Page 13 of Kronos’ Consort

Fuck.

Absorbing the strike, she blew out a breath. “No, Master. This is about you.”

“Kind of you to say so.” His rhythm resumed again, the tempo calmer as the palm that had swatted her landed on the covers beside her right hand.

Swathed by his body and the darkness, her desire began to furl again. There was something animalistic about the position, a sense that she had no say over the way he ravaged her. The lack of control heightened the sensations, driving her closer to the edge of another soul-shattering orgasm.

“Face down now.” He released the grip on her hair and pressed down lightly on her upper back.

She whimpered at the change of tack but ceded without a fuss, folding over the soft covers below with his cock still wedged between her folds.

“Master, that was so good.”

There was a hint of a complaint in her voice as she tried to find a comfortable place for her face. He’d already told her that the coupling wasn’t about her pleasure, yet, my God, if he was going to wind her up so tightly, then he might as well know it.

“And this will be even better.” He lowered his face to her shoulder, his hot lips skimming over her skin.

She moaned in response, increasingly flattened against the bed as he settled in place. Turning back to the bed, she shifted on her forearms. The latest position easily afforded her enough room to take a breath, yet something about being compressed beneath him sparked the old anxiety she’d felt in the little white cell. Suddenly, she was absurdly conscious of how little space there was for her chest to expand against the mattress. It wouldn’t have taken much effort on his part to push her down entirely and cut off her air supply.

He won’t do that.

The reassurance pinballed in her mind, but it wasn’t enough to quell the trepidation twisting inside her. Pinned between his forearms, there was nowhere for her to go, and when his hips thrust forward again, despite her attempts to lose herself to the sensation, her apprehension intensified.

Filling her up over and over again, Kronos’ roars grew louder. He was balls deep inside her, compelling her to take every inch of him, and she was helpless to do anything but receive, torn between her throbbing clit and her ballooning panic. Somehow, it didn’t matter that she knew she was getting enough air; the illusion that it was slowly diminishing increased with every sexy grunt that escaped his throat.

“Master!”

Ultimately, there was no choice but to cry out between his groans. She had no desire to ruin his growing passion, but she couldn’t quell the rising claustrophobia.

“Kristina?” His head lowered to the side of hers, though his hips didn’t stop their relentless pursuit. “What is it?”

“Please.” She could hardly get the word out, her voice rasping as she tried to explain. “I can’t breathe.”

The weight of his chest was lifted from her at once, although they remained intimately connected.

“You’re safe.” There was effort in his voice, but his hips finally stilled.

“I know. I just…”

He pressed over her gently, his lips grazing the side of her face and stirring her with the sensuality. She turned to meet his mouth as best she could, her fear contracting at the sudden reprieve. Nipping at her sensitive skin, his lips roused her, and in the heat of the moment, it took her a few seconds to realize her body had actually left the smothering covers.

“I have you.” His arm snaked beneath her, his hand clutching at her breast. “You have enough breath now.”

She pulled in a breath, as if testing his hypothesis. “Yes, Master.”

In her mind’s eye, she conceived the scene. He had elevated them both from his covers and was somehow suspending them together in the black. She closed her eyes at the preposterous idea, pushing down her incredulity. It shouldn’t have been possible, but then she could have said the same for so much about Kronos.

He moved again, his cock unhurried as it provoked a guttural groan from her. Despite the dread still pinballing in her chest, she still wanted him.

She always wanted him.

Closing her eyes, she accepted his demanding cadence. Kronos was everything. This thing they’d discovered together was everything, and as he took her breath away, she realized what should have been obvious. There was no walking away from whatever they’d created. Even if she could have fled the scene, her escape would have been futile. For what was the point of freedom when she craved her captor?

“Kristina.”

His free hand rose to her cheek, cradling her face as he reached his peak. The primal growl that rose from his throat was electrifying, her body tensing at the sound, although paradoxically, she’d never felt more secure in her life.

“Kronos.” She whispered his name into the darkness, realizing she was smiling at the sound.