Katrin soon found her desire overtaking every sense, until her entire focus narrowed to Hradi. Though he had forced her to stop stroking his cock, she understood why. The very idea that he was lost in passion as much as she thrilled her further.
Her thoughts drifted away on mist when he lowered his head, enveloping one straining nipple with his mouth. At the same time, his fingers slid slowly along her folds, intensifying each sensation, until she thought she might go mad with wanting. He found all the sensitive spots of her sex, stroking and caressing and making her body heave with need. She urged him to hurry, his low responding chuckle thrumming through her while he took his time exploring,until senseless garbled pleas for more spilled from her mouth. Still he lavished her breast with fiery delight, finally moving on to the other, repeating his torment.
Katrin's cries grew more intense when he slipped a finger into her pussy. Her hands, twisted in his hair, tightened on the braids, her body trembling with a fierce passion she'd not experienced before. He stroked her slowly, sliding a second finger into her, then a third. A breath later, his thumb brushed against her clit. She felt as if she hung at the edge of a precipice, and he was the one who held her there, leaving her aching and desperate.
He lifted his head, fixing his stare on her. “Let it go, ástin minn.”
The low husk of his voice, accompanied by a harder press on her clit soon sent her hurtling over the edge, her vision going white as the delightful pulses began, growing ever stronger. She writhed with the explosion, her pussy clamping hard on his hand, as if to keep him there forever, to extend this bliss until the end of her days. His name echoed in the room and she realized it was her voice calling to him, begging for more while the waves of desire crashed over her, again and again.
After several minutes, she collapsed on the bed, her body shivering with the aftershocks. Hradi slowed his hand, still inside her, before finally pulling away. He drew away, sliding his fingers gently across her cheek.
"I cannot wait any longer."
"Nor can I." She met his gaze steadily, surprised at the doubt still clouding his eyes. "I mean it, Hradi. I want you to take me, make me yours."
After several more moments, the only sound their heavy breaths, the wariness disappeared from his stare, replaced with a wild eagerness that made her breath hitch. Her hand crept toward his aching cock. She gave him a knowing smile, pleased to be able to make him feel as needy as he did her. Holding his stare, her fingers closed around his length, the velvet of his skin a contrastto the steely hardness of his shaft. His hoarse groan revealed the tenuous hold he had on his desire. A sudden wickedness came over her and Katrin gave a gentle squeeze, moving her hand faster. With a strangely strangled moan, he pulled her hand away.
"I am beyond my endurance."
The roughness of his voice only spurred Katrin's desire, the sweet ache building yet again.
"So am I," she confessed.
He grinned at her admission. A moment later, he sobered. "It will hurt."
"I know." Now she rested her hands upon his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, bracing herself for what was to come. The earlier worry returned, adding to the maelstrom taking over every bit of her awareness.
He grabbed her chin and kissed her hard, chasing the alarm when his tongue dueled with hers. Again, he stroked her slickened sex. She cried out, her quivering body pressing against him, trying to tell him without words what she wanted. With a groan, he pulled away, rising above her.
Katrin very nearly impaled herself when Hradi simply rubbed the tip of his cock against her cleft, pausing. Holding her gaze, he inched forward. Despite her eagerness, she stiffened, causing him to hesitate. She cupped his face in her hands.
"Do it," she said.
He responded by driving into her. The burst of pain cut into her desire, drawing a sharp cry. Instantly, he stilled. She gulped, her eyes squeezing shut to try and blind herself to the shock of the hurt. With several heaving breaths, she managed to push away the pain, the awareness of being filled now taking over. His hot shaft pulsed inside her, soothing the now-fading discomfort, transforming it to something else. Something more. Something wild, primal. She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him deeper inside.
"You like that, don’t you?"
She could only nod in response, her heels pushing into his back. The feel of his cock enveloped in her sex made her hungry, desperate. She undulated against him; since she had no words to tell him what she wanted, she let her body's instinct take over.
After several moments, finally, gloriously, he made the softest movement, sliding away. Confused and fearing he would leave her, she clung to his neck, pushing herself harder against him. When he remained silent and motionless, she opened her eyes.
A warm finger brushed away the tear she hadn't even realized had slid from her eye. The tender gesture unleashed a torrent of sensations and emotions she had no possible way to name. Still, she felt his concern, realizing their intimacy strengthened her empathic powers. An instant of dread faded. Laying with him did not take away her powers. It enhanced them. Contrary to everything she had ever been told.
Unadulterated joy burst into her veins and she pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him with an excitement, an elation she had never before experienced. This man did not harm her, he strengthened her. Reinforced her powers, not weakened them. She gave a soft whine when he drew away.
"I am sorry."
"What?" Her intense emotions made it hard for her comprehend.
"I hurt you. I am sorry."
She grinned, loving these moments when he showed his true concern. "I'm not."
Once more, she dragged his mouth to hers, trying to convey the full strength of her passion with her lips. Drawing away, she met his gaze steadily. He remained silent. And still motionless. Frustration crept into her desire.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Finally, a sly grin curved his lips, the confusion in his gaze giving way to a feral eagerness that left Katrin breathless.
