CHAPTER 79: THRUSTING

She wanted to scream, to claw at his face, to spit in his mouth and bite down until her teeth snapped.

But instead, her body shuddered against his as she sank the rest of the way down, finally taking all of him inside.

Her breath caught. For a moment, the pain pulsed through her like lightning. Her thighs quivered with the effort of staying still, her chest heaving, sweat dampening the curve of her back.

Then silence.

His chest rose and fell beneath her. His arms remained still. He didn’t thrust up or grind into her.

He simply waited, watching her with that same unreadable expression, the kind that made her feel like she was a prisoner in the gallows while he sat on a throne.

She sat there, frozen, impaled on the man she hated most in the world.

"Why aren’t you moving?" she demanded, her voice raw.

"Because I want you to move," Zyren said, voice like velvet and smoke. "I want to hear your moans of pleasure as you grind deeper into me"

His words sent a jolt through her, a sick, shameful pulse that left her thighs weak. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she ground her hips forward, drawing another sharp gasp from her own lips.

She told herself it was to be done with it.

It was simply something she was trying to finish and nothing more.

And yet—her body pulsed with heat. An ache that threatened to twist into something darker. As much she slowed, something within her craved more.

Zyren hissed through his teeth, a rare moment of tension pulling across his face as her tight walls squeezed around him.

His fingers clenched her hips harder now, the ghost of restraint passing over his sharp features.

"You hate me," he said again, quieter this time, almost to himself. "But you need me!"

"That’s the farthest from–" Aria spat but she was still speaking when Zyren moved, flexing his hips high even as he drove himself deeper within her.

He leaned forward then, one hand slipping behind her neck to pull her closer. Their faces inches apart, their bodies locked in the most wretched embrace.

"You will," he whispered, brushing his lips against her cheek—not kissing, just there. Present. Mocking.

Aria wanted to scream at him but she didn’t. Instead, she braced her arms and began to move—slow, deliberate, painful strokes that made her eyes water and her body tremble.

For every motion, she cursed him inside her head.

For every descent, she remembered her brother’s laughter and his death. Her father’s stern voice and his screams when he died in front of her.

And when a strange heat unfurled deep within her—coiling like smoke—she refused to name it pleasure. She wouldn’t give it that power.

She ignored it even as she slowly increased her pace as her eyes watered and he body trembled everytime she lowered herself and she felt him stab a certain spot within her that made her see stars.

It was torture and soon it was the kind that made her vision swim as she held on to him even as she moved faster, her breath coming in gasps even as the pleasure she felt seemed to increase a thousand folds.

Her knees trembled as she sat on his laps but she didn’t slow down even as sweat matted her forehead. It was bliss and one that she slowly lost herself in and found difficult to end.

Zyren’s breaths were not steady either even as he stared at her leaning closer to wrap his lips around the pink buds on her chest pushing their bodies closer even as he intermittedly flexed his hips upward every now and then to match her pace.

They no longer spoke almost like they both had one goal they were heading towards and so no reason to prolong it by having conversations that could be had at a later date.

Aria’s eyes spun and soon she couldn’t even think of anything but the sensations that seemed to shrill through every pore as she drove him inside of her and felt him slide against her walls.

A while later she felt a wave of pleasure crash over her even as she spasmed and collapsed right on top of him with him still inside of her. Unable to move as she sat gasping and trying to catch her breath.

But she had barely stopped for a few seconds when she felt herself being flipped over with her back hitting the sheets and her legs being raised into the air.

"I need to catch my–" she began to say only to feel Zyren thrust inside of her in ways that she herself hadn’t pushed him in.

She was still sensitive from the orgasm she had and it made her tingles run through her as she felt him thrust with lightening speed and pricision at a spot that made her shout his name regardless of how much she tried not to.

"Zy–" but he only leaned in even more, brushing his lips right over hers before he went ahead to passionately kiss her until she could feel nothing but his lips and his cock inside of her.

Aria tried to fight it but soon she couldn’t help but hold onto him even as he continued to nail righ into her in a way that had her body pleading for more.

Her legs widening to give him access which he took even as she felt another solid wave of pleasure come over her and this time she wasn’t the only one.

Zyren too felt it even as he continued to thrust inside of her and he didn’t try to stop the pressure even as he exploded deep inside of her.

For a few moments Aira tried to catch her breathe even as she also tried to push him away. Her vision was clearer and the heat had also dwindled so much so that she could almost not feel it again.

Fixing her gaze on Zyren as she opened her mouth to tell him to pull out only to hear him say in an arrogant tone he usually used.

"Are you sure you want me to pull out?" he asked almost like he knew something she didn’t.