Ghoth and I eventually made our way back, the hours we'd spent away acting as a much-needed buffer from the chaos. On the trek home, the suffocating tension from the morning had evaporated, replaced by an easy, effortless flow of conversation. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing until our ribs ached, then settling into those comfortable silences where only the sound of our breathing filled the air. It was the perfect escape, a temporary sanctuary.
Until we hit the perimeter of the house.
"Together again?"
The voice was like a shard of ice cutting through the warmth of the evening. Crap. Dayesh was standing there, a dark silhouette against the porch light, arms crossed over his broad chest. He looked absolutely lethal, his aura thick with a brooding, territorial energy.
"Why?" I countered, forcing my voice to remain steady. "I told you I was heading out for a breather."
"Yeah, but why are you with him?" His gaze flicked sharply toward Ghoth, his eyes narrowed with a simmering hostility.
"I just asked him to walk with me. Right, Ghoth?"
"Yeah," Ghoth replied, his tone clipped and flat. He didn't flinch, meeting Dayesh's predatory stare with a quiet, defiant intensity of his own.
"What do you think we were doing, anyway?" I added, crossing my arms to mirror his stance. "The atmosphere inside was getting a bit thick. We just needed to walk it off."
Dayesh didn't blink. His jaw clenched so hard I thought I heard the bone snap. "Follow me inside. Now."
Ghoth and I exchanged a quick, uncertain glance. There was a silent warning in Ghoth's eyes, a plea for me to be careful, but with a final, lingering look, I turned and followed my boss up to his quarters.
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the air in the room turned heavy and electric. Before I could even open my mouth to demand what this was about, Dayesh's hand clamped firmly onto my waist. He surged forward, pinning me back against the mattress with the sheer weight of his body, and crashed his lips onto mine in a bruising, desperate collision.
"W-wait... what the hell are you doing?!" I managed to gasp, breaking the seal for a fleeting second.
He offered no explanation. His dark eyes were a vortex of unreadable, chaotic fire as he leaned back in, effectively silencing my protests with a kiss that was deeper, harder, and more forceful than the last.
"Hold on..." I breathed against his lips, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. "You're planning something, aren't you? Some kind of game?"
Silence again. He was deaf to reason, driven entirely by a primal, reckless impulse. His hands began to roam, tracing the curve of my waist before sliding down to my hips with a possessive grip. Despite the logic in my head screaming that this was madness, my body had its own agenda. My thighs parted instinctively, welcoming the friction. My earlier session with Ghoth had been interrupted at the worst possible moment, leaving me on a razor's edge of unsatisfied craving, and my body was screaming for the release it had been denied.
"I feel like you're just doing this to get back at her," I panted, looking up into his shadowed face.
"No," Dayesh rasped, his voice a raw, jagged vibration. "Doing this won't hurt her. She doesn't give a damn about me anyway."
"Then why do this to me?"
My breath hitched and my back arched sharply off the bed as his fingers found the sensitive, aching center between my thighs. He began to tease and stroke with a relentless, punishing rhythm that made my toes curl.
Before I could even process the heat flooding my veins, Dayesh slid down the bed. He yanked my underwear away with a violent urgency and buried his face between my thighs. The first stroke of his wet, clever tongue shattered my train of thought. A muffled gasp escaped me, followed by a shaky, broken exhale.
My fingers tangled deep into his hair, pulling him closer, anchoring him to me as the overwhelming waves of pleasure began to drown out the world.
"Ahhh... Dayesh..."
"Say my name again, Saph," he groaned against my skin, his hot breath sending a fresh wave of shivers down my spine. "I want to hear it."
"It's... it's so good... ah!"
The friction was driving me toward a ledge. I felt the pressure building. An intense, coil-spring tension deep in my core that forced my hips to lift, practically begging for the kill. A heartbeat later, the tension snapped. A thick, sweet release flooded through me as my body convulsed under the expert ruin of his tongue.
I lay there trembling, gasping for air. When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring directly at me, watching the aftershocks of my climax with a dark, satisfied intensity. It was heavy almost awkward and to break the spell, I watched him free his own length. He was fully erect, throbbing and massive, as he began to stroke himself in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
I wasn't about to just lie there. I sat up, sliding over him to return the favor.
Low, guttural groans vibrated from Dayesh's chest as I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the swollen crown, my lips creating a tight, suffocating friction that made his hips twitch uncontrollably. I could taste the sharp, salty tang of his arrival, he was right on the brink, yet he remained rock-hard. I wanted that fullness inside me. I wanted to feel him hit the spot that was still humming from my own peak.
I let out a sharp, ragged gasp as I lowered myself onto his shaft, guiding his thick length into my slick, aching heat. God. He was built almost exactly like Ghoth, massive, rigid, and impossibly thick. It was the kind of overwhelming size that ruins a woman. Once you've known a weight like this, anything else feels like a ghost.
I began to move, lifting and dropping my hips in a slow, torturous grind. Dayesh immediately gripped my hips, his large hands acting as anchors, helping me establish a rhythm that drove him deeper with every downward stroke. The friction was internal, blinding, and white-hot.
"You can scream," Dayesh growled, his eyes dark with lust as he watched me writhe above him. "I've put a sound barrier. No one outside can hear a thing."
"Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?!" I cried out, finally letting go of my restraint. "I've been holding back this whole time!"
With the boundaries gone, the room was consumed by the raw, shameless music of clashing skin and echoing moans. Our bodies were slick with sweat, tangled in a primal, intoxicating heat that defied logic. Dayesh pulled me down into a frantic, tongue-twining kiss, his hands gripping my breasts as our bodies moved in a synchronized, chaotic dance. It was an explosive, untamed fire and neither of us had any intention of stopping until we were both burned to ash.
I had lost track of how many times Dayesh and I had reached our peak. I tried to push him away, my body heavy with exhaustion, but he was relentless, driven by a hunger that wouldn't break. Eventually, I just gave in, letting him have his way until his fire finally burned out.
Once he was finished, I rolled over, my back to him as a wave of drowsiness began to wash over me. But then, a sudden realization hit there were still things I needed to do. I forced myself up and began to fix my clothes, shaking off the lethargy.
"I'm heading out," I told him, my voice flat.
He didn't say a word, just lay there watching me with a silent, unreadable gaze. Before leaving, I remembered something I needed to clarify. I leaned down, bringing my lips close to his ear in a low whisper.
"We can do this often if you want, but don't expect me to love you. Just let me know when you need me in bed. As long as you give my salary a nice little raise, we're good."
I didn't wait for a reaction. I turned on my heel and walked out of his room, closing the door on the heavy silence.