Ky'rn's breath came in short, ragged gasps, each one sounding more desperate than the last, and I could feel the restraint in his body as he tried to control the primal urges surging through him.
"Isla…what are you doing?" His voice was a raw whisper, filled with an edge of restrained hunger.
My gaze met his, my own breaths uneven. "I need you, Ky'rn. I want to touch you, to feel you, to share everything with you."
His eyes, dark with need, bore into mine. "If you don't stop, Isla," he murmured, voice trembling with barely contained desire. "I’ll lose control. I will snap and claim you…and I might not be able to stop."
My fingers trembled slightly, but not out of fear. "I'm not afraid," I whispered, a challenge in my voice. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
Guided by instinct and need, my feet planted firmly on the soft moss beneath us, I rose slightly, taking one of his cocks to my entrance. I began to lower myself onto him, feeling the intense stretch and the warmth of his essence easing the way.
Taking a deep breath, I began to descend. The sensation was overwhelming—a mixture of pleasure and stretching that was both delicious and intense.
To maintain some semblance of control, I took his other length into my hands, holding it firmly as if it were an anchor in this whirlwind of sensation.
A deep moan tore from my throat, the sensation overwhelming, pleasure coiling tighter within me.
Ky'rn hissed, his hands gripping my hips, fingers digging into the flesh. "Isla, you feel…so tight," he rasped. An involuntary thrust, born out of pure need, had him bucking upwards, seeking more of the exquisite tightness that enveloped him.
The sudden movement and the surge of pleasure it brought had me moaning, and without thinking, I sank all the way down, sheathing him completely inside me.
The pleasure was sharp and immediate, coursing through me like a lightning bolt.
Ky'rn's eyes widened, a deep growl vibrating through his chest.
"What are you doing?" he rasped, his voice ragged.
A sly smile tugged at my lips. "Stroking you as I ride you," I teased, beginning to move atop him, setting a rhythm that was both tantalizing and satisfying.
Pushing myself up slightly, I began to move, riding him with a passion and fervor I didn't know I possessed. Each thrust intensified the sensations, the world around us fading as our bodies became one.
There was only the sound of our labored breathing, the slick sounds of our joining.
Every movement, every touch, was electric.
His deep growl resonated through me, sending ripples of arousal through my core. "You've shown me salvation, Isla," he rumbled, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity I'd never seen before. "Now, let me show you ecstasy. Tell me what you want, how I can awaken your deepest desires. Teach me."
Hearing his plea, my heart raced even faster. "Touch me," I whispered breathlessly. "Bite me, drink from me, claim me fully."
He obeyed without hesitation.
His fingers, surprisingly soft for their strength, sought out the sensitive nub between my legs, applying just the right pressure and rhythm, rubbing it in time with the rhythmic movements of my hips, making my body sing.
With every movement, I was carried higher, closer to the edge of bliss.
The sensations were exquisite, taking my breath away. I surrendered to the pleasure, letting it wash over me as I continued to ride him.
Suddenly, his hand wrapped around my hair, tugging it back to expose the curve of my neck. He leaned forward, and I felt the sharp pressure of his teeth biting into my shoulder. I gasped as his teeth sank into my flesh, igniting a mix of pain and pleasure that spiraled through me, making every nerve ending come alive.
The feeling was intoxicating.
As he drank from me, something primal within was awakened, a connection growing tighter and more profound. The thickened member in my hand pulsed in tandem with the one buried deep within me, each thrust stretching me deliciously. His skin heated as I felt his essence pouring over and inside me.
Then, like a dam breaking, heat exploded from Ky'rn. His essence drenched us, seeping between our connected bodies, marking me in the most intimate way.
Bright spots of light danced before my closed eyes, every fiber of my being alight with pleasure.
"Mine…mine…mine," he chanted, his voice echoing the rhythm of our joined bodies with a possessive growl that sent me over the edge.
