I chased the end of it, pressed my heels into the meat of his shoulders, feeling the pressure swell inside of me, building up until…nothing. Frustrated, I writhed, desperation filling me. He wasruiningme.
Then I felt it. The slide of his thumb through my slit, thethickfirst joint slowly pressing into my sopping pussy...
“Tight,” he muttered, but he pushed it deeper, then bent it just a little, and the pleasure crested so high, I knew I was there. Everything broke all at once.
And I was keening, screaming, and probably smothering him with my thighs. But that didn’t stop him from continuing. He sucked on my clit, lapped at my pussy until I was a whimpering mess, and I’d fallen back onto the table.
I was almost certain there was a piece of wood digging into my back, but I couldn’t feel anything. There was too much bliss.
He gave one last bite against the side of my pussy, strong enough to make me yelp. It would probably leave a mark and instead of any other reaction that I could have had, the thought made me grin like a loon.
“You just want to be fucked, don’t you?” His tone was ominous, but I just exhaled in relief as he pushed down his pants.
Chapter 39
Hanna
Savla gave my legs a little yank to drag me to the edge of the table. My blissed-out body didn’t feel anything except sparking nerve-endings and pleasure.
I was certain I was flooded with endorphins. I’d feel the bite-marks, the scrapes of wood against my back later. For now, there wasnothingbut joy and pleasure.
I moaned, his scent filling my nostrils. It wasbreathtaking. Before I could tell him so, I felt something nudging against my pussy.
Still drunk on his tongue, I looked down at the space between us to see the blunt head of his huge cock pressing against me. My breath hitched at the sheersizeof him.
“Savla—” I gasped, arching into him.
“Zoga,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Say it again.”
I leaned up, grabbing his shoulders—strong, solid and warm enough to burn—and pulled him toward me until our foreheads touched.
“Savla,” I whispered, breath trembling.
His whole body shuddered. The bond surged between us, flaring so bright the tools on the bench rattled. The air tasted like lightning, like fate, like something ancient remembering itself.
He kissed me again—harder, deeper—and for a dizzy, breathless, moment, I thought we might burn straight through the table.
“Hanna…” His voice was wrecked. “If tonight goes any further, I’m not letting you go.”
“Then don’t,” I whispered against his lips.
He pushed against me, but instead of slipping inside the way I expected him to—especially considering howwetI was, he didn’t go anywhere. I canted my hips to help him, but nothing happened.A mewling sound left me.
“Is this...” I gasped, rocking my hips.
His claws dug into my hips, but not enough to penetrate my skin.
“You can take me,” he reassured me, licking against my lips before pressing one hand against my breastbone and pushing until I was lying on the table again. “Relax, Zoga.”
I nodded as he gripped his cock with one hand and my hip with his other. But then he glanced up, and it looked like he distracted himself with my body, licking his lips.
His huge hands spread against my belly, sliding down. He sunk a single finger inside of me, and it was so much bigger than one of my own, I almost screamed. When his progress stopped, he gently worked me open.
He leaned down to lick my shoulder, a broad swipe on my skin, and maybe half of an inch sunk in. A single step on a journey that seemed impossible.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, and I shook my head, eager for more. “Are you too full?”
My brow furrowed and I shook my head hard.
