Then his hips pushed forward, and my pussy took in another few inches of him.
Fuck, it’s so good.
The low chuckle against my new mark told me I’d said that out loud.
“T-that’s flattering,” he groaned.
His laughter was a choked huff of breath and his hand slipped to cup my head so he could lift me to his lips, pressing gentle, soft, delicate kisses against them even as his cock worked me into a frenzy. He almost pulled all the way out before pushing in again.
My moan met the air rushing out of him. He repeated thesame motion, wild-eyed with lips curving in a dumbfounded, incredulous smile. I felt him rearranging my pussy, my soul, my entire fuckinglifeas I lost control of my body.
My head fell back, my thighs trembled and his thrusts slowed. They were shallow, butearthshattering.
“It’s so good,” I slurred. I couldn’t define how good it truly was.Goodwasn’t even the right term. But my brain was mush, and I couldn’t use my proper vocabulary even if I wanted to.
“So good,” he agreed, looking like he meant the exact same thing.
He gave me another stroke, then another slow one, like he wanted to make each last as long as possible. He was almost all the way inside me now. He luxuriated in my pussy, indulging in every second of friction between us.
“Zoga,” he breathed against my cheekbone. “I think this might be it for me.” His arms slid under my back before I could ask him what he meant. He gathered me up in a viselike embrace, dragging our skin together.
There were wet noises, and a terrible, all-consuming heat. His gaze never left mine.Everything was whirling together, and winded down to the place where he was fucking me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped, and convulsed around him before I was even done announcing it. I pawed desperately at his shoulders.
He stayed still while I did, waiting it out, crammed inside of me, pressing against all of the spots that were my undoing. I screamed his name, writing against him, but he just pressed kisses to my mark, murmuring words of praise and encouragement against my skin.
I shook against him, my body lost to everything but the bond and magick between us. When my breathing evened out, he pressed a kiss to my mark and then my cheek, telling me how beautiful I was, and ordered, ruthless,
“Again.”
I wanted to laugh at him, but then he started thrusting again with long, slow rolls of his hips, and he watched every second of me falling part.
Oh dearest Goddess Mother, the male’s going to kill me with pleasure. This is how it ends. And what a way to go.
“Oh,” I gasped, not sure if I was going to lose my mind. There was no real way that anyone could stay sane with this many orgasms. I was certain of it.
“Again,” he groaned, and I shook my head against his throat, where he’d pressed me, his face buried in my hair, breathing in my scene.
“I can’t,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper of sound, but I was so wrong. His pace was measured. A patient, unforgiving rhythm, and my release this time was so intense that I forgot to breathe.
“Fuck,” he said, and I justknewhe was going to ask me for more.
It occurred to me how terrifying it must all be for him. For a male whose entire existence was predicated upon control. The unravelling that came with pleasure like he was giving me.
I wondered if he knew. If anyone had ever seen him as vulnerable as I was seeing him in his entire life.I reached up to cradle his face in my hands. I kissed his hot lips.
And whispered, “Savla,” against them. “Please come with me.”
It was impossible for this male to say no to me. I felt his brow furrow against mine as he stared into my eyes. We were so close. Sotogether. I’d never felt anything like this. This intimacy.
The steady, controlled movements became frantic, pounding, and he grunted every time his thick cock filled me over and over. He murmured words of adoration, love and absolutefilthto me, never blinking as we stared at each other.
Another orgasm crashed into me, almost taking me out. His cock swelled inside me,impossiblyfilling me even more. My breath caught in my throat.
“Savla?” I gasped, and he kissed me. Deep, sweet kisses that didn’t match the frantic grinding of our bodies.
“Take me,” he groaned, shoving his hips harder against me. “Be good and take my cum.”
