The need is a living thing—clawing its way up my throat.Tofight it, i focus on her pleasure—on the building tension in her sweet, curvy body by using her cries, her shudders, and her moans as a lifeline to keep myself from coming.
It’s the sweetest fucking tormentIhave ever known—Ijust hopeIcan hold out.
56
ELOWEN
The feeling of being filled is even better thanI’ddreamed—more than the curse-driven ache ever promised.
Theron is so deep inside me—a hot, hard presence that stretches my inner walls in a way that is both shocking and utterly perfect.There’sa faint burn—the memory of my untouched body yielding—but it’s swallowed whole by the overwhelmingrightnessof having him in me.
TheDrake’smagic precum must have helped because he fits.Andeven better, he fills the hollow, aching emptiness the witch’s spell forced into me—not just in my body, but somewhere deeper, in my soul.
I can feel every inch of him—the pulsing heat…the thick girth…the way my own body clings to his.Myforehead rests against his shoulder, andIcan smell his skin—clean sweat and masculine spice and something uniquelyDrake.Weare as close as two people can possibly be, joined in the most intimate way, and for a dizzying moment, the world outside this crimson-cushioned throne ceases to exist and allIknow is him.
But the need doesn’t cease—the curse still rides me, urging me to do more, to take more.Thepleasure should be a deep, throbbing wave, but it’s still just a shallow pool, andIneed it tomove.Ineed to feel his thick shaft sliding in and out of me—thrusting deep and then deeper.Thestillness between us is becoming its own kind of torture.
“Please,Theron,”Ibeg, my voice a breathless whisper against his neck.“Ineed to move.”
I feel the rumble in his chest beforeIhear his words.
“All right, baby,” he growls, his hands settling on my hips, big and warm and steadying.“Justtake it slow.”
“I will,”Ipromise.
Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders,Ilift myself.Thesensation is exquisite—a deliciously slow slide as his thick shaft withdraws, leaving me feeling strangely hollow.ThenIsink back down, taking him in again—a little gasp escaping me as he bottoms out once more, filling me completely.
It’s good—sogood—but it’s still not enough.It’snot enough for me to move on him—Ineed him moving in me—thrusting in me—filling me up.
I know it’s not a good idea, but the curse is a drumbeat in my blood—a frantic rhythm that demands more.
“Please,Theron,”Ipant, rising and falling again, setting a hesitant pace.“Ineedmore—need you to fill me up.”Thewords are torn from me, raw and honest.
He stills my hips with his hands, forcing me to look at him.Hissilver eyes are dark, molten with a desire he’s barely keeping leashed.
“Are you asking me to fuck you, baby?”
His voice is a low growl, and the crude word sends a fresh jolt of heat straight to my tightly-stretched pussy.
“Yes,”Imoan—beyond shame, beyond thought for the future.Rightnow,I’mnothing but need and allIcan think about is having him fuck me.
“You knowImight lose control,” he warns, his voice gravelly.“You’reso fucking tight and wet…Imight come in your tight little pussy.Imight change the color of your eyes.”
“I know,”Imoan, rocking against him, desperate for friction.“Idon’t care.Please,Theron, move inside me—fuckme.”
My own dirty words hang in the air between us, andIsee his eyes blaze with pure lust.Myplea seems to break something in him.Agroan is ripped from his throat, part surrender, part pure lust.
“Gods, baby…Ishouldn’t, butIcan’t say no to you.Holdon,” he tells me.
Then his hands tighten on my hips, and then he takes over.
He lifts me effortlessly and drives me back down onto him, piercing me to the core and setting a new, devastating rhythm.Thisis no longer my tentative exploration—Ifeel it in my bones—it’s a claiming.It’sa long, slow, deep stroke that steals the air from my lungs, followed by another, and another andanother.
Theron doesn’t hurt me…but he doesn’t take it easy on me either.Eachthrust is measured and deliberate, hard enough to make me gasp as his rigid shaft hits a place deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his gaze locked on where our bodies join.“Fuckyourself on my cock… spread your sweet little pussy and let me fill you up.”
The pace quickens…the slow, deep pumps become harder and faster.Thewet, rhythmic sound of our joining fills the silent chamber along with my helpless cries and moans.
