Wyatt
I’m running out of time. Rhea’s illusion powers are fading and I can feel it, like an old shirt unravelling at the seams. I’m unravelling and Sapphyra doesn’t even see it. Or she doesn’t want to.
“Sapph.” I mumble between kisses. She lets me lead her backwards into our bedroom.
“Wyatt…” She says my name like a prayer, like she’s about to give a sermon in my honor. Goddess help me, she’s still my addiction.
Spice and ash roll off of her skin, crashing down on my senses like a tidal wave. It’s been too long since I’ve smelled my beloved.
Her breath quickens as I strip off her shirt and pants. I was already shirtless, having spent far too long training in the gym with Guy earlier. It was all a distraction. What I needed was always right in front of me, the only one who could quell my hunger.
My life, my goddess, my everything. Sapphrya.
She gasped as my hands spread her thighs apart. My fingers sliced into her weeping flower, rough and messy. We didn’t care. Her hands gripped the bed sheets as my wrist delved deeper.
Faster. Harder. She doesn’t need me to be gentle and we don’t have time for it.
I know all the spots to hit and like a trained sniper, I don’t stop until my target is ruined. My other hand reaches up and teases her nipples. Twisting, pulling. A primal groan escapes me as they snap back deliciously, making her massive breasts jiggle like the playthings they are.
My playthings .All fucking mine.
With trembling thighs, her back arches off the bed. Her walls tremble and quake around my digits. Our eyes lock but hers break first. She eyes the door.
“I should go. I need to build—” I stop her bullshit mid sentence.
“No. I’m not done yet.” My voice is rough with need as I slide between her thighs and pull them around my waist. She can feel me, hot and heavy, aching to fill her.
100 goddamn years I’ve waited. Half a man, but fully her husband. Only our memories kept me going…and it’s about time we made new ones.
“Look at me.” I whispered, my thumb rubbing her lower lip. She trembles beneath my touch, remembering just how easy it is for her to lose control with me.
“Wyatt.” She sighs breathlessly as she bites her bottom lip, sucking my thumb in the process. That pushes me past whatever limit I made. I push past her walls, groaning as her heat envelops me after so long.
This isn’t my body but I’ll gladly use it like it’s mine.
“Wyatt!” Sapphrya screeched, reaching up to grasp my shoulders.
I lay down atop her body, using our height difference to my advantage. I nuzzle her breasts, burying my nose into her soft flesh. Her hard nipples called out to me, a dark treat that I can’t resist. My lips close around one as I thrust like my life depends on it.
“Yes?” I say, grinning. “Something to say, princess?” Her eyes lock in, giving me that sexy annoyed look. I know what she wants—me to finish her off so she can run away. But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.
Unfortunately for me, I can feel my physical body slipping even further. Moving like a pro surfer, I ride her body, letting her moans guide me until I find it: her killer spot. It sits in the back, at the top of her pelvis, right before her womb. I love my wife…but her body gets no mercy from me, not now.
“Sapphyra. Let go for me baby.” I growl out, hand slipping down to rub circles on her clit.
That command was all she needed. Her toes curl and her body goes rigid and she soaks me, flooding our sheets like a fire hydrant. But once isn’t enough for me. I need her to remember this moment, remember how hard I ached for her even after all these years apart.
It might be the very last time we’re together after all.
“Don’t quit on me now.” I grin at her, holding her body hostage with pleasure.
“W-wyatt, you’re insane.” She whimpers, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. “Daddy…” she lets out.
I resist every animalistic urge I have not to finish right then and there. I never stopped thrusting, never lost control even though Sapph was my weakness.
“Daddy, what, princess?” My breath hitches as I wait for her pleas.
“Don’t stop.” She relents, chest flushed, breath coming in short bursts.
That's all I needed to hear. I didn’t stop. Not when the headboard cracked the wall behind us. Not when she came for the third time within five minutes. When her thighs crushed my hips and her hands dug into my shoulders—breaking something, I didn’t stop.
It started at my feet, the crescendo of our lovemaking. I wanted to hold it off, to keep listening to the wet friction between us echo throughout our room. But I couldn’t. One more for my love and she went limp beneath me, chest heaving with exertion.
“Fuck!” I pressed myself low, damn near merging our bodies as my climax ripped free. A low groan accompanied each blast of cum hitting her unprotected womb. Fuck, the mere thought that I might impregnate her gave me enough juice for another shot.
But time was up. I slipped through her body and onto the floor. Rhea’s power has finally worn off, damn.
“Wyatt?! Are you okay honey?” I heard her calling for me but I couldn’t speak. My throat tightened and I was struck with a much worse horrid realization:
I can’t move my body.
“Wyatt?” The bed creaked as she climbed off of it, squatting low on the floor. She tilts her head, raising a brow as if waiting for a punchline that won’t come.
“Why are you still down there? Oh, wait, did Rhea's power finally wear off? Duh.” She facepalmed, still not catching on.
“Okay so…ya gonna get up now or just bask in the afterglow?” A lopsided smile, she still hadn’t clocked it.
Oh…Sapph. I love you, even when you’re as dense as tapioca pudding.
Her eyes widened as the wheels finally clicked into place.
“Wyatt?...Wyatt!”
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