Desire Dominion: Every Woman Has A Weakness. He Is Theirs

Vespera's living eyes met his, already understanding. Her voice stayed cool even as the gold mark at her throat pulsed.

"Here?"

"Here."

He pressed her back against the warm stone of the ridge and kissed her hard. Vespera answered with equal force, one hand already working at the fastenings of his robe. There was no slow conversation this time. The fight outside made every second count.

Levi pushed her down onto a flat shelf of stone. Vespera's cloak and clothing came away in quick, efficient motions. Her full breasts rose with each sharp breath.

The gold mark glowed against pale skin. He settled between her thighs in one smooth movement and thrust into her to the hilt.

Missionary.

Vespera's head tipped back. A tight, controlled sound left her throat as he filled her. Levi braced one hand beside her head and the other under her hip, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet heat of her body gripped him tightly. Each thrust forced a sharper breath from her lips.

'She stays quiet even now. I will change that.'

He fucked her harder. The slap of skin against skin cut through the distant roar of the hybrid and the crack of ballistae. Vespera's legs locked around his waist. Her living eyes stayed open and locked on his face, the usual cold composure cracking under the intensity. Gold light pulsed between them with every stroke.

When her walls began to flutter he did not ease off. He drove through her climax, forcing it higher until her back arched clean off the stone and a raw, unwilling cry finally broke from her throat. Only then did he pull free.

Levi stood and hauled her up with him. He spun her and pinned her chest-first against the vertical face of the ridge. One of his hands locked both of her wrists above her head. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. He thrust back into her from behind in a single deep stroke that lifted her onto her toes.

Vespera's forehead pressed against the warm stone. Her breath came in short, broken bursts as he fucked her against the wall without mercy. Each thrust drove her higher. The wet sounds grew louder, filthy and constant. Her full breasts crushed against the rock with every impact.

"Harder," she managed, voice rough.

Levi gave it to her. He released her wrists only long enough to hook one of her knees and open her further, then pinned her again and kept the brutal pace. Vespera's controlled facade was gone. Soft, continuous sounds spilled from her mouth in time with his thrusts. When the second climax tore through her she shook hard enough that he had to hold her upright against the stone.

He pulled out while she was still trembling.

Sixty-nine.

Levi dropped onto his back on the stone shelf and dragged her over him. Vespera understood instantly. She turned, straddled his face, and lowered her wet, swollen folds to his mouth at the same time she took his cock between her lips.

The position locked them together. Levi gripped her hips and pulled her down hard onto his tongue, licking and sucking without restraint. At the same time he thrust up into her mouth. Vespera moaned around his length and answered with equal hunger, taking him deep into her throat.

The mutual intensity built fast. Vespera's thighs tightened on either side of his head as he worked her clit with ruthless focus. She sucked him harder in response, saliva running down his shaft. Gold light flared between their joined bodies. Outside, the battle still raged, but neither of them cared.

Vespera came first, grinding down onto his mouth with a muffled, broken cry. The taste of her flooded his tongue. Levi kept licking her through it, forcing the orgasm higher while her throat convulsed around his cock. Only when her trembling peaked did he let himself follow, thrusting up and spilling deep into her mouth in long, heavy pulses.

Vespera swallowed everything he gave her and stayed in place until the last tremor faded. When she finally lifted her head her living eyes were dark and dazed, gold mark glowing bright at her throat. Her lips were wet and slightly swollen.

Levi guided her back down beside him for a brief moment, both of them breathing hard against the warm stone.

"Next time," he said, voice low, "I will take longer."

Vespera's mouth curved in a rare, sharp smile. "I will hold you to that."

They dressed quickly and without awkwardness. The sounds of the ongoing fight pulled them back. Lucy's laugh rang out somewhere near the gate. The hybrid's roar shook the air again.

Levi and Vespera stepped out from the ridge together, gold light already gathering around them once more. The Red Spires still stood. The battle was not finished.

But Vespera's living eyes carried a new, satisfied heat as she moved back into formation at his side.

The Sovereign of Neverland returned to the fight with one more claim burned deeper than before.

…

Levi and Vespera stepped back into the open just as the pit-wyrm hybrid smashed shoulder-first into the great iron gate. The metal boomed and bent inward. Cracks raced across the surface.

Lucy was already on the left flank, laughing as she cut down a pair of crimson-armored soldiers who had tried to flank through the sulfur haze. "About time you two finished your private meeting. I was starting to feel neglected."

Isha's slime lashed out like living whips, yanking three more soldiers off the lower battlements and slamming them into the glass hard enough to crack it. "They are very organized. It is annoying. I am fixing it."

Serakel's third eye glowed bright. Precise force blades severed the strings of two ballistae on the second tier. The weapons collapsed on their crews with heavy, satisfying crunches. "Discipline is only useful until someone breaks the formation. Watch this."

The Reverend Mother Superior stood in a clean circle of holy-gold light, turning every heated shot that came near her into harmless ash. "I will keep the sky clear. Try not to make more work for me than necessary."

Vespera rejoined the line without a word, but the usual cold composure in her living eyes now carried a residual heat. Northern ice erupted across the right-side approach, freezing an entire advancing squad mid-charge. She walked past them as if they had become statues.

Levi walked straight toward the bending gate. Gold light gathered around him in a visible tide.

'They built their pride on walls and ranks. Both are already failing.'

Commander Saria appeared on the gatehouse platform again, crimson cloak snapping in the hot air. Her voice still carried authority, but the edges had gone tight.

"Close ranks! Heated shot on the hybrid! Do not let them—"