I expect her to pull away. I want her to pull away, but my hands refuse to let go of the headboard, and all I can do is watch as she holds my gaze, her mouth wrapped around my shaft. She sucks in hard, her cheeks hollowing, then flicks the tip of my cock with her tongue.
That does it. I come with a roar, my voice filling the bedroom, bouncing on the walls as hot jets of semen burst out of me, ripping right through my lower belly with waves of successive ecstasy. She swallows everything I give her, never looking away from me as I come. When I’m done, she lets go of my cock with an audible sound and smiles at me. I shudder through powerful aftershocks, my entire body trembling as she rests her cheek against my hip with a thoroughly satisfied smile.
For a moment, we just breathe together in the warm cocoon beneath the quilt. Then something primal takes over, and I'm gathering her up the length of the bed with gentle but determined hands, my amber eyes blazing red.
"My turn," I growl.
She breathes "Yes" and melts back against the pillows, completely trusting, and the sight of her sprawled beneath me, hair fanned across the red plaid flannel, nearly brings me to my knees.
I lower myself over her, parting her thighs open wide to reveal her glistening, wet cunt. She’s so pretty, so pink and perfect, like a flower. Her scent fills my nostrils, heady and female. Ready for me.
My mouth waters as I inhale deeply, my tusks pressing on each side of her perfect pussy. She gasps as I lick her, slowly going from her entrance to flick her tiny bundle of nerves. When I trace slow circles around her clit with my tongue, she whimpers and her hips buck against my mouth. The taste of her floods mysenses, sweet and musky and utterly intoxicating. I could feast on her for hours and never get enough.
I take my time, mapping every sensitive spot with deliberate patience. I read every gasp and arch of her spine, learning what makes her breath catch, what makes her cry my name.
Her hands tangle in my hair as I alternate between gentle licks and firmer pressure, her breathing becoming more ragged with each pass of my tongue. When I slip a finger inside her while continuing to work her clit, she cries out my name in a voice gone breathless with need. The sound goes straight to my cock, already hardening again despite my recent climax.
"Darhg, please," she gasps, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
The desperate edge in her voice makes something primitive and satisfied rumble through my chest. Her thighs tighten against my broad shoulders as I worship her with my tongue. When I feel her walls quivering around my finger, I pull out and insert two digits, hooking them to apply pressure inside, sucking hard on the tiny bundle of nerves at the same time.
She shatters with a sound that echoes through the quiet cabin, a cry of pure pleasure that makes my heart race with satisfaction.
I feel her walls pulse and flutter around my fingers as the orgasm crashes through her, her entire body arching off the bed. The taste of her release on my tongue is sweeter than any feast, and I continue to lap at her gently, drawing out every lasttremor of pleasure until she's pushing weakly at my shoulders, oversensitive and gasping.
I'm already hard again. The sight of her flushed and sated beneath me, the taste of her still on my tongue, the way she looks at me in a daze, it all combines to reignite the fire in my blood.
She turns to hands and knees on the mattress without me asking, forearms braced, her hair sliding like silk over her shoulder as she looks back at me with her ass and cunt on full display.
"I want you like this, Darhg."
Shit. The dangerous rise of possessive lust makes me pause. The position is so vulnerable, so trusting, and I know how easily I could lose control.
"I'm not sure I can control myself like this."
She looks back at me without hesitation, those pale-blue eyes steady and sure.
"I trust you. You won’t hurt me."
The simple faith in her voice breaks something open in my chest. I position myself behind her, one large hand steady at her hip, the other tracing her spine. Despite my body's demands, I go slowly, my voice strained as I say, "Tell me if it's too much."
She exhales shakily as I enter her. I feel how wet she is, how tight her cunt grips my cock, like it wants to suck me in deeper.
“You're perfect,” she moans, her head bending down as she sucks in a breath. “Don't stop.”
I start with a careful rhythm, but it gradually builds to something more primal as she moans and pushes back against me,asking for more, harder, deeper. My grip tightens on her hips, until the sound of flesh pounding on flesh fills the room.
"Keep going," she cries out. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I’m a feral beast, thrusting into her. Into my mate’s body.
The thought flashes in my mind, the primal possessiveness of it building into a tight little ball right below my navel. I’m claiming her. Claiming what is mine.
“Come,” I demand. “Come for me.”
With a growl that could shatter the Earth, I reach around her hips and press on her sensitive clit. The effect is immediate. She cries out and comes apart beneath me, her tight channel squeezing my shaft as she screams her pleasure. I follow on the same heartbeat with a rough, guttural sound that seems torn from my chest, holding her tight, burying myself deep inside her body.
For a long time, we both ride our pleasure. Afterward, I ease out carefully and gather Rona against my chest, both of us on our sides. My hands tremble slightly with the overwhelming force of my feelings, and I'm suddenly terrified by the depth of my protectiveness and what it might mean.
