𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝

He smiles, and the world shatters.

A soft hum vibrates through your bones, a hymn that scrapes at the back of your mind like rusted nails. The air is thick with the scent of white lilies and something sweeter—cloying, saccharine, almost sickly, like the aftertaste of wine laced with poison. You try to move, but silk-wrapped chains bite into your wrists, suspending you against the gilded altar.

His golden eyes gleam as he kneels before you, a worshipper at the feet of a reluctant god.

“You always tremble so beautifully.”

Your breath stutters when his gloved fingers brush the inside of your thigh. The contrast of warmth and fabric sends a violent shudder rippling through you, but you bite down the whimper threatening to escape. It doesn’t matter—he hears it anyway.

He always hears everything.

A pleased chuckle slips past his lips. His fingers slide higher, dipping beneath the ruined lace of your undergarments. The silk pools around your ankles, and his grip tightens when you try to kick him away. It’s adorable, really, the way you still think you can fight.

“You don’t have to struggle,” he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your knee. “I’ll take care of you. I always do.”

A sharp rip of fabric, the cool sting of air against bare skin, and then—

“Oh, darling, you’re trembling.”

His voice drips with something sickeningly fond, something reverent. His hands are a benediction, sliding up your stomach, molding over your breasts with an almost tender sort of cruelty. A prayer uttered between gasps. A hymn sung with shaking fingers. His kisses travel higher, lingering against your clavicle, the curve of your throat, the delicate shell of your ear. Each press of his lips burns, scorching a path that sears deep into your marrow.

And then he’s inside you.

A single thrust rips the air from your lungs, splitting you open with brutal, calculated precision. A sharp cry bursts from your lips, but he swallows it whole, mouth slanting over yours in a kiss that steals whatever fight you had left. His tongue tangles with yours, slow and possessive, drinking in every sound you make.

“You fit me so perfectly,” he groans, pulling back just to slam into you again, harder this time. “Like you were made for me.”

Tears spill down your cheeks, and he licks them away with a pleased hum.

His pace is relentless, each thrust deeper than the last, each snap of his hips angled to wring out the most delicious sounds from your unwilling mouth. His grip bruises, nails digging crescents into your hips, your thighs, your throat. Over and over, he buries himself inside you, worshiping you in the only way he knows how—with violence, with possession, with devotion sharpened into something unholy.

When you break, he breaks with you.

A shuddering breath, a whispered plea, a silent sob lost in the space between bodies.

And then—his voice, a hushed murmur against your sweat-slicked skin.

“Mine.”

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