Aurelian felt a sudden, terrifying spike of pleasure ripple straight down his spine at the sound of the strangled, fractured and muffled moans, feeling Norx's hole tighten up even more.
This was the absolute submission he had been starving for all week. The fact that he was pulling these desperate, broken noises out of an ancient creator god—a being who had mocked his imperial status and flouted his laws over and over again—filled the sovereign with an intoxicating, wild euphoria.
His golden eyes flared with a dense, chaotic brilliance in the dim amber candlelight, his fingers digging deeper into the god's tanned flesh, deliberately tracking the frantic, desperate leap of the pulse beneath his palms.
"Look at you," Aurelian whispered hoarsely, his chest heaving as he drove into the tight, burning hole and aimed to break past the colon so he began to push heavily into that point. "The great creator... reduced to making such pathetic noises beneath my hands."
