"Zyren!" Aria groans out loud, calling his name as she feels him thrust into her from behind in one push. The sound rips from her throat, sharp and urgent, as her body jolts forward, fingers curling into the sheets.
His cock pulses greatly within her and she groans louder for more. She is completely naked under him, skin flushed and slick with sweat, and she lifts her butt, begging for more than he had already given.
She wanted him to fill her up in ways she knew she could never again be filled by anyone else.
"Faster!" she begged and pleaded, grabbing his hands, her nails biting into his knuckles even as he listened and did as she asked.
"More!!!" she groaned, even as she felt her walls paw harder against him, squeezing him. The rousing pleasure within her climbed higher and higher, like fire licking up her spine, and even then it wasn’t enough.
Her heart was pounding and racing in her chest and she couldn’t think of anything else but the feeling of him settled deep within her.
She widened her legs more, the sheets bunching beneath her knees, even as she leaned down with her arms, presenting herself to him and begging for him to take her and never stop.
"Say the words!" Zyren groaned from behind her, voice strained and rough, even as he thrusted deeply into her so fast she could barely breathe.
"SAY IT!" he snapped at her with more force, the crack of it flaring through her spine, even as she felt her legs and inside quiver from the sensations he roused within her.
This time around she didn’t hesitate as she opened her mouth to speak, "I Aria Duskbane submit myself to you..." she began in a low cry as she groaned and moaned out loud into the sheets, even as she felt him release himself into her, and her body trembled in pleasure enough to make her temporarily see stars in her vision.
She gasped, unable to complete it, even as her entire body shook from head to toe, and she heard him lean closer to her ears and whisper into them.
"Go ahead! Finish it!" he ordered in a deep husky tone that made her lashes flutter, even as she opened her mouth to continue to say the words that needed to be said.
"I Aria Duskbane submit myself to you, Zyre—" but she was still speaking, about to continue, when she suddenly gasped, her eyes fluttering open as she jerked upright and woke up with a look of shock and astonishment on her face.
It was only when she looked around to confirm that she was alone and there was no sign of Zyren that she finally relaxed. The heavy silence of the room wrapped around her like a shroud.
Her eyes were misty, but beyond that, Aria wasn’t surprised to move and feel between her legs and find out how wet they were. Her fingers came away slick, and she shut her eyes in humiliation.
Her cheeks instantly reddened in shame, even as her heart and mind chastened her like it had been doing all week.
Every night she dreamt of Zyren, and unlike normal dreams, there was nothing normal about the dreams she had.
It was completely sexually daunting—with him taking her and her submitting herself to him in ways she would never allow unless she was six feet under.
Yet, it was the positions of it! Sometimes he took her on the bed and sometimes it was on a table in positions that would make even whores blush red simply from the thought of it.
Aria slowly stood up and headed straight to the bathroom, her feet dragging against the stone floor, sinking into the tub with relief as she allowed the cold water to wake her up. It slapped against her skin, stealing her breath and stilling the tremble in her thighs.
She didn’t care about anything else, but at the same time she couldn’t stop thinking about the dreams that seemed to plague her.
’It can’t be because I slept with him!’ Refusing to admit that she actually enjoyed it enough to want more.
And for the first time ever, the thought of finding another person to sleep with crossed her mind.
Forget sleeping—some nights she couldn’t sleep for fear of the dreams she was bound to have, and one moment she was simply lying in the tub and the next, tears slowly began to fall from her face in streams.
The room was completely silent and it was only her there, yet maybe it was the silence of it that made her weep even harder. She didn’t make a sound, but the silence of her tears made it even more gut-wrenching as Aria simply laid there and stared at the door.
’I want to kill him!’ she dared to mumble to herself in a voice so low that if another person had been standing right beside her, they wouldn’t have heard a word.
Aware that her brother and father would be turning in their graves if they ever saw what she did with him.
A moment of silence later, she opened her mouth and whispered into the air in front of her, even as she fluttered her lashes closed.
’I hate myself!’ she whispered, this time loud enough for her to hear the sound of her own voice.
She stayed there for a very long time, until her hands became numb and she could no longer slow there without her lips trembling and teeth chattering.
To get out was a much harder struggle than she could stomach, even as she headed straight for the bed without caring to dry herself.
Surprised to step out of the bathroom and raise her gaze, only to find that Rymora had already arrived and was sitting on the chair more quietly than usual.
Aria instinctively raised her hands, only to feel the tears on her face and realize that Rymora must have entered while she was crying and simply stepped out right back.
At that point Aria felt numb more than anything else as she fell into her bed face down without doing anything or making any efforts to dry herself, hair clinging wetly to her back while being completely naked.
Rymora on the other hand instantly moved and began to dry her hair gently without saying a word.
Aware that if she wanted to communicate, she would have to show Aria a piece of paper—something she clearly wasn’t in the mood to read at the moment.
Rymora carefully dried her hair without opening her mouth to say a single word.