“Please,” I breathe up at him, not even sure what I mean, because it definitely isn’t please, stop. It’s more like make me surrender. Make me yours.
One eye is orange and glittering with reflected firelight and the other eye is black with creeping forest shadows as he looks down at me. “You’ve always been mine,” the god says simply.
What can I say but yes?
I’ve always been his.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
The god takes my lips with a hard kiss, as if to stop me from ever trying to take it back. He keeps his weight on me—hands on my wrists, chest to chest as his hips give a powerful thrust, and I’m impaled on his arousal.
He hisses as he pulls back, as if my cunt is almost too good, and I feel the cool air kissing the wetness along my folds. When my May King finally penetrates me f
