Page 6 of The Arcane God

Ena started jerking her hips, lifting them up slightly with every pass, begging wordlessly for what he wouldn’t give her. Not yet. Not until she asked for it like a good girl.

“Ena…” he whispered darkly in her ear. “Tell me what you want, goddess.”

“Please Ty, stick your fingers inside me. I need it so bad.”

Ty chuckled, low and commanding. “Tell me you’re mine first. Tell me this pussy is mine, and that I can do whatever I want to it. Then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m yours, Master. All of me. You can do whatever you want. Just please fuck me.”

Ty nearly groaned from the needy desperation in her voice. The desire, the freedom that she clearly felt giving him complete control. The trust.

He sunk one finger in—just the tip—to tease her. She gasped as it entered her tight pussy, then she started squirming, trying to get him to go deeper. So he did.

He sunk his middle finger in all the way and started fucking her with it—deep and slow. The walls of her pussy started twitching—she was so close already, but he didn’t want her to come yet.

Taking his free hand, he covered her mouth with it. “You come when I say, and not before. You understand?” he asked.

She nodded frantically, whimpering behind his hand.

“That’s my good girl.”

He stuck a second finger in, and started moving them faster, harder. Using his thumb, he swirled over her clit firmly. He felt her fighting her orgasm, trying to hold it back like a dam slowly breaking in a flood. So he let her go.

“Come on my fingers, Ena. Let me feel you.”

She cried out sharply, his hand muffling the sound as she came hard. She clenched around his fingers again and again, her orgasm echoing for almost a full minute before he withdrew his hand from her mouth and his other from inside her.

“Fucking Gaia, Ty, that was so amazing,” she muttered almost incoherently, but he stopped her from speaking more with his mouth on hers.

She tasted like blackberries and lavender and everything that was good and worthy in this world, and he let her know it. Their tongues swirled together, tasting each other, as he stroked her cheek, her hair, and settled his hand on her neck—right at the base of her throat.

“Spread those legs for me, viper. I need to be inside you.”

She did as she was told, letting her legs fall to the side as he fumbled with his pants, pulling them down to release his cock. Slowly, moving on top of her, he positioned himself at her entrance before slipping in—smooth and slow.

They both groaned as he entered her, her body taking all of him as he filled her so sweetly.

Then he began to move.

Their bodies came together like they were made for one another. Ebbing and flowing like one entity, they moved together. Pushing, pulling, sweating, breathing, like she was the absolute piece that had been missing from his life, from his body, from his heart—and he gave her everything he had.

“Fuck, I love you so much, Ena. My wife,” he added, the concept still new and dazzling to him. “My everything.”

“I love you too, Ty,” she said frantically. “I love my husb—ahhh!” she cried out as another orgasm tore through her as he fucked her.

He thrust inside her—once, twice more—before he couldn’t take it anymore, and he let himself go too. His cock twitched, spilling inside her, filling her up like she had filled up his life.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he collapsed on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her abdomen. “Iblis, I love being inside you.”

She chuckled slightly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him to her. “A part of you is always inside me now.”

His heart swelled at the thought and a smile broke across his face. Even though there was still so much unknown ahead of them—finding the Omnis worshippers and his mother, her strange cravings, and the birth… not to mention everything in the Underworld with Cole that he tried not to think about. He knew he would be content as long as he had her, and she and their child were safe. Everything they’d been through, everything they had yet to go through, would all be worth it to have this.

He rolled off her, helping her fix her skirts and layers of clothing before tucking his arm underneath her head and pulling her close into his body, where she belonged, as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Three

Turner