Chapter 9 #2
He leaves his cock buried in me as deep as it will go.
I can see the need in his eyes. I’m sure I look just as desperate.
Despite that, he waits until my body has fully accepted his girth and is relaxed before he begins to move again.
Now there’s no pain. All I feel is the glorious friction and every heavy throb inside me.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” I moan, my hips moving in unison with his thrusts.
“This is nothing compared to the frenzy,” he growls. “But you’ll scream my name tonight, I’m damn sure of that. My name is the only one you’ll ever want on your lips again.”
He claims my mouth and ravages it with his tongue while his hips drive his length into my pussy.
I whimper into his mouth, loving the way it feels to be kissed by him.
Loving the way he feels inside me, especially when his thick cock moves against my g-spot, then plunges so deep it feels like he’s in my womb.
That should definitely hurt, but it’s like my body has forgotten how to feel pain.
All I feel is the euphoria of our joining and a burning need for more.
My nails dig into his side, clinging to him as his thrusts get harder and faster.
His eyes flicker with desire, the golden flame burning like I’m the one who ignited the fire.
He tears his lips away from mine, looking into my eyes. “Look at me, mate,” he demands.
“You’re the only one I ever want to look at,” I gasp, meeting his dark gaze.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I caught your scent,” he whispers. “I ran for days once I caught it. Nothing could keep me from my mate.”
“I sensed it… sensed you,” I breathe out. “I just didn’t know what it was.”
“It was poisoned by bitterness because of that curse,” he rumbles and I feel it in my core. “But we’re both released from it now. You can feel that, can’t you?”
“Yes, yes!” I groan, pressure building inside me.
“I waited so fucking long. I thought Mother Fate forgot me,” he pants. “But now I know the truth and I’ve found you. That’s all that matters.”
“I didn’t know what I needed,” I groan, the pressure getting tighter. “But I do now. I need you. Just you.”
“Then tell me, mate. What do you need?” he asks, his cock moving inside me, teasing the tight pressure that is begging to be released.
“Right now… I just need to come,” I mewl.
“Then come for me, mate,” he commands. “Come on my cock and show me how much you need to be claimed by your mate.”
His words send me over the edge. The pressure erupts inside me, and I cry out as my walls clamp around his cock hard enough to stop his thrusts, but only for a moment. He lets out a primal growl and plows into my slickness, the ripples of my pleasure meeting his throbbing heat.
My world narrows to nothing but euphoria as the pleasure rushes through my body.
The orgasm peaks and his thunderous thrusts make the peak last so long I’m struggling to breathe when I finally come down from the incredible high.
But I barely get a full breath before I feel the pressure building again.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock like a good girl,” he rumbles, hand tightening on my throat. “Show me how desperate you are to be filled with my seed.”
The thought of it triggers another eruption of bliss. Then I can’t seem to stop orgasming. Every hard thrust sends me over the edge, keening and crying. Every perfect stroke against my g-spot heightens my pleasure. Every time he goes deep, it feels like I’m going to come undone at a cellular level.
Beneath the orgasms he tears out of me, I can feel a bigger one building. Possibly the biggest one I’ve ever had. I dig my nails into his skin and let the feeling consume me. I want to be unraveled. I need it more than I need to breathe.
“Oh god!” I yell, the orgasm so close I can practically taste it. “Victor! Victor, please!”
“Damn, you’re fucking incredible,” he growls, slamming his length into me with enough fury that I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop. “Taryn!” he shouts my name desperately.
His movements become erratic and I feel him throbbing against my fluttering walls.
A second later, it feels like there’s an explosion in my core that causes me to come so hard my vision goes fuzzy.
I scream and keep screaming, his name and my joy and ecstasy I could never have imagined.
He growls and grunts, his hard cock pumping and jerking as he fills me with his seed.
“Once wasn’t enough,” he gasps. “I need more. I need you.”
“I need it all,” I gasp, my body still shaking with pleasure. “Give me everything, Victor!”
“I wouldn’t be… a good mate… if I didn’t give my mate… everything she needs,” he is panting and gasping, his cock still for a moment, still twitching with his release. “But I promised I was going to rut you until you screamed, and I meant it.”
“I already screamed your name,” I murmur.
“Not loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear you,” he reprimands playfully, his hand moving away from my throat.
His fingers sink into my hips, and he lifts me off the bed.
He bounces me on his still-hard length a few times, then pulls me against him and turns me in his arms so that my back is to his broad chest. I groan from the friction, then groan louder when I feel how deep he is once he positions me on my knees.
“Just look how red your ass is,” he teases, squeezing the stinging flesh. “Are you going to be a good little girl for me now, or am I going to have to do this regularly?”
“I don’t know,” I whine, my pussy squeezing his cock. “I want to be a good girl for you.”
“When you squeeze my dick like that, you’re definitely being a good girl,” he groans, moving inside me. A hand moves away from my hip and slaps my ass.
“Ow! Oh fuck!” I cry out, squeezing him harder as an orgasm takes my breath away.
“Seems this angle might be better for both of us,” he rasps, smacking my ass a few more times making me continue to climax on his length. “But now you’re going to find out how good it is for me.”
Both hands return to my hips, and his grip tightens until I can’t move. He pulls his cock back until my entrance is fluttering around the swollen head, then he drives it as deep as it will go. I fist the blanket and yelp, especially when the next few thrusts are harder.
“Brace yourself, mate,” he warns. “It’s about to get rough.”
It already feels like he’s being rough, but as the speed of his hard thrusts increases, I realize how much he’s been holding back.
His hips slap against my ass so hard it feels like I’m getting spanked all over again while he pummels my stretched passage.
The pain just blends with pleasure, causing my walls to spasm around his length the entire time, mini-orgasms rippling through my core.
He’s rutting me now like some kind of wild animal.
His guttural growls and grunts sound savage.
His cock feels thicker, stretching me to the limit of what my body can endure.
The pleasure is so incredible it feels like he’s ruining me.
Maybe he is. Maybe I’ll never know pleasure again unless my mate is inside me, slamming his cock into my pussy so hard I’d hit the wall behind the bed if he wasn’t holding me tight.
“Feeling your body react to me is the best feeling in the world,” he moans, settling into a rhythm that would be punishing if I wasn’t dangerously close to another orgasm. “My cock has never been this fucking hard and that’s because of you.”
I try to respond, but an orgasm quakes through my body and steals my breath.
My words come out jumbled, just a string of needy mewls and whines while he fills me so completely, I can barely breathe.
My body seems to love his roughness. Maybe that’s proof we’re made for each other, that something more powerful than magic has brought us together.
“Come for me, mate,” he demands, rag-dolling me on his length. “I want them all. I want you spent and broken beneath me.”
“I don’t want to be broken,” I whimper, another orgasm clenching his dick.
“That’s what you think,” he growls. “I know exactly what you need.”
His hard thrusts keep coming, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. My body continues responding, orgasming again and again while he ruts me. I’m not spent. Not broken. I’m just savoring every incredible sensation as I come undone on the hard flesh that is claiming me completely.
But the orgasms eventually start to take a toll.
It takes longer between them. My pussy begins to get sensitive.
The pressure builds differently, like there’s not enough left for it to manifest into a release.
But I need it. Even now, while I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, my body is begging for more.