But I’ve never been filled this way before. I’ve had sex and I’ve enjoyed it, but nothing like this.
“Gods, Kera,” he says in my ear as he pushes deeper inside me. I dig my nails into his back.
Torren keeps his eyes on mine as I open to take him. Then he turns, picking me up so I land straddling him. He sits up and kisses my breasts, my mouth as I start to ride him.
Despite his arms wrapped around me, he doesn’t move my body. On top of him, I can control how much and how deep I take him. I start slowly, but he groans in pleasure when I take more. It’s as intoxicating a sound as it is a feeling. Every time I pull back, my hips moving up, I miss the sensation of his cock filling me. I just want more. I ride deeper until eventually I’m taking all of him.
A deep moan escapes my lips from how good he feels. He smiles and kisses me, and it’s like I can feel him straight from my mouth to my core. His hips move with mine like we’ve done this a hundred times before. Yet his eyes constantly search my face, reading me, giving me what I want. He’s so large, so good, that it’s an embarrassingly short time before I start feeling the same buildup of passion, but greater this time. An earthquake compared to a tremor.
I tense as he finds just the right rhythm. He grips my hair, and I throw my head back, grinding against him. Nothing, no sensation has ever felt this good. And then his hips shift and it feels even better.
“Give everything to me,” he says. “Now. I want all of you.”
He puts his palm over my mouth as I begin to come. The orgasm rips through me as if it will split me in two. My toes curling, my fingers gripping his shoulders, I lose myself completely. I forget where I am, even who I am. I’m just his.
“You’re mine,” he whispers in my ear.
A second wave crashes through me, the euphoria nearly unbearable. Like the first time communing with a god—pain, pleasure, a heady high. Then I fall against his chest, exhausted, but still wanting more. I want him to feel the same. I need to watch him lose himself the same way.
He lays me down again, moving me like I weigh less than a feather. Then he pins my hands above my head, careful to avoid the bandage on my wrist. I feel how much he needs to possess me. The need for control is radiating from him.
“I need you, Tor,” I say.
His eyes smile. With his other hand, he guides his cock into me again.
I lean my head back, enjoying how he fills me. He’s still so hard, so strong. He could take whatever he wanted, but he keeps looking for permission. I didn’t expect him to be so gentle, so giving. He moves his hips, watching me. But I want him to lose control, too.
“Take what you want,” I say.
He groans and moves faster, deeper. “Kera.”
I hold his shoulders as he pushes harder. I can’t help but moan. He presses his lips to mine, but he’s breathing hard, pleasure building in him.
And in me.
A kind of greed I’ve never felt before has me shifting my hips up to meet him. He notices, like he notices everything.
“I need you,” I say. “Make me yours.”
“Mine,” he groans.
A sound like a growl mixed with a groan rumbles in my ear. He comes so hard, I can feel it filling me, triggering little ripples of pleasure inside of me.
Torren lies back, breathing hard. Sweat shines on his brow and he strokes my hair, then he pulls me into him. Not to have me, but to hold me. I rest against his chest, but it’s hard to ignore how much I still want more.
“I’m not done with you,” he says, stroking my cheek.
A hunger from deep inside me stirs, and I whimper. He smiles and presses his lips to my forehead.
“Rest—for now.”
LXIII.
Kerasea
I’m still euphoric the third time Torren pushes himself to the brink, biting my bottom lip. He moans my name, and it’s like music.
“Give me everything,” he says. “Come again for me.”
