Page 66 of Eldrith Manor


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I use the tip of my tail—still wrapped around her neck—to pull her parted lips to the crown of my dick. Her eyes stay on mine as her tongue slips out and drags up the underside of my cock.

My balls tighten as she licks again.

I lose my patience and force my cock into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat. The gagging sound has me holdingit there, feeling her swallow around my thickness, her eyes watering yet not averting away from me.

“I can smell how wet you are, Sable,” I say, gritting my teeth as she works her tongue under my dick. “You love this, don’t you? You love the feeling of my cock robbing you of air.”

She moans around me, choking as I pull all the way out to rest the tip against her lips and thrust in once more. I do it again, and again, and again, until my eyes are rolling and Sable’s body vibrates with my own. She’s sucking, hard, and I think I might blow when she tries to take me to the back of her throat of her own accord.

It takes everything in me to tighten my tail around her throat and yank her off my cock with apop. I stare down at her swollen lips, the string of saliva connecting her lips to my crown.

She’s beautiful. She would rule Heaven and Hell if she really wanted to with how fucking hot and strong she is.

I pull her to her feet, and she lets out a whimper as I dip my hand between her legs and shove my fingers into her pussy, feeling just how soaked sucking my dick made her.

I slide my fingers out, and she shivers as they drag up and over her clit, slipping from her underwear.

“You’re ready for me. Do you want to run?” I growl against her ear. “If so, then you better leave now.”

Her eyes shine, and I can hear how hard her goddamn heart is beating.

“Sable.”

I crowd her as her name escapes my lips, not giving her a chance to get past me and make it out of the room. She has no choice but to back up as I stalk toward her. Her fingers brush the frame of the open window, and I see the moment her plan forms.

She lunges for it.

I grab her hip before she can get more than her head out. My fingers grip her nape, and I brush her pulse point with my claws as I hold her up against the window.

Sable struggles against me, but she doesn’t tell me to stop or push my arms away. All she does is gasp when my tail wraps around her leg to open her up for me. Her stockings and panties rip from the slightest tear.

I line myself up with her entrance, smearing her wetness over my cock.

“Take a deep breath.”

I thrust into her before she can. Her pussy welcomes me as I sink into the hilt, stilling and reveling in the warmth of her around me.

I stay in place for a second, feeling her body against me. Her breathing. Her pulse. Her everything. She’s shaking, and I slide my cock out and thrust back in, her cry bouncing off the window and filling my ears.

“Have you adjusted to me, Sable?”

Please say yes. I need to hammer into her so badly, but I also need to hear her say that three-letter word.

She’s contracting around me, tight and perfect and wet.

“Fuck me before I grow bored,” she snarls.

Bored?

She screams as I thrust into her hard and clamps down around me. A moan catches in her throat as I thrust into her repeatedly, holding her forehead to the glass to keep her in place.

Heat gathers where we connect over and over again. Her arousal leaks down her thighs, and my balls smack into her clit as I keep pushing into her like it’s my last day on earth.

If Tony shows up, I’ll make him watch.

If a Tor’Oth blasts through the door, then it can watch too.

Nothing is going to stop me from fucking her, from having her impaled on my cock and gasping a bunch of curses mingled with my name.