Xavier sat up slightly, his mouth latching onto one of her perfect breasts, sucking her nipple hard while his hand kneaded the other.

"Ahhh~❣️" Diana screamed, grinding her hips down in response, her pace becoming wild, erratic — faster, harder, more desperate.

Her goddess-like composure was nowhere to be found; she was now nothing but a woman lost in lust, riding her man with reckless abandon.

"Look at you…" Xavier growled between kisses to her breast, his voice thick with arousal. "The great goddess Diana… riding my cock like a slut who can't get enough."

"Y-Yes!" she admitted through broken moans, her face flushing even redder as her hips slammed down harder. "I am… your slut… only for you, Xavier… nghhh~❣️"

The admission sent a surge of primal heat through him. He grabbed her ass firmly, helping her slam down harder, faster, until the entire bed shook with their movements.

Their moans tangled together, the wet, lewd sounds of their bodies echoing in the room as Diana lost herself completely to the act. Her nails raked across his chest, leaving faint red trails as her climax began to build again.

Her silver hair clung to her flushed face, sweat dripping down her temples as she threw her head back and cried out, "X-Xavier… I'm… I'm cumming~!"

Her pussy clenched violently around his cock, milking him with divine intensity.

"Shit—Diana!" Xavier roared, unable to hold back as her orgasm triggered his own. He slammed her down hard one final time, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his hot seed into her womb.

"Ahhhhnnn~❣️" she screamed, her entire body trembling violently as she rode out the waves of pleasure, collapsing forward against his chest.

The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed tightly together, his cock still buried inside her while her pussy twitched and pulsed around him.

Xavier wrapped his arms around her, holding her trembling body close, smirking against her damp hair. "Damn… you're dangerous when you're on top."

Still panting, Diana let out a weak, breathless laugh, kissing his collarbone softly. "…And I'm not finished proving it."

Her lips were still swollen from the last kiss when she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. A dangerous gleam burned in Diana's gaze, one that told Xavier she wasn't done—not even close. Her chest rose and fell in quickened rhythm, her bare skin glistening faintly with sweat, but she looked more radiant now than ever, as though her hunger only sharpened her beauty.

"Don't think you've conquered me yet," she whispered, her voice husky, almost a growl. Without giving him a chance to respond, she pushed against his chest and forced him back down, straddling him with raw determination. Her thighs clamped tight against his sides, her nails trailing across his skin with just enough sting to make him hiss.

This time, she didn't ride him with the slow passion from before—she ground herself into him with ferocity, each roll of her hips calculated to wring a deeper sound from his throat. Her body moved like it was starved, chasing every spark of pleasure until it turned into fire. When he tried to grasp her waist for some control, she slapped his hands back down against the sheets, pinning him there as if declaring, No. This time I lead.

Her hair spilled like a wild curtain around them as she leaned down, biting at his collarbone, his shoulder, the side of his neck. Sharp little nips that left him shuddering beneath her. She kissed where she bit, licked the sting away, then went lower—over his chest, his abs—before snapping her eyes back up to his, smirking at how undone he already looked.

"You taste too good when you're helpless," she murmured, then sank her teeth into his lower lip when she leaned back in for a kiss. The kiss was bruising, claiming, her tongue sliding against his with a dominance that made his pulse thunder.

Xavier tried to buck his hips, but she pushed him down harder, grinding over him in slow, merciless circles that made him gasp. Every motion was a tease and a punishment, as though she knew exactly how close to breaking he was and wanted him to stay there—on the edge, begging, trembling with want.

"You thought I was the one who'd fall apart," she taunted, her breath hot against his ear. She bit down gently on the lobe, then dragged her tongue across it. "But look at you now. Shaking… groaning… mine."

When she finally shifted, taking him deep again, her back arched in pure rapture, and her cry filled the space. But still she kept control, setting a rhythm that was relentless and primal, grinding down on him until sparks danced across both their nerves. Each movement was harder, wilder, her nails digging crescents into his chest as if to mark him.

Her feral hunger was intoxicating, and Xavier found himself lost in it, letting her consume him piece by piece. The sound of their bodies meeting, the scent of sweat and lust, the low growls and gasps she tore from him—it all blurred together into something raw, almost animalistic.

When she collapsed forward at last, lips brushing against his ear, she didn't slow down—she bit down again, harder this time, a growl escaping her throat as she rode the final waves of her frenzy.

And in that moment, there was no goddess, no mortal—just two beings devouring each other, completely unrestrained.

Their bodies were already slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in tandem, but neither of them was ready to let go of the storm raging between them. Diana, still flushed and trembling from the last feral crescendo, kept her lips pressed against Xavier's, the kiss hot and needy. When he tried to shift her off, thinking she'd collapse from exhaustion, she growled low in her throat and pushed him back into the sheets, her goddess strength flaring.

"Don't think you're done with me yet…" she whispered huskily, her teeth grazing the edge of his jaw.

Xavier smirked at her boldness, his hands sliding instinctively to her hips. "Oh? My goddess wants more?"

"Mm," she breathed, rolling her hips against him, slow at first but with a grinding insistence that made his breath catch. "I won't stop until I've completely drowned in you."

Her words sent a shiver through him, and when she rose again, guiding him back inside with agonizing slowness, both of them groaned at the delicious stretch. This round was different—no frantic pace, no hurried need. Diana rode him with deliberate control, every movement of her hips designed to make them both feel everything. She leaned down, their foreheads pressed together, her breasts brushing his chest, her breath mingling with his in hot, shallow pants.

Xavier cupped her face, kissing her deeply between gasps. She bit his lip playfully, then trailed her tongue along his mouth before devouring him again, her pace on top tightening, grinding deeper. He answered by squeezing her ass hard, guiding her rhythm, but she slapped his hand away with a wicked grin.

"No," she whispered, her voice breaking into a moan as she rolled her hips in a slow, delicious circle, "this time, I'm in control."

Her back arched as she ground down harder, sweat beading between her breasts, sliding down her body as she moved. Her nails raked down his chest, not enough to wound, but enough to sting, claiming him as hers in that wild, goddess way. Xavier groaned, bucking up to meet her every motion, but she kept his wrists pinned against the sheets, her strength undeniable even as her body trembled with need.

The sound of their bodies joining filled the chamber, wet and hungry, matched only by the fevered kisses they kept stealing between ragged breaths. Diana rode him harder now, no longer teasing, grinding faster with each stroke until she was shaking, her moans turning into cries of ecstasy. Xavier surged with her, hips thrusting deep, until finally the wave overtook them both—her body shuddering violently as she came undone, dragging him with her into a blinding, raw climax that left them both gasping for air.

For a long while, neither spoke. She collapsed on his chest, trembling, her hair spilling across him like midnight silk. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, grounding her as her body twitched with aftershocks.

Minutes passed in silence, their breathing gradually slowing. The fire faded to embers, but those embers glowed warmly, filling the room with intimacy instead of frenzy. Xavier brushed his lips against her temple, murmuring, "You're insatiable, Diana."

She chuckled weakly against his chest, her voice low and tired yet full of satisfaction. "And you… you make me feel alive in ways I didn't know I could."

His hand lazily traced up her spine, each touch gentle now, reverent. "So the Moon Goddess herself, undone by me. What would your worshippers say if they saw you like this?"

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