Page 83 of The Fake Divination Offense
I’m overheated, skin slick and sweaty from the shower, but protective anger burns through me.
I kiss him, tongue digging into his mouth, and he hums happily, settling with every gentle lap of my lips.
Once he’s calmed, I rest my forehead on his. “We should’ve talked about condoms before we got started. That’s on me. But I’m not letting you make this decision right now. Either I fuck you with a condom, or we wait.”
He whines, his bottom lip jutting out in the most adorable pout.
“Now, please,” he relents, and I kiss him one more time.
“Good boy.”
A tinny, fevered cry. It yanks on my chest, has me pressing another kiss to his lips.
“So good for me,” I say, and he repeats the sound. “You are. Letting me take care of you, trusting me.”
I roll the condom on, add a ton more lube, and position his legs so his knees are bent, a pillow under his hips, his thighs as wide as they can go. He splays back while I arrange him, his arms up, gripping another pillow under his head.
I’ve never fully digested the phrasepillow princessuntil I see him like this, his rose-gold body sweat-glistened, that chain off-center from all our movements. He’s so gorgeous, it’s regal.
“Deep breath, okay? Push out,” I tell him, and he nods, eyes on my face, lips parted.
One hand holding his thigh to the side, the other lining up my dick, I prod his rim.
Bel hisses but bears down, hands gripping the pillow above his head. My gaze flicks from his face to the eye-rolling sight of my cock disappearing into his hole.
I slide past the first ring, and a breath leaves his lungs in a punch, his erection wilting, and I know I’m leaving bruises on his thigh with the way my fingers dig in beneath that chain.
“Oh my gods.” His eyes slam to mine, those reddened lips popping open. “Burns, burns—”
My heart squeezes. He’s so much smaller than me; it’s going to hurt him, how could it not?
I force my grip on him to loosen, rub my thumb in soothing circles on the inside of his thigh. “You opened up for me really good, but this might’ve been too much, too soon. I shouldn’t have jumped right to—”
“Don’t stop,” Bel begs, and releases the pillow to grab me when I try to pull out. “I want this. Please, Orok.”
I study his face for a long second, weighing the desperation in his gaze against what he needs. I told him I’d take care of him.But he’s also had so much of his own agency ripped away, and my heart squeezes again, this time in needing to give him what he wants.
Okay. Okay, he wants this; but I’m not going to hurt him.
“Just—just t-talk to me,” he stutters.
I ease back a little before pushing in. “Gods, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. Sucking me in. You want me so bad, don’t you? You feel amazing, opening up for me.”
He whimpers; I push a little deeper, pull back, push in, setting a steady rhythm until the pained tension on his face melts under the transition into bliss.
“So good,” I promise him. “You’re so good for me. Fuck, Bel. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now, spread out on the bed, flushed and perfect, your hole swallowing me up. Gods, you’re taking me. That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it. Can you do it? Can you take all of me?”
It’s a stream of nonsense more than questions, but he answers, nodding and clinging to me. His tail whips against the bed, then twitches up and wraps around my forearm.
“Kiss me,” he begs. “Please, please.”
I comply, abs contracting to bend down to him, the angle forcing more than half of me in, and he cries out against my mouth.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask the strain around his eyes, the nails digging puncture wounds into my shoulders, the way his dick is still flaccid.
He’s sweat-soaked, his dazed eyes locking on mine, and he cants his hips, whimpering as he fucks himself deeper. “No. Tell me you won’t let me go. Tell me I’m yours.”
“I won’t let you go. You’re mine, Bel.Mine, and I’m not letting you go. I’ll keep you safe.” I give an experimental thrust, pushing more in, and he moans, the good kind of moan. “You’remine.” Another thrust, and my hips hit his ass; he’s gasping, I don’t think he’s even realized I’m fully in. “I’m never letting you go.” Another thrust. “Mine.”
