Fuck. He would die here, between her thighs and hearing the songs of her moans. Nyx couldn't stop himself. He'd wanted this to be slow and gentle, to spill the emotions he'd felt today into her, but the taste of her core was addicting. Theia had already came onto his tongue, but he'd shoved her thighs apart and devoured her again.
"Nyx," Theia shouted, her body convulsing beneath his hold. A primal growl tore from his throat as he slid his tongue up her slits and bit down on her clit. She yelped, tried to close her knees from the overwhelming sensation, but Nyx couldn't stop. His fingers curled in her and she clamped around him. Nyx groaned, quickening the pace of his fingers as she fell over the edge again.
Nyx replaced his fingers with his tongue, drinking from her arousal. Theia writhed and moaned, chest heaving as she came down from the high. Nyx pulled his mouth from her, panting as he stared at up her. Her lips were parted, hands over her breasts as her back arched against the aftershocks. Fuck. Every part of her was erotic, seductive, dragging the ancient primal part of him from the depths of his soul.
Nyx swallowed hard, climbing over her body. It took every ounce of his strength to move slow. Every fibre of his being wanted to tear his pants off and fuck her until her voice was hoarse from screaming his name. To distract himself, Nyx dropped his head and dragged his tongue between her breasts, leaving a kiss atop each curve.
"How do you want me?" He croaked, catching her wrist and dragging her hand from her breast so he could pull it between his lips. Theia breathed out a moan, her other hand tangling in his hair.
"That depends. How will you treat me tomorrow?" She asked, using her grip on his hair to drag his face to hers. Nyx frowned, releasing her wrist and brushing her wild hair from her cheek.
"What do you mean?"
He knew what she meant. Nyx knew exactly what was on her mind, because he, too, dreaded the sunrise. Would she hate him again? Would he feel disgusted? Is this whirl of emotions only for the Summer Court?
"Will you despise me in the morning? Will you hate me or will you crave me?"
"Can't I feel both?" He asked, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth.
"Will you hate me, or will you want to hold me?" She reiterated. It didn't make things clear, because Nyx felt both. He hated her, he could never stop. He knew that Theia hated him, too. Whatever clouded that emotion today was something that Nyx wanted forever, but he didn't know what he'd feel when they'd wake up in the morning.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully. It pained him to see the look in her eyes, so he distracted himself by laying soft kisses to the skin of her neck. "Can I show you how I feel today, and we can determine what we feel tomorrow when it comes?"
Nyx knew he could fuck her hard any other day. Even if they hated each other, they still craved the pleasure. She'd take him as hard as he'd give, because she enjoyed the pain as much as he did. Today, he craved the soft touches and whisper of moans. He wanted to taste the way she cried his name, feel the way her body clung to his.
Theia nodded, a small sound escaping her throat. Nyx kissed the spot her pulse thudded, licked beneath her ear. His hand lowered to his pants and he shoved them off, sucking in a breath when the tip of his hard length hit his stomach. He would always be ready for her.
"I'm going to go slow," Nyx whispered, pressing a kiss to her jaw before he lifted himself. Her legs hooked around his hips, drawing him closer. They both let out shuddering moans at the contact. Nyx placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth as he aligned himself with her entrance.
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.