hand fanned her skin lightly, like a feather brushing over every sensitive inch. Zeenare lifted his gaze to her as he got between her thighs, but his lips then went back to her core.

His hot breath oozing on her core, Zeenare turned to her far thigh, worshipping every spot, his other hand squeezing the flesh between her inner thigh and slit, sending waves of tiny static forces from her core into her brain.

Zeenare’s gaze lifted to hers for a heartbeat, an unspoken warning glinting in his eyes—then his lips descended to her core.

He spread her thighs wider, forcing her open, and buried his face between them.

"Oh shit!" Rhea cursed, her voice breaking between breathless moans.

Rhea’s mind reeled. Her body was excited; she hadn’t experienced anything like this. All she wanted was for him not to stop, and at the same time, to fill her up.

Zeenare’s tongue slid through her folds, gliding over the swollen, sensitive flesh. His fingers teased her clit, pressing and circling until she gasped. He tasted her greedily, like a man starved, his lips swirling against her while his tongue dipped inside her, pushing her higher.

"Fucking shit!" She breathed, her voice shaky, her legs trembling, her hips rocking to match his pace, her back arched. Her hands were on his head, pressing him deeper, her head tilted back.

He’s too close, too deep, too much, and I don’t want him to stop.

"Please don’t wai—" Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as he thrust his tongue deeper and scraped his teeth lightly over her clit. The shock sent her body snapping tight, her legs clamping around him. Her body stretched, her feet curled, shaking violently, clenching tight on the mattress and pillow.

When he finally pulled away, his voice low, his gaze softened as he brushed her hair from her face. "Let it out. Let it all out," he murmured, as he stood over her.

Even as his cock throbbed painfully and every nerve in his body demanded release, his blood roared in his ears, adrenaline burning in his core.

Her taste... fuck, I could live here and I need more

.

"Shhhhh," he soothed the still-trembling Rhea. "It’s only going to get better from here on."

I hate how much I crave him. I hate it. But please... don’t stop.

He released his cock, stepping between Rhea, his erection twitching as he stepped closer between her legs. His grip tightened on her thigh before he dragged her toward him, positioning her right where he wanted her.

With every sound she makes... It’s like I own her more. Like she’s accepting to be. Mine.

The blunt head of him pressed against her entrance. "I’m going in," he warned, his voice dark and certain.

Rhea hummed faintly, her mind fogged and eyes hazy.

"Fuck... Pumpkin," he groaned as he pushed into her. "You’re still so fucking tight."

Her brow furrowed, her breath shattering into a moan. "It’s too big."

"Calm down. Calm down now," he coaxed, claiming her lips again. His teeth nipped at her mouth, his fingers teasing her nipples as he sank deeper into her.

I can’t get enough. I want to thrust hard, so hard, that I can reach so deep with her. I want her to be one with me and I one with her. I want to melt inside her, to reach her soul and swallow her whole. I’m going crazy. "Ah...shit. I need more of you! Rhea."

"Please...wait! Sl...ow down, please. Mhm."

He placed his hand underneath her head, driving his head to her face, clashing his lips onto hers hungrily, desperately in need to quench this taste and hunger with her.

I should slow down... no. I can’t. I won’t.

"I...I...I...I can’t take this anymore," she managed.

He slammed into her as he picked her from the bed, her legs on each side of his arm around his waist.

Look at her. Falling apart for me. She doesn’t even know how deep I’ll take her.

"Mmm, Pumpkin." He moaned, feeling his cock clench from the tightness of her core.

"Damnit. You are clenching too hard." He growls. "You are going to snap me into half."

His teeth found her shoulders as he attempted to bite into her, but held himself, allowing a groan as he came.

She was made for me—every inch of her, mine to claim.

She let out a loud moan, trembling in his arms, then everything went quiet. She passed out.

"Mine. She’s mine. No one else will ever touch her like this. And there’d be no going back from it now, Rhea."

Zeenare gently placed her on the bed, before stalking g into the bathroom and came out with a bow and a cloth.

He brushed her hair from her face as he wiped down on her skin, from her neck to her arms, and her thighs.

Then tucked her in.

"Othimiseget Odios here." Zeenare telepathically instructed.

"The wizard, Sir?"

"Do you know of any other Odios?"

"On it. My apologies for the momentary hindrance."

Hot soothing water cascade down his frame as he stepped into the shower.

Something is different about Rhea in this life and I need to find out. And Odios is the only option I can think of.