The Dark Heir - Nyx

33. Nyx

His hips slowly moved forward, her legs tightening around him. A groan climbed up Nyx's throat. His eyes were locked on her face, savoring the way she looked when he pushed into her. The golden light of the dying sun cast Theia in a breathtaking tone, her plump lips parted in a moan, her brows drawing together as their eyes locked.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb as he sunk himself deeper in. He loved the way she stretched around him, drawing him in deeper. They both let out soft moans, and Nyx couldn't help it anymore. His mouth dropped to hers as he stilled his hips, allowing her time to adjust to his length. He kissed her slowly, her hand rising to the back of his neck. He moaned at the way her fingers twisted in the curls at the nape of his neck, the way her other hand gripped his bicep.

Nyx began to move, their mouths open against each other as they moaned. He moved slow, snapping his hips forward when he pulled nearly entirely out of her. Theia's back arched, her round breasts pressing into his chest. Theia took Nyx's bottom lip between her teeth as she bucked her hips against his thrusts.

As a reward for her taking him well, Nyx slid his hand between them and began drawing circles around her clit, earning a whine from her. Theia lifted her head, kissing him harder than before. Nyx moaned, moving his hips quicker as pleasure built at the base of his spine. He felt her clenching around him, her mouth dropping open in constant moans. He kissed the corner of her mouth, his breathing growing heavy.

"You're doing so good, you take me so well. Come for me, Theia, soak me," he rambled, dropping his head to kiss her neck. One of her arms wrapped around his shoulder, dragging his body closer. Her hand still fisted in his hair, slick bodies moving as one. Nyx felt like he couldn't get close enough. He pulled his hand from between them and grabbed her thigh, hiking her leg higher on his hip.

Theia's head dropped back in a loud moan at the change in angle, his cock reaching her perfectly. Her core tightened, his length pulsed and twitched. Moans rolled from Nyx's tongue uncontrollably, and he bit down on her shoulder as he finally filled her. Theia squeezed him, his name dropping from her lips in a quiet chant as she chased her high. They both stilled, panting yet clinging to each other. Nyx's hand slipped from her thigh, slipping beneath her back to pull her body closer.

Theia sucked in a sharp breath, hand trembling in his hair. "I think I'd want you here forever," she murmured, pressing her face into his neck. Nyx shuddered, fingers digging into her spine as she pressed soft kisses to his skin. He didn't want to pull out of her, even as he grew soft. Cauldron, he'd carve her skin and live within her if he could. Everything felt right. Feeling her breath against him, her heart pounding against his chest, her hands clinging to his hair and shoulder as he stayed nestled within her.

"I'd like to stay here forever," Nyx responded. Her arms tightened around him and his eyes squeezed shut. He hadn't cried since the night he nearly killed her, but for some reason, tears stung his eyes. He didn't want to feel distance between them; he wanted her skin on his, their breath to be the same.

"I might hate you tomorrow, but for now, it feels like it did in another life," Theia whispered. Nyx didn't want to move, but he felt how wet the skin of his neck felt. He knew tears fell from her eyes, and Nyx wanted to kiss them away, but he feared that if he saw her, he'd cry, too.

"I don't know if I loved you when we were younger, I don't know what it was, but it felt like this. I think I'd feel like this for you in every life. Whether it's love, or whatever, it's for you," he murmured, sealing his words with a kiss to her shoulder. Theia sucked in a breath, her nails digging into his skin and scalp, her legs tightening around him.

Would they cry together? Would the sorrow of the past fall freely from their eyes in this position? Nyx swallowed, though a sound left his throat as he did so. He felt as though they were grieving the time they'd spent together so long ago. It was buried now, the childish infatuation and heavy emotions. The jealousy, the hatred, the love. It was carved from their chests and laid bare.

Nyx lifted his face and gave Theia no time to see his watery eyes before he took her lips with his. It was meant to be slow and kind, but it was rooted by everything he'd ever felt for her. His teeth nipped to show the hatred, his tongue caressed to show the passion, their lips moved in sync to show the love. He wanted to love her, because surely it could be so easy now. They'd gone through the hardships, and maybe now they could run from his future and travel the continent together. Find refuge in each other.

Nyx rested his forehead on Theia's sucking in breaths as his tears blended with hers. The emotions were raw but he didn't mind. He felt safe enough in this moment to share every piece of himself with her. Nyx swallowed, already feeling regret, but he opened his mouth.

"I don't know if our love would be the same as it was, but I want it. I want to love you, and I want to feel yours. I don't want to live each day regretting our time together. I want it to feed into what we could have. You don't have to love me, but could we pretend? Could we live out a few days as though nothing plagued us but the feelings we had today?"

Theia opened her eyes, golden brown halos enhanced with her tears. Mother, he wanted to stare into her eyes forever. Her swollen lips quirked on one side, her fingers trailing along the skin of his shoulder.

"If you break my heart again, I'll kill you, Nyx. Heir or not, your heart is mine."

Cruel little vixen. Nyx pressed his lips to hers, slipping his hand from her back to capture her wrist. He dragged her hand from his hair and laid it across his chest. Her nails dug into the skin.

"I'd gladly bleed for you. I vow to let your blade carve my chest if I cause you unwanted pain again."

Theia's brows drew together. "Unwanted?"

Despite himself, Nyx's lips curved into a smirk. "You know you like to hurt sometimes," he cooed, leaning down to kiss her again. Theia laughed against his mouth, slipping her hand back into his hair. Nyx laughed with her, moaning when her heels dug into the round of his ass. His hips moved against hers, his cock growing hard inside of her.

"I love that feeling," Theia moaned into his mouth. Nyx bit at her bottom lip.

"My desire for you? I always feel it. This pretty little cunt of yours has more power over me than you know."

Theia laughed, though it got interrupted by a moan when Nyx pulled out of her and drove himself back in. Her back arched, nails dragging down his neck.

"I know just how much power I have over you," she responded. As though Theia wanted to prove it, she dipped her head and ran her tongue up his neck, sucking on his pulse point. He groaned, thrusting into her again. "I own you, Nyx. You're my little puppet, whether you like it or not."

Fuck, she didn't know how right she was.