CHAPTER 80: THRUSTING(2)

Aria simply frowned in response to what he said even as she felt him pulse inside her in a way that involuntarily made her walls contract around him which only made the smile on his face widen.

"It might feel better but it’s not gone yet!" he said even as he slowly pulled out only to thrust right in again in a way that had Aria’s lashes fluttering as she tightened her fists against the sheets even as Zyren held her gaze.

Inside her was slicker than before and regardless of his size he went in smoother than before. Aria wanted to argue but the pleasure that slowly built up as he began to move was enough to make her groaj out loud and bring tears to her eyes as she leaned back and felt him hover over her thrusting himself slowly into her like a dish he was trying to savor.

Unlike before his movements were rougher as he molded her breasts and toyed with her nipples.

"Sya my name!" he mumbled in a low voice that sounded more like a command even as he thrusted his raging member deeper into her.

Aria trembled beneath him, her breath coming in ragged bursts as the pleasure coursed through her, breaking over her body in waves so potent they left her reeling. She hated how easily he pulled such sounds from her, how completely her body responded to his. And yet—she held on, teeth gritted, nails buried into the sheets..

Zyren hovered over her,, his smile now faded—replaced by something darker.

"You fight so beautifully," he murmured, brushing a sweat-dampened strand of hair from her face. His voice was lower now, hoarse with restraint. "But you know how this ends, Aria. By the time we’re done, your body will be molded into every curve of mine!" he said even as he pressed gently over her lower belly as he filled her up to the brim.

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he dipped his head to her throat again, where her pulse still thundered beneath her skin.

He kissed her gently there—mockingly soft—before letting his fangs press in once more. She gasped, her body arching against him as he drank from her again, slow and controlled, as though her resistance only sweetened the taste.

Her breath hitched. The pleasure sharpened, intensified by the draw of blood, the way his hunger bled into her own. She clung to him, dazed, caught in the heady fog he seemed to summon so effortlessly. She hated him YET she wanted more as waves of pleasure crashed into her and she came.

She felt him swell inside her, his body coiled tight with need. The pressure of it was unbearable, and he knew it—he thrived in it.

Then, his mouth brushed her ear again, low and coaxing. "Say it now, little flame!" he cajoled.

" ’I, Aria Duskbane, submit myself to you, Zyren Blackthorn.’ Say it, and I’ll give you everything you ask!"

Aria’s lashes fluttered. The words echoed in her mind, as seductive as they were dangerous. Her climax still shimmered in her nerves like embers, her limbs weak, breath thin.

She opened her mouth to speak.

Her lashes fluttered and she stopped.

Her mind pierced through the fog just enough to remember who Zyren was.

"...No," she rasped, each syllable trembling but unmistakably defiant.

Zyren’s jaw tensed. The shadows in his eyes deepened, but he said nothing. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her—softly at first, almost reverent—then with a hunger that stole her breath. He kissed her like a man about to possess, not persuade.

He pulled away only slightly, just enough for his voice to curl against her lips.

"You will."

Then he shifted.

In a fluid, brutal motion, he turned her onto her stomach, pressing her body into the bed with a single commanding hand. The sudden loss of his warmth made her shiver, but it lasted only a moment before she felt him settle behind her again—his presence heavy, unrelenting.

Aria’s breath caught. She tried to lift herself, but his hand at the small of her back kept her in place—firm, possessive, yet never cruel.

"You don’t get to run from me," Zyren whispered as he leaned over her, his mouth at her nape. "Not now. Not when I can still feel your body trembling from what I just gave you."

Her fingers clutched the sheets again, her body still betraying her, still aching in the wake of what they’d shared. His weight behind her, the slow press of him against her again—it sparked a fresh flood of sensation, of heat and helpless tension she could neither fight nor deny.

"I won’t say it," she hissed, turning her head just enough to glance at him.

Zyren met her eyes, and the look he gave her then was pure fire.

He didn’t respond as he pushed forward again—measured and deep—and Aria’s lips parted in a gasp, unable to stop the sound that escaped her. The sensation was different now, more consuming, his control absolute. She could feel every inch of him, every slow, claiming movement. It was no longer about seduction. It was about domination.

Her breath came fast, shallow. Tears stung her eyes, not from pain, but from how unbearably close it all felt—from how deeply he carved himself into her without ever breaking her spirit.

"This-this is sex and nothing more!" she managed to whisper, trembling.

Zyren chuckled darkly, his hand smoothing up her spine before curling around her shoulder to pull her back into him with every thrust until they were both kneeling on the bed as he thrusted into her from behind.

"Give it time!" he responded in a hoarse whisper right into her ears in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

He was relentless now, his rhythm as precise as it was punishing—yet somehow never cruel. Each movement built the pressure in her again, drew her closer to a second breaking point she had no defense against. She tried to fight it, to think of anything else—but all she could feel was him—every breath, every pulse, every maddening, overwhelming sensation.

"You’re delusional!" she whispered again, more to herself than him, even as her body betrayed her—arching, clinging, aching.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the back of her ear.

"I can wait! " he said softly.

And as her body gave in once more, a trembling gasp on her lips, Zyren went ahead to do the same no longer holding himself back, watching her unravel against him with a look of satisfaction.

And in the flickering candlelight, with her body spent and trembling, Aria felt it—that cold, haunting certainty.

Zyren Blackthorn did not want her just her body. He wanted something more!

Something she would find out and make sure he never got.