The Crown's Fire - Chapter 279

Chapter 279: Breathless**
As soon as Atlas finished his major tasks, he rushed home to check on Ezme. Master Kasper had promised the night before to examine her condition and see what could be done.

When Atlas arrived, he saw Master Kasper walking outside, accompanied by a servant.

“Master Kasper,” Atlas greeted him with concern, and the older man nodded in acknowledgment.

“How is she?” Atlas asked anxiously.

Kasper smiled reassuringly. “It’s mostly psychological, Atlas. That’s why she’s been struggling to control her venom. There’s likely a story behind this—one that you should ask her about.”

Kasper then gave Atlas a teasing grin. “But I have good news. I managed to inactivate the vampire venom in her body temporarily. It’s safe for her to feed on you to satiate her heat and hunger during this time.”

“Oh,” Atlas said, feeling a wave of relief. He was glad to hear this, knowing he could now help Ezme without fear. This way, she wouldn’t have to endure the pain of her vampire heat alone.

He bowed deeply to Master Kasper. “Thank you so much, Master Kasper, for your help!”

Kasper chuckled. “Ah, but you know my services don’t come for free!”

Atlas straightened up and quickly replied, “Please, tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

Kasper grinned. “Nothing comes to mind just yet, but I’ll let you know when I decide.” He waved off Atlas’s offer to walk him out, adding with a wink, “Now, go to your wife. She needs you.”

Atlas hurried to their bedchamber, fully understanding what Master Kasper meant. Ezme was in heat, and she needed him to attend to her immediately to prevent her from being in pain. He quickly entered the room as soon as he reached the door, and his jaw dropped the moment he laid eyes on his wife.

His heart raced as he took in the sight of his wife, Ezme, lying on their bed, naked and vulnerable, her body slick with a sheen of sweat from her own touch. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and the sight sent a rush of heat through him that was impossible to ignore.

Ezme’s face flushed deeply as she met his gaze. She looked equal parts embarrassed and desperate, her hand still between her legs, fingers glistening with her arousal. “I thought you’d take longer,” she murmured, her voice trembling with both shame and need. “I feel so strange, Atlas… It’s like I can’t control myself. I hate this part of my heat.”

Atlas swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his own desire pressing against the fabric of his pants. His mouth went dry as he tried to find the words, but his thoughts were clouded by the primal need to be with her, to ease the torment she was feeling.

She continued, her voice a husky whisper as she bit her lip, her fingers still moving within herself. “I had to send Master Kasper away… I couldn’t wait anymore. The need was too strong.”

Her confession, paired with the sight of her fingers working inside her, pushed Atlas to the brink. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He swiftly began to undress, his clothes discarded carelessly onto the floor.

“Let me help you with that, Ezme,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Kasper said your venom is blocked, so it’s safe. You can bite me, drink from me… Mark me as yours.”

He moved onto the bed, his hands reaching for hers. Gently, but firmly, he pulled her hand away from where it was buried between her thighs. He replaced it with his own, teasing her with the tip of his hard shaft, brushing it lightly against her slick entrance. The sensation drew a shuddering gasp from her lips.

Ezme’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body arching toward him instinctively. But then she opened them again, meeting his gaze with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. “Atlas…” she breathed, her voice a mix of desperation and command. “I need you… I need it rough. Don’t hold back.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder. Atlas’s control snapped. He growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through the room, and without any further hesitation, he thrust into her with a single, powerful motion. Ezme cried out, her hands clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Atlas moved with a fierce rhythm, each thrust hard and fast, just as she had asked for. Her moans and gasps filled the room, each sound fueling his own arousal. He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to every movement, every shift in their shared passion.

He leaned down, his mouth finding her neck, his lips brushing against the soft skin where her pulse beat rapidly beneath. “Bite me, Ezme,” he whispered against her skin. “Take what you need.”

Ezme didn’t need any further encouragement. Her fangs extended, and she sank them into the side of his neck with a moan of both pleasure and relief. The sharp pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy that followed.

As she drank from him, her hips bucked against his, meeting his thrusts with equal force. The sensation of her feeding was intense, making his blood feel like it was on fire, each pull from her mouth sending waves of pleasure through him.

Atlas could feel his climax building, the pressure coiling tight in his core. He shifted his angle, thrusting deeper, harder, until he felt her shudder beneath him, her body tightening around his as she screamed his name, her orgasm ripping through her. The sensation pushed him over the edge, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he released inside her, filling her with his seed.

Ezme continued to drink from him, even as their bodies trembled in the aftermath of their shared pleasure. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were glowing with a satisfied, almost predatory gleam. Blood stained her lips, but she looked more at peace than she had in days.

Atlas collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. He kissed her forehead, his hand gently stroking her hair as she curled against him.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice drowsy. “I needed that so badly…”

“I’m always here for you, Ezme,” Atlas whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

Ezme smiled mischievously as she rolled on top of him. Her eyes were burning with lust and hunger. She licked her lips, and Atlas found himself hard again almost instantly. “I’m not done yet. I promise to drink only a little, not to drain you, husband. Can you feel the bond? I marked you, and it should be working by now,” Ezme hummed.

Atlas did feel something different inside his body, an almost electric connection between them that hadn’t been there before. He growled in intense pleasure as Ezme slowly engulfed his hard shaft, bending down to lick the mark she had made between his neck and shoulder.

“Ahhh, Atlas. It feels so good!” Ezme mewled, rocking herself on top of him, riding him back and forth and gyrating her hips fervently. The friction, the heat, and the connection they shared were overwhelming, driving both of them closer to the edge with every movement.

Ezme’s pace quickened, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased her release. Atlas gripped her hips, helping to guide her, his own body responding to her every motion. He could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared her climax.

“Ezme…” he groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. With a final, desperate cry, Ezme threw her head back, her body convulsing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. The intensity of her release sent waves of pleasure through Atlas as well, pushing him perilously close to his own climax.

But Ezme was still unsatisfied, her hunger not yet sated. She leaned down, her eyes blazing with desire as she whispered, “More… I need more.” With a swift motion, she pulled Atlas up into a sitting position, their bodies still intimately connected.

Atlas’s hands found her breasts, kneading them as Ezme started to ride him again, harder and faster than before. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue, eliciting a deep moan from her. The sensation of his mouth on her sensitive skin drove her wild, fueling her need to reach yet another peak.

Ezme’s movements became more frantic, her hips slamming down onto him with a force that sent shivers through both of their bodies. Atlas matched her pace, thrusting up into her with equal intensity, their combined efforts creating a rhythm that was both chaotic and perfectly synchronized.

“Atlas!” Ezme cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him harder. The feeling of him deep inside her, combined with the sensation of his mouth on her breast, was driving her to the brink of madness. She could feel another orgasm building, this one even more powerful than the last.

“Ezme, I’m close…” Atlas warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He could feel the pressure mounting, the need to release becoming almost unbearable.

“Don’t hold back,” Ezme whispered fiercely, her eyes locking onto his. “Give me everything.”

With a final, forceful thrust, Atlas let go, his body trembling as he spilled himself inside her. The sensation triggered Ezme’s own release, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name. The intensity of their shared climax left them both breathless, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat.