else she would have writhed out from under him. His other hand was kneading the skin of her thigh, or wandering up to her stomach, or groping at her breasts.
It wasn’t long before she felt her body climb toward release. She let go of the silk sheets with one hand to grab his hair instead, begging for him to stop and begging for him to continue in the same moment.
He chuckled and focused his attention on that sensitive bud of nerves. She wailed, her back arching off the sheets as ecstasy crashed over her like she was drowning in the waves. He kissed her thigh, then kissed his way up her stomach, over her breasts, and up her neck.
But the ache in her body hadn’t faded with the release. It had somehow only grown worse. Everything in her needed him. Something inside her had to be fulfilled.
She sat up, forcing him to sit back as she did. She swept her hands over his chest, leaning in to kiss him. She would worship him like this for hours, if she could. But her body was too needy. Too demanding.
He picked up the chain that dangled around her neck and between her breasts. Carefully, he took it off. “Not like this…” He threw the chain across the room. She heard it strike the wall and hit the ground. “Not as my slave. This is about you and me. Hope and Nero.”
He was kneeling in front of her, and she before him. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. She kissed him as hard as she could. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her flush against him. Her breasts pillowed on his bare chest, and she felt him sandwiched between them, throbbing and impossibly overheated with his high body temperature.
When she finally broke the kiss, she pushed on his shoulders. Urging him to lie down again. She wanted to do this. She wanted the power, for once in her damn life.
He obeyed silently, lying back on the bed. She straddled his thighs, and he bent his knees, pulling her hips closer to his. His hands swept up her sides and cupped her breasts, playing with them as she knelt over him. It didn’t seem that he minded this at all.
She grasped him gently and positioned him at her core. He felt impossibly large and incredibly warm. She wondered if it would burn.
“It might feel very strange at first…but you’ll adjust. You’ll learn to love it. Take it slow.”
She smiled at his breathy warning. She pressed her hips down, and the pressure built. Then he was there. He moaned loudly, deep in his chest, a primal sounding thing.
It was just the first part of him, but already he was stretching her. It had been so long, and only just that once. She winced at the foreign feeling. Her body had been eager and ready for him, but it still stung a little.
And fates, the temperature! It felt like pits of Hades was now inside her. If this didn’t burn her, she didn’t know what would. It was like climbing into a hot tub too quickly. She gasped and shuddered. And still he toyed with her body, caressing and cupping, kneading and groping. Keeping her distracted.
She let herself sink a little lower. Then a little lower. It felt like a hot iron brand was inside her. But the ache he caused fed that terrible gnawing hunger that had developed over the past few days. She moved lower, and lower, until after what felt like forever, he was there. He was filling her. Every part of her. Her body touched his, and she let her weight settle on his hips, feeling him inside her to the root.
Their sounds mingled together as he dug his fingers into her thighs, pressing his hips to hers, trying to somehow manage to bury deeper. “Oh—ahn—oh, Hope—yes—good girl—oh!”
He was a blathering mess, muttering her name and sinful, barely discernable praises. She couldn’t process them, as she was too busy being lost in the sensation of his body inside hers. She could feel him there, throbbing and volcanic.
“Do you…ahh…do you feel how wonderful we are? Like…like two puzzle pieces…meant to fit together…Hope—”
“Yes,” she breathed, and placed her hands on his abdomen. She raised herself up an inch and settled herself back down. She bit back a cry at the sensation. He didn’t bother. It was like lava inside her. But it didn’t hurt.
He was right.
She loved it.
She began