I snapped my hips down, forcing every inch into her until she howled. Brutal. Wet. Perfect. Her legs jerked, breasts shaking as my body slammed into hers. My knot grew slicker with each thrust.
I growled when she softened, pressing harder until part of my knot slipped inside.
My mind went blank.
Her scent took root—thick, overwhelming. The scent I needed on my skin.
I pulled back just long enough to drag air into my lungs before losing myself completely—before giving her what she needed. What she’d been begging for.
I drove into her again, every hard inch, until she cried out for my knot.
Sweat rolled down my back as I fucked her with part of it. She gasped, delighted, lifting herself to meet me.
Knot.
Mate.
Lielit.
I snarled her name as my hips slammed down. I used my full weight, forcing the entire knot inside her. My head snapped back as she spasmed beneath me.
Even before I felt her flood my cock, I smelled it—every note, thick in the air, on my skin. I welcomed it.
Her muscles locked tight around me. My heartbeat slowed as the first jet of my seed burst free. I gasped when she clenched again. My hips followed instinctively, pushing deeper as I filled her in rapid pulses.
The way I always meant to.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, lost in her own pleasure—but when I opened my eyes, she was smiling. Soft. Content.
I could never let her leave this island.
She would never leave me.
???
Her eyes remained closed as I rested above her, locked together. I was still hard for her, and the knot kept my come sealed inside her. Our scents mingled together, creating perfection.
My skin didn’t itch. The disgust from our fluids never came. Even the scent of her sweat was sweet. I wanted to bathe her in my seed. I wanted to feed it to her. I wanted to push it into that tight little asshole.
I began to rock my hips against her, writhing like a snake above her until her cunt clung to me. It suddenly contracted—four, maybe five rapid ones.
My balls tightened as I spat more come into her.
I sank my face into her hair and neck, inhaling deep and long.
Fucking perfect.
Chapter 26
Lielit
I held his hand, licking the thick digit before drawing it into my mouth. The sweet, dense seed slid onto my tongue, pulling a moan from me. He withdrew, and I growled—but his fingers brushed my pussy as he gathered more. He chuckled. Not dark. Not arrogant. Simply pleased.
“Good girl. Lick it all up,” he murmured, pushing two fingers into my mouth.
I clutched his hand and worked my lips up and down until they were clean. The heat burned and raged inside me. The more I tasted, the more I needed him inside me.
His hand settled on my hip, guiding me onto my back.
