The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 336: Inside forever r18

Soren’s chest rose and fell against hers, the storm of their shared release still thundering through both of them. But the fire in his eyes had not dimmed; if anything, it burned brighter, edged now with something feral and insatiable.

He moved first.

Hands that had been gentle moments ago turned decisive. He hooked his fingers under the delicate straps of her ruined ice-silver slip and tore. The dress gave with a sharp, satisfying rip, threads snapping like ice cracking under spring sun.

The garment fell away in pieces, leaving Eris completely bare beneath him, no more barriers, no more pretense. Cool air kissed her fevered skin for only a heartbeat before his body covered hers again, heat and frost colliding in a haze of steam.

Soren rose to his knees, shedding the last of his own clothing with impatient efficiency. Trousers and smallclothes hit the floor in a careless heap. Then his hands were on her again, palms sliding down the sweat-slick curve of her spine, pressing until her cheek met the cool touch of the sheets. Face-flat on the bed, breath hitching, Eris felt him lift her hips with effortless strength. A thick pillow was shoved beneath her pelvis, propping her up, presenting her to him like an offering.

Bare bodies. Nothing left between them but skin and need.

Soren didn’t speak. He didn’t warn.

He simply aligned himself and drove back in.

One brutal thrust seated him to the hilt.

Eris’s scream muffled into the sheets, breathless, shocked, overwhelmed. The angle was devastating; he reached deeper than before, the broad head of his cock kissing places inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

Her walls fluttered helplessly around the sudden invasion, slick and swollen from their previous joining, yet still stretched to their limit by his size.

He gave her no time to adjust.

His hips snapped forward again, and again, relentless. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs in sharp, ragged bursts. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the chamber, obscene and rhythmic. Eris’s fingers clawed at the sheets, seeking anchor as pleasure bordered on pain and then surged past it into something transcendent.

Soren was gone, lost to sensation, to the tight, molten grip of her body. His grip on her hips was brutal; fingers digging deep enough to leave blooming bruises in the shape of his claim. He drove harder, deeper, marking her whole back with teeth, nipping, biting, licking long stripes between her shoulder blades like a wolf claiming its mate.

When her legs tried to close against the onslaught, he wedged a knee between them and forced them wider, opening her further, thrusting even deeper until she saw white.

Eris collapsed forward, stomach flat to the mattress, hips still held high by his hands and the pillow. She fought to stay conscious, vision tunneling, every brutal stroke sending shockwaves through her body. Incoherent pleas spilled from her lips, his name fractured into syllables, broken curses, desperate whimpers that might have been mercy or more.

Soren’s hands never stopped moving. Even as he drove into her with single-minded ferocity, his palms worshipped, gliding over the curve of her waist, the flare of her ass, tracing every trembling muscle as though memorizing her by touch alone. He leaned forward, chest blanketing her back, the weight of him pinning her completely.

One hand snaked up beneath her, cupping a breast, rolling the nipple until she sobbed. The other slid higher, fingers curling loosely around the delicate column of her throat, not choking, never that, just holding, grounding, claiming.

He went deeper still, hips grinding in slow, filthy circles that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside her.

"Gods, Soren—" Eris managed, voice hoarse and cracking.

"Sorry," he rasped against her ear, but the word was empty; he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. His mouth returned to her skin, biting and licking like a dog unable to get enough of its favorite taste.

The pace turned savage.

Her body clenched, spiraling toward another peak she wasn’t sure she could survive. Soren felt it, the flutter of her core, the desperate clutch, and lost the last thread of his restraint.

With a guttural groan he buried himself impossibly deep and came again, pulsing hot inside her, filling her a second time. The sensation dragged Eris over the edge with him; she shattered, mind fragmenting into white-hot sparks, body going completely limp, liquid in his arms.

For a moment the only sound was their ragged breathing and the faint crackle of frost meeting flame where their skin touched.

Then a cold thread of worry pierced the haze.

Soren was finishing inside her.

Again.

She couldn’t afford to get pregnant, not now, not when she wasn’t sure of her date yet. There wouldn’t be time for a child to come to term if the seal cracked again or her body gave in from housing a dragon. Panic flickered, sharp and sudden.

But the thought dissolved almost as quickly as it formed, scattered by the aphrodisiac and the feel of him still hard inside her, still ready.

Soren pulled out slowly, making her whimper at the loss, and gathered her trembling body into his arms.

He carried her up the bed as though she weighed nothing, settling against the massive carved headboard with pillows at his back. Then he placed her astride him, thighs spread over his lap, her slick, swollen folds sliding along the rigid length of his cock.

It twitched beneath her, thick and insistent, as if it had never softened at all.

Eris stared down at him, eyes wide with something between horror and awe.

"Are you a monster?" she whispered, voice hoarse.

Soren’s hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking soothing circles even as his gaze burned. A faint, rueful smile curved his lips. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Not at all Your Majesty" he replied, voice low and rough with wonder. "I fear I’m just getting addicted to feeling you wrapped around me." His fingers tightened, lifting her slightly, positioning her. "I want to stay inside you forever."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat spiraling through her exhausted body. Eris braced her hands on his shoulders, feeling the tremor in his muscles, the barely leashed hunger still vibrating through him.

Outside, the aurora danced on, indifferent to the storm raging within the Imperial bedchamber.

Inside, the night was far from over.