Ch. 44 – Withdrawal

“I mean every word, Rhea,” Rhys said, his voice cold, heavy, and absolute as he reached down, unbuckling his belt and shedding his clothes with practiced, methodical efficiency. “After today, the game is over. We go back to being normal neighbors. No more hushed texts, no more frantic meetings, no more of this.”

Rhea’s face contorted in a flash of genuine, distraught hurt, her golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears. But as Rhys’s shirt hit the floor, followed closely by the rest of his clothes, the primal, elemental urges coursing through her heat-flushed blood completely swept her resistance away. She lay back against the silk pillows, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of his powerful, scarred frame looming over her.

Rhys rested his weight down on her chest, his knees pinning her thighs as he leaned over her. He grabbed her jaw gently, forcing her to look straight into his eyes.

“You have to promise me right now, Rhea,” Rhys demanded, his tone dropping into a low, uncompromising growl. “For the sake of your marriage, for the sake of mine, and for whatever sanity we have left... promise me this is the end. Or I swear to God, I put my clothes back on and walk down those stairs right now.”

Rhea looked up into his dark, stern gaze, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her eyes drifted helplessly down to the massive, throbbing length resting against her stomach, and any lingering restraint snapped entirely.

“I promise...” Rhea whimpered out softly, her voice trembling.

Without waiting another second, she leaned forward, opening her mouth wide and taking him in with a single, remarkably smooth glide.

Rhys let out a harsh, shuddering breath, his head snapping back as the sudden, scalding wetness of her mouth enveloped him.

Rhea slowly pulled back, letting the head of his shaft pop from her lips with a soft, wet sound. She looked up at him with a starry-eyed, fiercely possessive devotion, a dark, coy smile playing on her flushed lips. “I promised...” she purred, her warm breath caressing his groin, “...but I’m going to pour every single drop of my love into this moment to convince you otherwise.”

A sudden spike of raw, unadulterated heat flared in Rhys’s chest at her open defiance. He stared down at her, a dark realization settling over his mind: if this truly was going to be the absolute last time, if he was going to burn his remaining morals to the ground before walking out that door, then he was going to indulge in every single second of it.

Rhea dove back down, accelerating her pace into a rapid, rhythmic suction, her hands reaching up to grip his thighs. Rhys grunted, reaching down to palm her massive, firm breasts, his fingers sinking deep into the furnace-warm yield of her golden skin. He began to buck his hips forward, thrusting between her generous bosom while she greedily took him all the way down her throat, taking every inch he offered.

The heat in the room reached a fever pitch. With a guttural, choked groan, Rhys hit his limit, finishing hard and thick. He emptied himself everywhere, coating her lips, her chin, and her chest in a hot, unrestrained wave. Rhea didn’t flinch—she lapped it up greedily, her tongue trailing over his sensitive skin and kissing his groin softly as his body shivered out the final, violent pulses.

Rhys stood above her, looking down at the breathless, glistening sight of her in absolute wonder. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a war drum.

“Turn over,” Rhys commanded, his raspy voice leaving no room for argument.

Rhea’s eyes lit up with excited obedience. She immediately rolled onto her stomach, arching her back and resting her cheek against the damp silk sheets, presenting her broad, sculpted behind to him.

Rhys leaned over her, taking in the magnificent, breathtaking sight of her full, golden expanse. He reached out with both hands, placing his palms on the outer curves of her hips and spreading her wide, exposing her completely to his view.

“You look unbelievable, Rhea,” Rhys muttered, his voice thick with raw appreciation.

Rhea squirmed against the bed, a deep, rosy flush spreading across her shoulders and neck. “Please, Rhys...” she squeaked out, biting her lower lip, her voice dripping with shy embarrassment. “It’s... it’s embarrassing when you look at me like that...”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Rhys whispered softly.

He knelt down on the mattress behind her, leaned forward, and plunged his tongue straight into her warm, dripping center.

Rhea let out a loud, shrill moan of pure, explosive excitement, her hips jerking violently against his face.

Rhys instantly popped his head up, his hand coming down to smack her lower back firmly. “Quiet!” he hissed in a panicked, intense whisper, glancing toward the locked bedroom door. “Durin is right downstairs!”

Rhea buried her face deep into a feather pillow, nodding frantically, her hands clutching the sheets.

Rhys leaned back down, plunging his tongue deep inside her once again. He set a relentless, rhythmic pace, completely abandoning his hesitation as he found himself deeply enjoying her rich, elemental musk and sweet, intoxicating taste. Beneath him, Rhea began to shudder violently, her toes curling into the mattress as a powerful, body-racking climax ripped through her frame. Her core spasmed rhythmically against his mouth, but Rhys refused to let go, staying buried between her thighs, drinking in every drop of her release until her trembling subsided.

The second her spasms slowed, while her body was still heightened and hypersensitive, Rhys rose up on his knees. He guided his rigid length to her aching opening and slid straight in with a long, agonizingly smooth stroke.

Rhea let out a muffled, desperate cry into the pillow, her hips thrusting back instinctively to meet him as Rhys found a deep, powerful rhythm.

Rhys was on cloud nine. His mind completely detached from reality, floating in a pure, sensory high. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this—he knew that allowing himself to feel this level of uninhibited bliss would shatter his resolve, shatter his morality, and ruin everything he was trying to protect. But right here, right now, in the heavy, scented air of this locked room, he couldn’t force himself to care.

He bucked his hips with fierce, uncompromising power, the wet, resounding skin-on-skin claps echoing softly against the grand walls of the master suite.

Rhea’s body surged with another wave of intense elemental heat. As her internal tension reached a breaking point, a powerful, violent spasm tore through her core. With unbelievable, elemental strength, her hips bucked upward so fiercely that she actually lifted Rhys’s entire weight off the bed, holding him suspended in mid-air as her internal walls clamped down around him like a vise.

Rhys gritted his teeth, his vision flashing white at the unbearable tightness. He refused to relent. He drove himself deeper, pounding through her violent spasms until he broke through, finishing hard and deep inside her. He drove straight into her, unleashing a massive, hot torrent deep into her womb.

Rhea screamed silently into the pillow, hit by a simultaneous, earth-shattering climax that sent shockwaves rippling through her golden skin. Rhys could feel every single micro-contraction of her body, his mind going utterly blank as he emptied himself completely into her core.

Finally, the incredible tension snapped. Rhea’s raised bottom collapsed back onto the mattress, bringing them both crashing back down into the mess of twisted silk and linen. Rhys let out a long, shuddering exhale as he slowly slid out of her, collapsing beside her form as Rhea lay motionless in a state of sheer, mindless bliss.

For a minute, the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing.

Then, Rhys felt a sudden, bizarre surge of adrenaline—a second wind washing over his limbs. He sat up, grabbed Rhea by her shoulders, and flipped her back onto her front, pulling her flushed, sweaty face up to his and kissing her with a deep, bruised passion that left her completely breathless.

Rhys stood up off the bed. His eyes were dark, glazed over with a intense, dominant drive. He walked around to the side of the bed, positioning himself right at the edge, looking down at Rhea’s upturned face as her head hung slightly over the mattress.

He lined himself up perfectly, grabbed her hair gently to hold her steady, and slid smooth and fast straight down her throat in one fluid, unbroken motion.

Rhea’s eyes went wide as saucers, her hands gripping his calves as she took all of him in, her throat stretching effortlessly to accommodate his entire length.

Rhys looked down, deeply impressed by the prominent, unmistakable bulge forming against the front of her slender, golden neck. As he moved his hips in a slow, deep back-and-forth slide, he watched the distinct imprint appear and vanish beneath her smooth skin like a hypnotic magic trick.

Ecstasy surged through Rhys’s veins. He reached down with his hand, pressing his fingers lightly against the side of her throat, right where his head was sliding past.

The light, precise pressure hit an intense nerve ending. Rhea’s entire frame spasmed violently in sheer, overwhelming oral ecstasy, her back arching off the bed, her knuckles turning white as she clawed at the bedsheets.

Driven wild by her reaction, Rhys reached his free hand down between her open, trembling legs, pulling her wetness toward him and feeling the searing, radiating warmth of her center. He accelerated his pace into a wild, breathless frenzy, the room filling with the wet, desperate sounds of Rhea swallows and heavy, breathless gulps.

Rhea’s body bucked violently as she finished hard once more, her elemental energy rippling outward in a frantic, uncontained burst.

Right on her heels, Rhys hit his absolute limit. He drove deep down her throat, holding her still as he finished hard, pouring a thick, endless wave straight down into her deep swallows. For several long, agonizingly sweet seconds, Rhea greedily took every last drop, her throat working in rhythmic, automatic gulps even as her body continued to spasm beneath him.

Slowly, gently, Rhys pulled back, sliding free.

He stood at the edge of the bed in a silent, floating daze. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn, but rays of the warm, amber setting sun cut through the gaps, bathing the luxurious room in a deep, golden light. Hours had passed.

Rhys stood there, chest heaving, looking down at Rhea. She lay stretched across the silk sheets, completely spent, floating in a state of exhausted, radiant euphoria, her golden skin glistening under the dying sunlight.