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Sweat coats my skin as I fight against him, yet it pebbles beneath his every tough. My nipples peak at his dominance, my hole clenching beneath his caress.

I’m not sure when the panic gave way to submission, but when his smoky extensions flip me onto my stomach, I don’t even blink at the blunt pressure against me.

In fact, I’m aching for it.

He still pins me down, his smoke wrapping around my neck as he takes a fistful of my ass in each hand and spreads me open, exposing my hole to the searing heat of his cock.

And then he spits on me.

The glob smacks right over my hole and slides down my crack to drip off my dangling sac.

“That’s for my statue.”

My eye twitches at the shooting pain that fills my brow but he doesn’t let me focus on it long.

His cock notches against me, hands hot against my arched up hips. His smoke swirls around my wrists and knees in near invisible restraints and finally, he sinks inside me.

My rim flexes around his massive head as he pushes deeper, popping him inside me. His girth feels like it’s splitting me in half and I scream.

With one last Herculean effort, I rip my hands from him, nails digging at the marbled floor without purchase–but he’s stronger, anchored around my lower half and taking me inch by delirious inch.

“You can fight me,” he murmurs. “But I know you can take it.”

And fuck if that doesn’t have me collapsing against the cold floor to grasp at the sharp ache blossoming in my head.

But even as his smoke consumes me again, pulling one arm behind my back, I can’t help but give in.

To submit.

To feel the breath of relief buried beneath the fight that my body finally sets free.

Chapter 28

Ilios

I can feel it.

The moment that my beloved relinquishes his resistance of me and presses his face to the floor.

His backside is arched up just for me, his body craving what only mine can give him, in the perfect offering.

My body responds in kind, leaking enough slick to ease my glide into his hot channel.

I drive into him until our groins meet, my ribbed sac against his smooth one, and euphoria ignites beneath my skin.

It tingles, both over my body and in my mind, sharpening my senses.

I can smell the musk of the floor as he does. Feel his hot skin against my palms. Taste the bitter smoke that laps at his spreading lips and slips into his mouth.

“Gods,” he chokes out around me, his hole clenching me tightly before relaxing. “I fucking hate you.”

Humming faintly, I withdraw to the tip of my length and fist the bare base. The barb sitting at the root is already peeking out of its home, aching and prepared to sink inside him and make us one.

But as much as I wish to take him, I believe he wants it more.

“Hate what you’ve done to me.” Shannon’s growls swiftly become moans as he arches over my tip, pressing himself onto my shaft instead of jerking away from it. “Hate how you make me feel.”

He takes several inches on his own, and I allow it even as he continues cursing me in his mind.