Chapter 13 #2
I made quick work of ditching the rest of my clothes into a careless heap, the boots falling to the floor while my jeans and boxer briefs barely clung to the edge of the mattress.
Freeing my cock brought a sigh of relief. The precum already broke its initial beading and dripped over the head.
Harlow’s eyes widened as she caught sight of my length. A sense of pride washed over me, my hand lazily stroking myself for her. Let her stare in awe, let her starve a little longer.
While she admired the view that I was all too happy to give her, my hand dipped between her thighs. Two of my fingers found her center, swiping through her soaked folds, collecting her desire.
Her head fell back as she quietly gasped. The jerk of her hips against my hand betrayed her sensitivity and hunger for this—for us. I watched as her hands clutched at the sheets, balling them up in her hands as her legs grew restless.
Placing my fingers in my mouth, I made a show of sucking the taste of her off them. I had tasted a lot of pussy before she came into my orbit, but this was a damn spiritual awakening.
There was something about the way my taste buds prickled in response. If one could taste morning dew as it glistened under the weight of the first ray of morning light across an open field, that was Harlow.
As she whimpered, her hands grabbed onto my sides. Nails scratched along my ribs. Groaning at the sensation, I needed her to tear into me, rip me wide open, and let my soul bleed all over her.
This was it; time to officially tether ourselves together.
I laid myself over her, no barriers left between us. Let her feel the bare tip of my cock rub against her slick cunt. My hips jerked at the sensation of her arousal coating the swollen head, my precum already marking her.
My amber eyes were locked onto her face as I applied pressure, my dick pushing into the heat of her pussy. Fuck, she was tight and perfect. All my limbs were on edge, straining not to buck into her like the heathen I wanted to be.
Her lips parted as her head tipped back, letting out the hottest sound I’d ever heard a woman make.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take each inch that I give you.” I sank deeper into her, letting her walls stretch around my thick cock.
This control was temporary, I could feel it crumbling in my bones, but hell if I wasn’t going to enjoy the moment while it lasted.
Feeling myself buried to the hilt inside her body, I released a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.
Reveling in the sensation of her body fully surrounding my length, the pleasure rolled in gentle waves inside me.
The sound of nothing but the breeze rustling leaves outside the window and our joined breaths filled the air.
Lowering myself, I captured her mouth and tasted the sound of her pleasure. My tongue darted out to lick along her pouty lower lip before gently drawing it between mine and sucking on it.
Quickly, it devolved into an all-consuming kiss, my hips rolling to test how her body responded to the movement. Her legs wrapped around my waist, canting her hips in just a way that drew me in deeper, stealing my breath away.
“Fuck, Harlow,” I rumbled as our lips broke free from the heated exchange between us. My crow spirit should have bowed down before her, but instead, it felt freer than it ever had.
I knew I needed to tell her, needed her to realize how she was the only mate I’d ever have. That we shared a common bond.
Bale might have revealed his shifted form to her, but it had been done with the intent to drive her away. It was the opposite for me. I wanted her to know all the pieces of me, wanted her to know who and what was wrapping its arms around her.
“I should—” I nipped and tugged at her lips. “You should know—” I thrust into her harder now.
Harlow’s heels dug into the top of my ass, her hips grinding up against me at the bottom of each driving force into her.
“Doesn’t matter. Just need this. Need you,” she gasped out.
My confession died amongst the flare of primal desire. All restraint shattered.
Now all that mattered was the way I slammed my cock into her body, feeling the way her pussy clenched around me, drawing me back in every time I pulled back.
Each downward motion carried enough force to rock the bed on its frame. Each thrust had her crying out louder for me. Our connection cemented into something harder than steel in the process.
Between every grunt was a string of curses. Harlow wasn’t just perfect; she was what perfection modeled itself after.
Her hands were all over my body now, raking sharp lines across my flesh that threatened to bleed. I didn’t feel pain, only ownership. She owned me, and I was hers to ruin.
I buried my face against the side of her neck, breathing in the scent of her blood pulsing beneath the surface. My mouth couldn’t get enough of the taste of destiny and salt on her skin.
Bracing myself on one elbow, my hand traced constellations on her body. My palm closed over one of her breasts, squeezing the mound firm enough to hear the rise in pitch of her moans.
“God, Corbin. I—I can’t,” she rasped out as her thighs bracketing my hips trembled.
She was so fucking close, I could feel it in the way her cunt fluttered around my engorged cock. The veins pulsed with the need to find release.
“Yes, you can, Harlow. You’re going to keep taking my dick until you come so hard that your pussy purrs just as loudly as you do.”
I panted against her sweat-damp skin as I kept fucking her like a man willing to throw himself into the fire, willing to burn alive in her flames.
Her back arched, pressing herself into me like a cat bowing its spine playfully.
“Please,” she begged, chanting the word over and over. Her eyes were screwed shut under the building pressure of ecstasy, ready to explode through her body.
Grabbing a handful of those tangled black locks, I angled her face so I could see the moment where she lost herself.
“Eyes on me, Harlow. Fucking let me see you while you come apart.”
When she complied, those molten emeralds remained half-lidded with sin. I slid my hand between our bodies, finding her clit. Unforgiving tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves had her instantly clenching around me.
With a shaky breath, my fingers continued their assault until she shattered all around me. The scream of ecstasy that resulted stole my breath away. My hips faltered momentarily as her cunt strangled my dick.
She struggled to focus on me, but damn if it didn’t make me proud that she was fighting against letting her eyes roll back into her pretty little skull.
Grunts of effort mixed with her incoherent babbling to coax her through her release while my control hung by a thread more fragile than a strand of corn silk.
My hand slid up to grab her hip with a bruising pressure as I frantically pounded into her. Now there was only the need to leave my mark inside her.
“Never going to forget how good you feel. Especially when you take all my cum.” My words came out harsh and strained with exertion.
The pressure was building up in my balls, my dick throbbing as her walls clung to me. I knew it was a matter of maybe three more thrusts before I lost myself deep inside her.
Or so I thought.
Instead, even over the sounds of our bodies colliding, I heard it. Harlow’s moans now held the smooth purr of a contented cat. Each vibration rippled through her body.
I fucking blew. Barely managed to fully seat myself inside her as I roared at the sudden snapping of restraint. Hot pulses of my cum shot out of my dick, painting her insides, filling her with my claim.
My hips jerked wildly with each spasm of my cock. The way she continued to purr delightfully sent shiver after shiver rolling down my spine and zaps of pleasure through me.
Dimly, I wondered if the sheer volume of cum I had just unleashed inside her was a personal record.
Gradually, the aftershocks settled until my body collapsed on top of her. I rested the side of my face against her chest. Strands of my dark hair completely obscured my vision. Didn’t care; I couldn’t see straight anyway.
Finally mine.