"More—please," Stella moaned, her voice cracked with desperation, and Simon didn't hesitate.
A sinister chuckle escaped his lips as he yanked her soaked panties clean off her body—ripping them in one brutal motion. The sound of the fabric tearing echoed through the room, and Stella's breath hitched.
"Simon!" she gasped, her wide eyes filled with shock.
But Simon? He didn't give a fuck. His mouth was already latched to her throat, biting, sucking, branding her. Marking her as his. "You begged for it, little fish," he growled, his voice dripping with unrestrained hunger. "So now… I'm fucking giving it to you."
Without another word, Simon turned, gripping her thighs tightly, and stalked toward the edge of the pool. Stella clung to him, her heart hammering against her ribcage. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, so rigid, so demanding it was driving her insane.
"W-where are you taking me?" she gasped breathlessly.
Simon didn't answer. His grip on her ass tightened painfully as his voice dropped to something even darker. "To our bed," he rasped. "Where I'm about to eat you alive."
A dark shiver ran down Stella's spine.
Simon didn't slow down. He walked up the dark stone stairs, dripping wet, and the moment he reached the bedroom—he kicked the door shut with his foot. Still carrying her like she weighed nothing. His eyes were almost black now, primal, animalistic.
His mouth crashed onto hers — hard, bruising, desperate. Their teeth clashed, tongues battling, and Stella whimpered into his mouth. God, he was going to ruin her.
Before she could even think, Simon threw her onto the bed. Hard.
"Ahh—" she gasped, bouncing slightly as her bare back hit the silk sheets.
He was carved by the gods. His sculpted abs flexed under the dim light, his V-line leading straight to the most sinful part of him. Water still dripped from his hair, rolling down his muscles, and his veins bulged with pure, deadly restraint. He looked like a beast about to devour his prey.
Simon's heated gaze trailed down to Stella—completely bare, her nipples hard, her thighs pressed together, trying to conceal her dripping core. His jaw clenched at the sight.
"No," he rasped darkly, placing his knee on the bed, towering above her. "Spread them."
Stella's breath caught. "Simon…"
"Now, little fish."
Fuck. His voice was pure sin.
Slowly, reluctantly, Stella parted her thighs — exposing just how utterly drenched she was for him. Simon's throat vibrated with a deep, guttural growl. "So fucking wet for me," he muttered, almost to himself. His hands latched onto her thighs, yanking them further apart until she was embarrassingly exposed.
"Simon…" she gasped, her body on fire. "Please…"
"Please what?" he taunted darkly, his thumb lazily brushing over her swollen clit, watching her body jolt. "Use your words, little fish."
"I—" Stella swallowed hard, her chest heaving. "I need you."
Simon's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "Then take it."
And without any warning—he plunged two fingers inside her.
"AHHH!" Stella's back arched off the bed, a violent wave of pleasure wrecking her body. Her hand shot out, gripping his bicep as his fingers immediately began pumping inside her hard and deep. The obscene sound of her arousal filled the room.
"FUCK—Simon!" she moaned, her voice strangled.
Simon didn't stop. His fingers curled perfectly, hitting her G-spot over and over again until her legs began to tremble. His thumb rolled harsh circles around her clit, and Stella's vision blurred. She felt herself nearing the edge embarrassingly fast.
Simon's fingers didn't slow down. If anything — he went harder. His fingers fucking pounded into her soaking core, his thumb rolling relentless circles against her clit. Stella was losing her mind.
Her body convulsed. Her orgasm was right there, ready to snap, but Simon was holding her hostage. His mouth trailed down, and before Stella could register what was happening—his mouth latched onto her nipple.
"OH —"
Simon growled slowly, biting her sensitive bud as his fingers slammed into her.
"Do you want it, Stella?" Simon's voice was dark, guttural, almost inhuman. "Do you want me to take your virginity?" His fingers curled inside her, slamming directly into that sweet spot that made her scream. "Do you want me to pound into you like a fucking beast?"
"Y-Yes!" Stella gasped, her head falling back as her walls clenched around his fingers. Her nails dug into his shoulder. "Yes, Simon. I — I need you. I need all of you."
"Fuck," Simon growled, pulling his fingers out of her abruptly, causing Stella to whimper in protest. His dark brown eyes were now fully black — predatory. Dangerous. His control was long gone. "You have no fucking clue what you just asked for, little fish."
Stella didn't care. She was already reaching for his pants, her hands trembling with urgency. "I love you — and I need this. I want you, Simon. In every way." Her voice cracked, filled with so much desperation that Simon snapped.
A low, animalistic snarl ripped from his throat. "Then take it," he growled.
Without a second of hesitation, Stella popped the button of his jeans and yanked them down. His boxers followed, and the moment his thick, hard cock sprang free — Stella gasped. It was massive. Thick, veiny, and leaking precum. Her mouth watered at the sight of it.
"Ughh," she whimpered, her hand automatically wrapping around his girth. Simon hissed at the contact, his entire body jerking.
"Open your mouth," Simon ordered, his voice dripping with pure dominance.
Stella's tongue darted out, and before she could even fully process it — Simon grabbed the back of her head and thrusted into her mouth. Hard.
Stella gagged, tears immediately pricking her eyes as his cock hit the back of her throat. "That's it," Simon growled darkly, his grip on her hair tightening. "Take it like a good girl."
Her throat constricted around him as he started thrusting — hard, raw, and desperate. Stella's nails dug into his thighs, and she hollowed her cheeks, trying to keep up with his brutal pace.
Stella moaned around his length, her throat constricting as Simon's hand tangled harshly in her hair, pulling her down further. The sound of her gagging made his cock twitch even harder.
"That's it, baby. Choke on me," Simon growled, his voice animalistic. "Fucking hell — I could do this all day."
Stella's nails dug into his thighs as he controlled her movements, forcing his length deeper until her nose brushed his abdomen. Tears burned her eyes, and saliva dripped down her chin, but she didn't care. She wanted this — she wanted him.
"Fuck — fuck, Stella," Simon groaned. His hips jerked into her mouth, and she whimpered as she swallowed around him. "I'm gonna cum down your throat if you don't stop, baby."
Stella didn't stop. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder — desperate for it.
Simon snapped.
Before Stella could process his words — Simon grabbed her and laid her onto the bed. She barely had time to gasp before Simon was already between her legs, his face level with her glistening, swollen core.
"Fucking dripping," Simon rasped, his mouth watering at the sight. "All this for me?"
Stella whimpered, her thighs trying to close, but Simon shoved them apart. "Don't you dare," he growled.
"Ahhh—Simon!" Stella screamed, arching off the bed as his tongue devoured her. He didn't start slow. There was no teasing, no gentle caresses. Simon feasted. His tongue lashed at her clit, sucking it harshly, while two fingers slammed into her dripping entrance.
"Fucking hell — you taste so goddamn good," Simon growled, his voice muffled against her sex. "I'm not stopping until I drink every fucking drop."
"Ahhhhhh!" Stella screamed, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm slammed through her. Her juices spilled onto Simon's mouth, and he groaned like a starved man, lapping it up like it was his last meal.
Simon's body still buzzed from the aftermath of what he'd just done to her. His skin was slick with sweat, his cock still throbbing, but his concern shifted the second he felt Stella's body go completely limp beneath him.
Carefully, he carried her limp body into the ensuite bathroom. He sat her down on the counter, her head resting against his chest as he turned the water on.
He gently cleaned her up, wiping away his cum that still dripped down her thighs. Stella whimpered slightly at the touch, too sensitive to bear it, but Simon shushed her soothingly.
After carefully cleaning her, Simon wrapped a fresh towel around her and carried her back to bed. Stella melted into his arms, like she belonged there.
As he laid her down, she blinked at him sleepily. "…Stay with me?"
Simon's heart clenched. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."
He slipped under the duvet with her, pulling her completely onto his chest. Stella snuggled closer, her face nuzzled against his throat. Simon's arms enveloped her protectively, his lips brushing her damp hair.
Minutes passed. Stella's breath slowed, her body finally relaxing into sleep. Simon held her like she was his lifeline, his thumb drawing mindless circles on her bare back.
And then — as if his heart couldn't take it anymore — he leaned down and placed the gentlest, most reverent kiss on her temple.
"You did good, Stella," he whispered softly. "So fucking good for me, baby."
A soft, sleepy smile curled on Stella's lips. "Mmm… I love you…" she mumbled, half-conscious.
"I love you too, little fish," Simon whispered.
His hand brushed the hair out of her face, and his lips ghosted over her mouth in the softest, sweetest kiss he'd ever given her.
And as Stella finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
"…Happy Birthday, my sweet little fish," he whispered , his voice filled with raw love.
And then — without thinking — he marked her again.
She was his. Entirely. Eternally.
And God help anyone who tried to take her away from him.