“Thank me,”he murmurs, inside my mind.
One finger deep inside me, cock against me, teeth nipping my lobe. My hips being tilted just so—
Oh, fuckinghell—
“T-thank you,” I stutter out.
But then he stops again, and I practically cry.
“Again,” he orders, but not as stern, because he’s enjoying himself too much to keep his composure.
Another slow rock, and I’m gone. “T-thank you, my lord.”
“So youcanfollow orders? Hmm?” he whispers, increasing the pressure of his rocks, but never the speed.
When he slides a second finger inside, I think the words ‘thank you’ fall out. But I can’t be sure, because I’m so lost, needily chasing the rising sensation flooding my body.
“Do you need more, ana mea?” he asks, the rasp in his voice matching mine.
We’re both close now, I feel it in his desperate movements. How he’s finally allowed me to move with him—together, grinding against each other.
I nod, not really sure what he’s asking, not caring, until he removes his fingers and grips his cock.
I stare down, dazed and soaked. But I know what I want, and it’sthat, inside of me.
Now.
My shadows follow his hand, wrapping around his, guiding him exactly where I need him.
“You sure?” he murmurs. Not the controlling lord who had me thanking him only moments ago. And though it’s sweet… I need him back.
“Please, my lord.”
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs into my hair, then lifts me just enough that we can both watch as he positions the head of his cock at my entrance.
When he lowers me, and the tip finally enters, we both groan. But that’s only the tip and there’s so much more to go.
“Slowly,” he grits out, and I’m there with him.
My teeth clenched hard as I try to lower myself.
“You can take me,” he murmurs, letting go of his cock to brush over my clit, building my orgasm right back.
I sink lower.
“Atta girl, that’s it. Being so good for me now. Taking my cock so fucking well.”
His praise, his touches to my aching clit, the way he pushes down so slightly on my hips—not forcing me, but encouraging, because he’s just as desperate to be fully inside.
I groan at the burning stretch. “Shhh, just a little more,” he whispers, then curses when I keep going. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it, take it all.”
And I keep going, the heavenly stretch now reaching everywhere. I’m letting out needy little moans and whispered curses all the way, while he licks, kisses and grunts against my throat.
Until I’m finally seated in his lap again, and he’s fully inside. I shudder.
“I was made for you,” he says, voice darker, heavier. More feral and possessive than I ever remember.
Both hands go back to my waist, then he slowly lifts me, revealing his cock inch-by-inch until halfway. “Take everything I give you.”
