55

Cara
I open my eyes as sunlight streams in through the window and roll onto my side, expecting an empty bed. It’s always empty when Eros comes to sleep with me.
Instead, there he is. Awake, staring at the ceiling like an absolute creep, but still here.
“Hey,” I say and clear my throat. “Been awake long?”
He shakes his head. “Just got up.”
“Really?” I check the clock. “It’s eight in the morning.”
“I know, I slept in.”
I sigh, trying not to smile. “Eight isn’t sleeping in.”
“It is for me.” He rolls his head toward me, staring into my eyes. “You snore. Did you know that?”
“Oh my god,” I say and close my eyes. “I was happy you hadn’t snuck away for once but now I’m wondering-”
He reaches out and rolls toward me. I yelp in surprise as he pulls my wrist and drags me over to his side of the bed like a caveman claiming his rights. I shimmy against him, surprised and shocked by the warmth of his chest, by the sudden quickening of his heart. I’m in a tank top and a pair of old boy short underwear, and his hands grip my ass cheeks roughly.
“I’m sorry, asteraki mu, what I meant to say was I’ve been lying here thinking about your lips against mine for the last ten minutes.”
Based on his hard cock pressed between my legs, I believe him. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“I’m selfish, but I’m not a monster.”
“Debatable.”
His hand grips my hair. “If you think I’m so bad, I can let you go.”
“And ruin the fun? I’m not a monster either.”
His mouth buries mine. I gasp into his kiss and grind myself down against him, heart racing. I tumble into his taste, into his strong arms, his broad chest. Eros’s a beast, a massive bear of a human, and it’s like he swallows me whole whenever he embraces me.
I love it. I go crazy whenever his body crushes mine, swallows me like he’s wrapping me up and owning me. He dwarfs me like a moon.
“If I knew you’d get wet the moment I touched you, I’d stay in bed every morning,” he whispers as his fingers slip down between my legs.
I bite down on his shoulder and he grunts in response. “Don’t be a bastard. Just because-ah, fuck-just because I have physical reactions to stimuli-”
“You have physical reactions tome, asteraki mu.” He pulls my hair as he sinks his fingers inside my pussy. He’s right, I am dripping wet, and god, it’s because of him. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”
“Same goes to you.” I roll my hips as he teases my clit. I’m blinking rapidly, head about to explode with pleasure. “You think I don’t see you looking at my ass?”
“And your tits. And your lips.”
“What are you thinking? When you look at me?”
He rolls over and pins me down. His hand remains between my legs as the other presses two fingers into my mouth. I blink and moan, but he’s fucking me with his right hand, and I’m sucking on his left fingers, grinding my hips, brain about to explain.
“I think how lucky I am that I get to stare at you. And how badly I want to rip off that little tank top so I can lick your nipples, suck them nice and hard, listen to you moan. I think about taking you all the time, asteraki mu. I think about grabbing your hair and watching you take my cock into your throat. I think about calling you a dirty girl, a filthy fucking girl, as your spit rolls down my shaft. I think about making you come so hard your skin turns that perfect shade of pink. I think about riding you from behind, fucking you deep and slow and rough, making your tits shake and your ass buck against my cock, until you scream my name.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, his words drive me absolutely crazy, and his fingers keep sliding in and out, faster, faster, driving me closer and closer, and I throw my head back and moan as I come, a shaking and quivering mess. God, fuck, this man, this fucking man, how does he do this to me? How does he drive me crazy?
But I have no time to think. He undresses me, panties first, tank top second. His tongue licks my nipples as promised, hands teasing me still, making me breathe fast. His clothes come off next, his boxer briefs tossed aside, his cock so stiff he’s twitching. I put my hands on his chest and push him back before taking him in my mouth, licking his shaft, tasting the thick bead of precum on his tip.
“That’s right,” he purrs. “Nice and deep. Gag for me, wife. I want to watch you take me past your limits.”
I do as commanded, and-fuck-I gag, pulling back and breathing hard. Tears sting my eyes as I stroke him with both hands. “Like that?”
“Again,” he commands, eyes burning.
And I do it again. I take him deep, deeper than I’ve ever tried to go before, sliding him into my throat, going way past my limits-and I gag again, pulling back. My spit’s all over his cock, his enormous, beautiful cock with its thick veins. He’s pulsing rapidly in time to his heart and I want to please him so badly. I suck his tip again, stroking him with both hands, as he lovingly runs a hand down my back to my ass and spanks me.
He pushes me down until I gag and spanks me hard.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Good fucking girl.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, grinning as I stroke him fast. His eyes tell me everything I need to hear. “You like it when you push your cock into my mouth? I like it too.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because it makes you happy. It makes you feel good. And it makes me dripping wet when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth.” I shiver with excitement. I’ve never, ever talked like this before, but it feels good to let my guard down, to release myself and say all the dirty shit I have in my head.
He kisses me. His tongue laps mine and his hands move through my hair. He kisses my neck, my ear, my breasts, before turning me around. His cock presses against my lower back as he teases me from behind, purring in my ear.
“I want to fuck you until I fill you from behind,” he whispers. “I want to fuck you until you come, squeezing tight on my cock. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, moaning as he strokes my clit. “Oh, god, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come again.”
“Good,” he says.
“I want you to fuck me until I come,” I say, begging him now, losing myself completely. “I want to feel you stretch me apart, Eros. Fuck me until I scream. Make me sweat. Spank my ass, god, make it hurt. Make me come.”
He growls and pushes me forward. His thick bulk strokes into me, easily slipping deep, soaked with my spit and my juice. He rocks into me once, twice, three hard thrusts and it throws me over the edge. I come, back arching, but he’s not gentle. He’s not kind. He fucks me through it, taking me as his, claiming me with fingers and hands, whispering as he does it. “You’re mine, Cara, my wife, asteraki mu, this tight pussy, your moans, the back of your throat, it’s all mine.”
Sweat rolls down my skin. Time stops. He strokes into me again and again until all I can feel is him inside of me, fucking me, making me scream. I come, and he comes, and we’re a mess of sticky sweat and ejaculation. I end up lying on my stomach with him by my side, and I happily lick his shaft, cleaning him off as he tells me how pretty I am, how good I am.
“I could get used to that,” I say with a sigh as I curl up against his side.
But as soon as the words come out, I understand what I’m saying.
He only smiles at me. He doesn’t point out that just recently I was telling him I didn’t want to get used to any of this-because it’s all fake, and it’s all temporary.
“I let myself get so wrapped up in the war that I forgot to enjoy the reason I’m fighting.” He squeezes my ass and dips a finger between my legs. I shiver as he brings it up and licks it. “Now, let’s shower together and have breakfast before I leave for a long day of killing.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, eyelids fluttering, floating in bliss.