🔞🔞🔞🔞I woke to a heavy, dragging exhaustion, a deep ache settling into the muscles of my lower body. My nightgown was a tangled mess against my skin, and my hair felt like a wild halo around my face. I bit the corner of my lip, tracing the sensitive flesh with my fingertips. It felt swollen, pulsed with a dull heat, though the memory of how it got that way remained a hazy blur.
As my eyes adjusted to the suffocating darkness of the room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar, a sliver of the hallway’s shadow cutting across the floor.
I shifted, turning my body away from the door, only to have my breath hitch in my throat. My eyes widened in shock. There, bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight peeking through the window, sat Emrys. He was staring right at me, his gaze dark and unreadable.
"What the hell are you doing here, Brother?" I gasped, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and a displeasure I couldn't quite maintain.
Emrys didn't offer a word of explanation. Instead, he reached out, sliding his hand beneath the hem of my nightgown. His palm was warm as he traced the curve of my waist, his fingers dipping low over my hips before working their way around to my backside. He suddenly squeezed with a bruising force, and a sharp, involuntary moan escaped my lips.
"Didn't you want this, Callista? My dear sister," Emrys whispered, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "You certainly seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to you while you were sleeping."
"What?! Stop this, Emrys," I hissed, though my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch. "Someone will see us. How will you explain this to Father? And besides, you are to be wed to that Calligo Prin—"
The name was stolen from my tongue as Emrys crashed his lips against mine. It was a ravishing, angry kiss. He bit my lower lip hard, forcing an opening, his tongue sliding inside to claim every corner of my mouth with a possessive heat.
When he finally pulled back, he hovered just inches from my face, his breath ghosting over my skin. "Don't talk or think about anything else right now, Callista."
He claimed my mouth again, shifting his weight until he was pinned on top of me, caging me within the span of his broad arms. With a sudden, violent tug, he tore my nightgown down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were already dark and turgid, reacting to the cold air and the fire of his proximity.
Instinctively, I tried to cover myself, crossing my arms over my chest, but Emrys was faster. He wrenched my arms aside, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, using his weight to keep me still. His free hand moved to grope my breast, kneading the soft flesh firmly as his mouth left mine to roam down my neck.
He found my left nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking passionately, punctuating the rhythm with sharp, stinging bites. I moaned, a sound of pure surrender, as I felt his grip on my wrists loosen. He used his hand to pry my legs wide, his fingers finding the hem of his own clothes. He unbuckled his trousers, tossing them aside with a focused intensity.
His fingers found the entrance of my heat, tracing the slick folds. "Damn, Callista... you’re dripping wet. You really do want it, don't you?"
He adjusted himself, pulling my legs higher toward his shoulders to grant him total access. He slid a middle finger deep inside me, and I arched my back, eyes fluttering shut as a surge of ecstasy rippled through my nerves. He watched my reaction closely, his rhythm increasing with every second. He moved his head down, kissing my belly before his tongue found my clit, swirling against it with agonizing precision.
I was out of breath, my moans turning into frantic, broken screams. I caught his hair in my hands, pulling hard as the climax built like a storm behind my eyes. "I want you, Brother... I want it inside me. Please, fuck me, Emrys!"
He slid a second finger inside, stretching me wide while his mouth continued its relentless work on my center. I was begging him, sobbing for release, when he suddenly pulled away and moved back up the bed.
"Not so fast, Sister," he murmured, his eyes dark with hunger. "Make Brother feel good, too."
Without waiting, he guided his length into my mouth. I felt him reach deep into my throat, a few stray tears escaping the corners of my eyes as he began to thrust, his hand tangling in my hair, his other hand tightening slightly around my neck.
After a few moments of punishing intensity, he pulled out and flipped me over. He positioned me on all fours, and without a hint of hesitation, shoved himself into me from behind. The sudden fullness was an intense, staggering pain that quickly melted into a white-hot friction. He fucked me with a savage rhythm, reaching around to grope my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples until I was seeing stars.
The pain didn't matter anymore; he was hitting every right spot, filling every inch of me. He pulled out just long enough to flip me onto my back, pinning me in a missionary position. He held my legs back, spreading me even further, and plunged back in with even more aggression. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging deep into the skin of his back as I sobbed into his shoulder.
"Damn it, Emrys, give it to me! Please... cum inside me, Brother! Please!" I begged, any thought of consequences or the future burned away by the heat of the moment. I wanted his mark, his seed, to claim me entirely.
At the very peak of his release, Emrys groaned, pulling back at the last possible second to spill his heat across my stomach.
