Chapter 47 #2
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed.
Desire burned my throat as he laid me down and stared at me, his gaze devouring me.
He crawled onto the mattress, dragging a single finger from my chin down my throat. Such a simple touch, yet wetness flooded me instantly.
I closed my eyes to savor it, but his finger tilted my chin, forcing my eyes open.
“Eyes on me, Ziyka. Always look at me.” His voice was a ragged growl. “I want to see your eyes when you shatter on my cock.”
The filthy promise ripped through me like lightning, my pulse splintering, heat coiling low in my belly until my thighs trembled. Gods, I was already breaking for him.
His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “There’s no turning back now. When I fuck you, you’ll belong to me forever. Not just tonight. Not just until your curse resets. Forever.” His eyes burned into mine, a sly grin cutting across his face. “Do you understand me?”
Forever. Gods, the word seared through me like a brand, burning his claim on me. And there was nothing I wanted more. Yet the wicked smile on his mouth told me he didn’t need my permission. He’d take me anyway. Still, I breathed the word, fragile and trembling. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He shrugged out of his jacket and shirt, revealing his bare tattooed chest. Then he waved a hand over my body and my dress, corset, and underwear faded into the air like mist, leaving me completely naked, my body at his mercy.
He cupped my breasts and nuzzled his face between them. My nipples puckered at his touch, then tightened painfully as he took them into his mouth to suck one at a time.
I quivered beneath him, shudders rolling over my body from the pleasure.
Waves of sensation that started where his mouth touched and radiated outward made my toes curl and my breath come in ragged gasps.
Every nerve ending felt alive, hypersensitive to his touch.
I couldn't imagine how I lived before without his mouth on my skin.
My hands found his shoulders, gripping desperately as another wave of pleasure undid me and I moaned out loud.
“You like that.” It wasn't a question. It was a command cloaked in insatiable desire. Then he sucked my right nipple harder, hard enough to make me cry out.
“Yessss...”
“You want more.”
“Yesss. Gods, yess,” I whimpered. “Give me more.”
“Then give yourself to me, Ziyka. Lie back and let me worship you.”
And Gods help me, I did. I gave him everything. My heart, mind, body, soul.
He flicked the sensitive tip of my nipple with his tongue, then took more of my breast into his mouth. The sight of him sucking was exquisite torment, and I felt the pull of his intense suckle deep within my core.
My orgasm rose, and I gasped for air, my sharp breath a mixture of half pleasure, half pain. My body arched off the mattress, molding against his chest and his mouth on my breast.
This wasn't just pleasure; it was everything I needed to live on. Food for my desire. Food for my soul.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Wolfe licked his way down my stomach, nibbling on my skin as he went down. Sparks of fire ignited beneath my skin, making me hot everywhere.
“I most definitely enjoy those sounds you make, Ziyka,” he said, his voice thick. “But I need more of you, too.”
With that declaration, he cupped my sex and slid one finger inside me, followed by another.
“Oh Gods, fuck,” I moaned, grabbing the sheet to keep myself from falling off the face of the world.
Wolfe stroked my clit and pumped in and out of my entrance. “Look at you, little mage. Fucking perfect and wet for me.” He smiled down at me, sharp fangs exposed. “You're going to feel so good on my cock.”
A strangled moan tore from my throat as he thrust harder, pounding into me with his fingers. And, gods, he added a third.
“Every moan, every breath, every tremble in your body belongs to me tonight.” His voice dropped, guttural. “Spread your legs for me. Open for me so I can get a good taste of you.”
Starving for his mouth, my legs obeyed before my mind could catch up, parting for him like they'd been waiting for this command since the beginning of time.
Wolfe’s smile widened, then he sank to his knees and replaced his fingers with his tongue.
He stroked over my clit once, just one, long, powerful stroke with his tongue, and I cried out, rubbing myself over his face. In response, Wolfe sucked on the hard nub of my clit, then I was lost. Lost to time, space, and this moment I wanted to hold on to as long as I lived.
“You still taste like the heavens, Ziyka,” he groaned, reminding me of what he'd told me the night he took me from my home.
“I...” My voice fizzled away with my attempt to speak.
His tongue moved with hunger, lashing inside me, licking, stroking, petting.
Gods, my entire body sang with the sweet sensation, bowing to the pleasure he pumped into me and still begging for more.
I floated on a sea of ecstasy, feeling my release rising and rising the harder he sucked on my clit.
“Wolfe, ahhh... I'm coming,” I cried.
I thought he'd continue eating me out like he did the other night, but he stopped. He just stopped and stared down at me, driving me to the edge of insanity.
“Not yet.”
“I need to, please. Don't stop.” I shuddered.
“I promise it'll be worth the wait.” He pressed against the flat of my stomach. “I want you to come. But this time, I want you to come on my cock. Not on my hand or in my mouth. I want you to come when I'm buried deep inside you, so you'll know what it feels like to be mine.”
Wolfe stood proud and tall, then undid his pants and pushed them down the hard lines of his hips. His massive cock sprang free and I gasped.
His very long, thick, fully erect cock was so hard it strained toward me with precum beading at the tip of the crown. Blessed Mother, it was... so big.
My mouth went completely dry, and I couldn't seem to swallow past the sudden tightness in my throat. Heat flooded my cheeks as I continued staring. I'd never seen a man completely naked before, and the sight of him, all power and raw masculinity, made my heart race frantically against my ribs.
Wolfe Nightblade looked like he'd been cut from marble, and the warrior tattoos inked into his skin only served to heighten the vision of him.
He was beautiful in the most intimidating way. And he knew it. The satisfied grin on his handsome face said it all.
His sharp jaw tightened even though he continued to smile, then he gripped his length and flexed his hand around it, stroking himself from base to tip, taunting me. “Are you ready for what happens next, Ziyka?”
My gaze drifted back to his. The reality of what we were about to do hit me with full force, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursed through me. Part of me wondered how we would even fit together, but a deeper, more primal part of me ached to find out.
“Yes. I'm ready.” I took a quick breath then looked back at his erect cock that seemed to have gotten even bigger. “Will it... hurt?”
“Yes, but in the best way. Then I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life.”
I believed him.
With one last stroke of his cock, Wolfe climbed back onto the bed and scanned my body with that dark, hungry look, making me feel exposed in the most exhilarating way.
He parted my legs and lowered his head to kiss the smooth skin of my inner thigh. Soft kisses burned my skin, adding fire to my heightened state of arousal. I was barely holding it together, and my desperation for him made it worse.
“You were made for me, little mage. Only for me.” He licked over my folds and stared up at me when I moaned. “Let me prove it to you.”
He gripped my hip with one hand then guided his cock to my entrance with the other. He pressed against me, and my breath went short.
“Remember, eyes on me.”
“Yes,” I panted, grasping for the sheet again.
Wolfe pushed into me, slowly easing inside. He pressed deeper and deeper, an inch at a time, filling me up as I was stretched wider. I gasped at the stinging sensation, feeling like I couldn't take any more. But I did.
The walls of my entrance contracted around him, and he groaned, tightening his grip on my hip. My whole body pulsed with anticipation and arousal as it tried to get used to the way he felt inside me. I'd never felt anything like this before. So full and possessed.
Wolfe moved his hips, out then in, dragging his cock against my clit. I quivered from the friction. He thrust into me a little harder, and we groaned together.
“Fuck, Elariya. You feel so good. You're so fucking tight.” His rough voice seeped beneath my skin, a prelude for what was coming next. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
With that, he thrust all the way into me, tearing past my innocence. I felt it snap inside me.
“Wolfe!” I screamed out his name, throwing my head back even though I was lying against the stack of pillows.
“Stay with me, Ziyka.”
Those words... The last time he said them to me, I was dying. Now, I was living like I'd been reborn.
Pain laced with pleasure in a way I couldn't describe. It was unreal. Like having a firework explode inside me. I barely registered that I'd just lost my virginity, a thing I'd held on to because I wanted to remember giving myself to someone I truly wanted to be with. Someone like Wolfe.
He thrust deeper inside me, forcing more and more pleasure through my body, and I came instantly.
Gods, my sudden and violent orgasm was an explosion of pleasure, cracking me wide open for him. It left me shuddering and screaming his name.
“Stay with me, Ziyka. I'm going to fuck you harder.”
He did.
Wolfe's pumps grew faster and harder quickly. I writhed beneath him, taking what he gave me until shock waves of pleasure surged through my body, fading the pain. Then I felt incredible.
Thrills raced over my skin like liquid fire. My head and my heart drifted into delirium. Then he sped up, pounding into me. I cried out, feeling another orgasm clawing at my core.
He started to fuck me harder like he'd suddenly unleashed but I sensed he was holding back a beast that wanted to ruin me.
“Fuuck.” He breathed hard, hands shaking.
From the strain of his muscles in his neck, I knew he was teetering on the edge of self-control.
I was the same. I arched up into him, and he gave me what I wanted. More.
Every thrust of his cock pushed me deeper into a pleasure-filled state of insanity, and I was utterly lost in the sensation. But just like before, when he took me there, he stopped.
“No...” I moaned, reaching for him.
“Don't worry. I'm not done with you yet.” Wolfe smiled wide with a menacing grin. “I want you on your knees, Ziyka. You'll like it there.”
He pulled out then surprised me by flipping me onto my hands and knees. Before I could take another breath, he plunged back into me, impaling me with his cock.
This position instantly made me feel impossibly full, and the pleasure heightened a hundredfold. Wolfe resumed his relentless pounding, tunneling into me. Soon, the room filled with the raw erotic sounds of our flesh slapping together and our loud moans.
My breasts bounced with every thrust, my skin breaking into beads of sweat as the delicious fire consumed me.
I came again with a helpless cry, and it was like I couldn't stop coming after that.
The pleasure flowed in undiluted streams of light vibrating through me, and Wolfe kept shattering me with his ruthless thrusts.
We both danced on the edge of the precipice now.
Moments later, his chest-deep grunt of pleasure echoed through the room, and he came. The sensation of feeling him coming inside me was like nothing else.
Hot cum flooded my body, coating the walls of my passage with masculine heat, and him. I had a piece of him inside me now, and I'd given him something I couldn't give another.
Even when I forgot this moment happened, nothing would change the fact that it did.
Wolfe slowed the motion of his hips until he stopped, leaving my mind dizzy from pleasure. He held me there, still deep inside me as we both caught our breath. When we did, he pulled out of me. I crumpled onto the sheet covered in sweat and his cum leaking down my thigh.
He turned me back to face him, flicked his palm over, and in his hand appeared a wet towel.
He cleaned me off with it and my cheeks flamed with embarrassment when I saw the bloodstained evidence of my virginity mixed with his cum.
Quickly, I reached out to take the towel from him, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
“This means you truly belong to me now.” Wolfe’s gaze locked with mine, and he stared at me for a heartbeat before the cloth faded into the air.
Something sacred passed between us in the silence that followed as we stared at each other. It felt like a vow without words. A claim I never wanted to resist.
Wolfe lay next to me and pulled me into his arms, resting his forehead against mine. I reached up and touched his face, looping my finger in a lock of his hair.
He smiled at me, but his eyes still burned. “I hope you're not tired, little mage.”
“I'm not tired.” I tried to hide a smile but failed.
“Good, because I'm not done with you yet.”