CHAPTER 27

Melio's POV

"What did they say about Greece again?"

I looked at a now-rooted Shaun. How do I start?

"Go with the flow, Chocolate! I am running thin on patience here."

"But I don't know how," I said, feeling shy. I mean, Mackenzie knew how it felt because she had vibrators and the rest. Me? No. I had never touched myself and sincerely did not know how.

"What do I do with you?"

I don't know why, but for some reason, I felt bad. "Fine, if that breaks the deal, I would understand," I said, making my way off the bed, only to be held in place by Shaun.

"What the fuck did I do to make you think I would let you off the hook after reeling up my primal desire? I will show you. Now, back to your previous position. Spread!"

I did as told and went back. I felt shy.

"I need to let you know how important it is for me to look you in the eyes. I need your eyes to communicate what your mouth won't be able to tell me 'cause trust me you won't be able to use your cognitive ability more so to utter aloud a word. So, princess, look at me. I want your eyes on me, okay?"

"Okay."

I don't know how this felt easy for him, but for me, I felt stupidly shy. My face was bright red.

"Ready, Chocolate?" he asked, to which I nodded.

"Now! Take your palm, slowly and steadily, to your temple."

I snapped my eyes open. "What temple?" 

"Sorry for the mix-up. Now, take your hand slowly and steadily to my temple—that’s your pussy, as you know."

This made me chuckle. "What the heck! Temple?" I asked to whcih he gave a small smile now.

"Focus, Firefly. This is very important work here. Run your hand over it for the next five minutes. I will talk you through this."

I did as I was told.

"Now, imagine me touching you right now. Imagine my mouth close to your ears, whispering words to you. Telling you how grand you look. Even Medusa would crumble in your presence. Your fullness, your smile, the way your faint green eyes look dilated when you're horny. Imagine me touching you all the way to your tummy..."

I could feel him now, even without touch. I felt his presence inside me, walking me through every barrier that had been removed. He made me see the heavens as a beautiful place to live, with songs of melody hummed by angels in approval of this worship. My breathing was ragged and heavy; my legs trembled at every motion. Every inch he bridged was a reminder of my total doom. The electric wave passed like a current from him to me. Our bodies were sweaty and hot, colliding in a war of pleasure—unfiltered, raw, and hungry.

My cries were not from pain, but from the realization of his hunger. He hit every spot that I didn't even know existed. Digging my nails into his back, I felt him moving further and deeper.

"Now, that's how good girls do it."

Now I was crying. "Shaun, I am cumming! Please, make me cum!" I cried out.

"Now, cum for me! Let me see you fall apart in my hands. Let go, Chocolate! Daddy's here!"

With that, I came undone. I was crying; the ecstasy was maddening. I could see my fingers, slippery and slick.

"Now, that's my girl. Insert them into your mouth."

I did, and I must say, in a very slutty way.

"Come here! Let me taste you."

With that, we kissed provocatively. He wanted to savor my mouth. "Fuck, I can't hold it in anymore. I want you now!"

"Me too!"

His fingers once again traced my core. He did not move, as if waiting for some kind of approval.

"Once I fuck you, you are mine. So, if you do not want this, all you have to do, Chocolate, is leave right now."

"I want you," I responded in an uneven, shaking voice. "I want this." That's all I needed to say to unleash something dark that had accompanied him here but was lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to manifest.

The pleasure his hands gave was magical; I could only imagine what it would feel like if he claimed me right here and now. With that, he added an extra finger to my very tight core, working his way in and out. The ecstasy I felt was ravishing; I could feel myself nearing the end. It felt good—so damn good.

"I have given you four orgasms to make up for every time I made you feel bad. Now, it's time I finally worshipped in this temple."

He positioned his dick at my opening. "Won't you use condoms?" I asked, clearly not aware of how this is done.

"Today, we feel our skin. It's your first time. We do not need condoms. I need to know what your walls feel like."

With that, he pierced through me. "Let's adjust you to my size. Fuck, you are tight."

He gave me about three minutes to settle. After ensuring that I was okay, he thrust. Quickly, the pain was replaced with pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel so good!" Thrusting in and out. I felt myself hungry for more. I kept sticking to him like glue. I was bare, open awith no part of me hidden from him. I closed my eyes for a bit biting on my finger to not let out the burning need to scream from this magnitude of spiking pleasure I felt.

This made him remove his dick from my core. I looked at him as he did direct it to my pussy only to hit his dick on my opening. Fuck I am ruined. Totally and utterly consumed.

"Please, put it back! Please Shaun!" Fuck I am a doomed. I am literally begging a man to fuck me. He just kept hitting on my pussy. This made my walls contrast every millisecond.

"Now you know and will listen when I say you should look at me. Look at me, Melio," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated right through my chest. As if under a smell, I did look at him. 

The molten heat. It felt like I was being filled not just physically, but entirely—as if he were occupying every corner of my consciousness.

"Fuck," he breathed, his forehead dropping against mine. "You feel like you were made for this. For me."

I couldn't find my voice, so I simply arched into him, my fingers digging into the strong, corded muscles of his shoulders. The friction was intoxicating. Every time he pulled back and thrust forward, it felt like he was rearranging my world, hitting depths of me that had been dormant until tonight. I felt like a masterpiece being carved by a sculptor who refused to tolerate a single imperfection. 

That's it," he groaned, his voice tightening with his own mounting need. "Take it all."

He was everywhere—his hands pinning my wrists to the mattress, his lips trailing fire across my collarbone, his body a heavy, glorious weight pressing me into the sheets. I felt the twist coning my core, that familiar, maddening knot tightening until I thought I would shatter into a thousand pieces. And when he thrust deeper, catching my hips in a firm, possessive grip, I finally let go.

The climax hit me like a tsunami, pulling me under and leaving me gasping for air. I felt his own release follow, a sudden, powerful shudder that rippled through his entire frame as he collapsed against me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He whispered.

"I want this— us forever. Be mine, Just mine!"

Shaun is indeed the man he thinks he his!