All that teetering on the edge had wound me up and the sudden violent fulfillment of all that was denied to me had a release so powerful it might as well have been an atomic bomb exploding inside of me.
All the air was sucked out of the room and expelled through my lungs in a wail filled with such raw pleasure that it didn’t even sound human anymore.
My vision immediately whited out and every muscle fiber pulled taut as I contorted from the power of my orgasm.
Rathal’s frenzy reached a fever pitch, his cock bottoming out inside me, and his own sounds of pent up fury were torn out ofhis throat to join mine. Heat flooded me as his cum overflowed out of me, searing me.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting and rutting. Grunting and snarling above me and I begged him to keep going. I screamed for more. Harder. Faster.
Another orgasm slammed into me, more terrible in its intensity than the last and still I asked for another.
More.
Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stop.
Rathal howled, came, pumping his hot cum into me and kept going. Harder and harder.
He was a demon, lifting me so he could gain more leverage so that only my shoulders and head remained on the floor.
This time, when the peak came, it took me right out. It slammed into me not like a wave, but a star falling, burning away my consciousness with its heat.
The last thing I heard was Rathal’s ragged moan joining with mine.
twenty-seven
Callie
Iwokeupwhilebeing lowered into hot water. Once Rathal had me situated perfectly on his lap, he let his head fall back against a black cushion with a sigh and closed his eyes. I shifted a little closer, resting my head on his shoulder, and enjoying the hot water for a few silent moments before I couldn’t help it any longer and let my eyes roam over Rathal. He had one arm supporting me, but the other was stretched out along the edge of the pool. Usually he would have looked the picture of male satisfaction, but not this time.
I snickered. He had the appearance of a man gone to war, one who saw some shit and was forever changed.
One eye slit open, bloodshot and hollow and eyed me sourly. “And what, pray tell, gives you the energy to laugh at me?”
I snickered harder at the raspy, broken quality to his usually suave voice.
I’d done snatched this male's soul.
What was it the kids said these days?
Pussy was fire?
Yeah.
That pussywasfire.
I conveniently ignored that Rathal had done most of the hard work, and that he’d also snatched my soul. Hell, he’d jerked that bitch right out of my body, snapped her like a dirty rug, and then wrung her out for good measure before drop kicking her back into me.
But this wasn’t about him.
This was about me seeing the Lord of Arrogance finally drained of his boundless energy.
Ha. Drained.
I think I was delirious.
