His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 67: Unsatisfied

Cloves mixed with pine surround me, dizzying me. He’s so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body and claim my own.

The door presses into my back as Eryx crowds my front.

"What do you plan on doing?" I’m gasping for air, and I know Eryx is the one that could help me breathe again. It’s almost as bad as the first time when we were in the forest.

"I’m returning the favour," Eryx smirks, lowering his face to my neck. I hiss out where those lips caress my sensitive skin, and his hand curves around my hip.

I want more.

Need more.

More of his touch.

Unlike that night, I know exactly who is touching me now. Yet I do not care. I yearn for him.

It is unsettling how much I do.

My mind still fights him while my body has surrendered already. "I don’t need your help," I gasp out and clench my eyes shut at how desperate I sound.

"Oh," he chuckles lightly against my skin and my core clenches to it. "Is that so? Push me away then."

The hand on my hip lowers, grabbing my skirt and raising it. I’m so sensitive even the fabric tickles my skin and makes me burn. My hand shoots out and grabs his that is now on my thigh. His lips on my collarbone and hand on my leg pause.

I swallow thickly. "Not all the way," I plea, my voice barely a whisper before my hand curls around his and guides him to my inner thigh.

Eryx smirks and looks up at me from where his chin now rests on my breasts. "I’ll remember that when you beg for more."

My eyes narrow on him. "I won’t." I hate myself already, but his touch ignites something in me, and when those thick fingers caress the tip of my clit, I’m almost panting, my legs trembling from his touch.

"Someone might come in," I gasp as his finger circles me.

Eryx’s gaze darkens as he watches me. "They won’t. The area is guarded."

"Goddess, does Faidon know..."

Eryx smirks again but does not answer. He doesn’t need to, not when his digits begin to trace in a circular motion around my damp folds. "So wet already," he purrs, then with his other hand, tugs down the fabric of my dress. My right breast plops free.

His mouth clamps down on my nipple, and my thighs tighten on a low moan. He grins against my nipple as his fingers start to swipe along my folds, teasing me.

"Stop teasing," I beg my voice more breath than words.

He nips at my nipple, and the pain shoots desire down to my pulsing core. I can’t help it; my hips jolt forward, and my hand grabs him, urging his finger inside of me. My head tips back at some of the release I find.

Eryx chuckles. "That’s only one."

"One?" I murmur, a little lost at the sensation of his thick finger inside of me. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing, but I cannot find it in me to care at the moment.

"Orgasm."

That was also embarrassingly quick! Or he is just so skilled.

His finger starts to slide in and out of me as desire builds and builds until I feel I might pop. "How many..."

"Hmmm, until I am satisfied, you won’t wander elsewhere."

Elsewhere? I frowned, but it dissipated as he picked up his speed and inserted another finger. A gasp leaves my lips, especially when his tongue flicks over my nipple. "Ah." He inserts another, and I feel deliciously stretched.

"Good girl," his praise makes my breathless moans grow louder. He pulls back from my nipple with a loud pop and watches me, his eyes half dilated and starts flicking his thumb on my clit.

An embarrassing groan breathes through my lips, and relief floods me when his lips claim mine brutally. I sigh and moan against him as sparks zap between our skin.

His arousal digs into my leg, and I’m curious how he hasn’t pinned me down yet and sheathed himself inside of me. The idea almost has me gushing, and my face grows red from my less-than-innocent thoughts.

I reach for it and feel him tense. My eyes widen when he moves my hand beneath his trousers. My lips part at the size of him. My hand doesn’t quite fit around him. I forgot how big he was. It made sense. Eryx was a beast.

"What..." I frown, ignoring the sensations ricocheting my body as I feel something on his length. "Was this always here?" My fingers glide over the metal.

"You don’t remember?" Eryx watches me in amusement.

"I was a little distracted by your size..." I admit, then clamp my mouth shut, eyes wide, and look at him.

Eryx chuckles and moves his hips against me, his hardness sliding in my hand. "Did that not hurt?" I pull his trousers away so I can look, my curiosity burning just as brightly as my desire to feel him inside of me.

Eryx leans back, allowing me to stare at his pulsing cock. My mouth drops open as I notice three pairs of studs at the top of his length, making the rest of him look even more gigantic. Did that fit the first time?

"It tickled," Eryx replies as my fingers trace the metal.

I swallow again. "Does it not hurt when... you’re..." My question trails off as Eryx takes my other hand so both of them meet around it; he curls his large hand around mine over his length and begins to move slowly.

"It doesn’t," he grunts, and I watch creaminess trickle from the head.

I lick my lips and feel my core clench in response. Eryx quickens my movements as he starts to move his fingers inside me again. I don’t know why, but touching him also makes me grow wet with desire. Watching Eryx lose himself a little, those pupils dilating more and more like he is turning more feral for me, only makes me hotter, wanting him more.

My sight starts to become hazy, but before I completely lose myself to the tightening knot in my lower belly and the squelching sounds of his fingers, I notice something on Eryx’s wrist. The one that holds mine to his length.

A black ribbon, one familiar to me, is tied up in a bow around his wrist. That’s odd. Why does he have-

"Ah!" My head tilts back as he curls his fingers deep inside of me, and I lose all my senses, my legs shaking. He releases his hand over mine, holds me up and finds his own release with a low grunt, his hips flexing.

Looking down, my lips part into an o as I stare at the messy creaminess on my hands. My gaze flicks to one of the sofas behind him, and he follows my look with a smirk. "Are you still not satisfied, Princess?"

"Are you?" I breathe, looking back at him, hoping he wants to continue this. A handkerchief slides over my hands in a rush before being tossed aside.

"No." His pupils dilate completely this time as he lifts me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, entranced by the beast staring back at me. He leads me towards the sofa. His voice has deepened, more animal than man. "I won’t be satisfied until you bear my mark."