SEX GOD ✔

Chapter Twenty Nine

Was it ever okay? To let go? And lose control? Achilles never really knew the feeling of letting go before. His image was always on the line and he would be stirred by the reprimanding voice of his deceased mother in his head.

So why was her voice nowhere to be found? Why was it that the only thing he could hear was the moans and sweet little sounds that came out of the woman pressed up against him? Why was it that he could only feel everything about this woman?

But she wasn't just this woman. She was the woman that had the power to make him lose control. The only woman that could make him feel both powerful and powerless at the same time. And boy, did it taste wonderful.

Her hands fisted into his shirt as she arched into him, probably realizing that he was going to move away. And he would be damn if he could resist her. But he wanted to hear her beg for it. Knowing how impatient she was, he slowed down. She made a breathy moan as she clutched his harder and moved up to meet him. But she wasn't tall enough and he was finally having a bit of sense to slow down lest the fire consumed them both.

"Th-heo..." She panted out in a pleading voice and Achilles pulled her away from the wall, carrying her towards the bed.

He lowered her towards the soft comfort of the bed, maintaining eye contact with her as she remained attached to him. Her lips were partly open as if mesmerized and Achilles wanted to chuckle of how much he felt the same toward her, but he was too wound up with lust and his head was not exactly screwed onto his body in that moment. Everything looked hazy as he focused on the most exquisite beauty only a breath away. His head then lowered and lowered, until nothing remained but heat and his mouth settling over hers like a firebrand.

At first his mouth moved over hers with expert precision, teasing, tasting as he tried to enjoy and draw out this moment of her submission. She purred under him, the heel of her feet digging into his butt to pull him closer. And just like that, any teasing was gone as his mouth firmed and became a ruthless pressure, dominating her with sensual ease. Exactly how he had kissed her before, making it clear that the passion between them didn't dim.

His kiss became brutal and Kaarina began grinding into him, his. His arms were around her like steel bands and she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Slowly, though, her treacherous reaction to his touch started. She tried to remain stiff and unresponsive, but it was impossible. Especially when his mouth softened, broke away for a moment and then came back, firm and yet soft. Coaxing and seducing her to respond.

If Kaarina had been offered all she wanted in that very moment she wouldn’t have been able to articulate it. She was in Achilles' arms, and her world was quickly shrinking to the way he was making her feel. Things seemed to escalate with scary swiftness. His hand was spearing through her dark hair, massaging her skull, his tongue sliding deep to duel with hers.

She could feel his other hand reach under her rather baggy top and explore upwards to the bare skin above her trousers, curving over her waist and hip. As if on cue her breasts tightened and swelled, hungry for his touch. Against his mouth Kaarina’s breath came quick and fast, as if she couldn’t contain it.

His hand was finally there, cupping her breast, and then almost roughly he pulled down the cup of her bra and his thumb found her puckered nipple, sliding back and forth, making Kaarina wrench her mouth away completely to suck in air. Her arms were locked around his neck, and she didn't know how or when the reached his bed. All she knew was that there was a fire in her blood and only one person capable of putting it out. She felt all at once slumberous and yet as energised as she’d ever felt.

Achilles' eyes seemed darker than usual in her dazed state, but the hunger in them was clear enough to pierce through her drunken haze. They held her captive, making her have the inability to do anything.