Chapter 21 Lorenth #2
Senna's eyes are closed, face scrunched in concentration as she works herself down my length. Taking me deeper with each small movement until finally—finally—she's seated completely. Her thighs bracket my hips, ass resting against my upper thighs, my cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Perfect.
She sits there for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. I can feel her pussy fluttering around me, small internal spasms that make pleasure spark up my spine.
"Okay?" My voice is barely human.
Her eyes open, meeting mine. "More than okay."
Then she lifts up and sinks back down.
The moan that tears from my throat is animalistic. Pure sound with no thought behind it except yes and more and fuck.
She does it again. Lifts until just the head of my cock remains inside then sinks back down in one smooth glide. Her hands brace on my chest, nails scoring skin as she establishes a rhythm.
Slow at first. Testing. Learning what angles feel good, what depth makes her gasp.
I watch every expression that crosses her face. Every flutter of her lashes, every part of her lips, every small furrow of concentration. She's gorgeous like this—flushed and focused and completely lost in sensation.
"That's it." My hands guide her movements without controlling them, just helping her find the rhythm. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you need."
She whimpers, pace increasing. The wet sounds of our bodies joining fill the room, punctuated by harsh breathing and broken moans.
"You feel perfect." The words tumble out, praise I can't hold back. "So wet. So tight. Like you were made for me."
"Lorenth." My name breaks on a moan.
"I fucking love hearing you say my name." I roll my hips up to meet her downward stroke, driving deeper. "Say it again."
"Lorenth." Louder this time. Desperate.
"Louder." I thrust up harder, hitting that spot inside that makes her cry out. "I want to hear you scream it when you come."
She rides me faster, chasing her release with single-minded determination. Her breasts bounce with each movement and I'm mesmerized—can't look away from the sight of this gorgeous woman using my body for her pleasure.
Never been in charge before. Never had control over her own release.
And now she's taking it. Taking me. Fucking herself on my cock like she owns it.
Like she owns me.
"So fucking perfect." My hands slide from her hips to her ass, gripping the soft flesh. "Look at you. Taking my cock so well. Making yourself feel good."
"Yes." The word is barely coherent. "Yes, yes, yes—"
She's close. I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me, in the increasing desperation of her movements. She's chasing it, reaching for that edge but not quite getting there.
I shift one hand from her ass to between her thighs, finding her clit. The small bud is swollen and slick, sensitive under my touch.
"Oh gods." Her whole body shudders.
"That's it." I circle her clit with firm pressure, matching the rhythm of her hips. "Come for me. Want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
"Lorenth—" My name breaks on a sob.
"Come." The command rumbles through my chest. "Now."
She shatters.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm tears through her. She throws her head back, spine arching, and screams my name exactly like I demanded.
Absolutely fucking beautiful.
I work her through it, fingers still circling her clit while she rides out the waves of pleasure. Her thighs shake, whole body trembling with the force of her release.
And I'm barely holding on. Every squeeze of her pussy around my cock pushes me closer to the edge, makes my balls draw up tight with the need to come.
But not yet.
Not until I've wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body.
Her orgasm is still rippling through her when I move.
I grip her hips and flip us in one smooth motion, laying her back against the sheets while I settle between her spread thighs. My cock never leaves her pussy—just shifts deeper with the change in position, dragging another whimper from her throat.
"Lorenth—" Her hands reach for my shoulders, fingers digging in.
"I've got you." I brace on my forearms, caging her beneath me. "Going to take care of you."
I pull out slowly. Watch her face as my cock drags through her sensitive tissues, see the way her eyes flutter shut and her mouth parts on a silent gasp. The sight of her like this—flushed and trembling and completely undone—makes something fierce and possessive curl through my chest.
Mine.
Bond or no bond, this woman belongs to me. And I'm never letting her go.
I thrust back in just as slowly, watching her face for every reaction. The way her brow furrows. The small hitch in her breathing. The flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.
"Look at me." The words come out as a rough command.
Her eyes open, storm-gray meeting my gaze. Trusting. Open. Everything I don't deserve but will kill to keep.
"I want you to watch." I pull out again, slow enough to make us both ache. "Want you to see who's inside you. Who's making you feel good."
"You." The whisper is breathless. Certain. "Only you."
Fuck.
I thrust back in and she gasps, nails scoring down my back. The slight sting of pain only makes everything better—makes this more intense, more real. Physical proof that this isn't some dream. That she's actually here, in my bed, taking my cock like she was made for it.
Made for me.
I establish a rhythm. Deep and slow, each stroke deliberate. Letting her feel every inch of my cock as it fills her, stretches her, claims her in the most primal way possible.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back to pull me deeper. The shift in angle makes me grind against that spot inside that has her crying out.
"There?" I do it again, watching pleasure flood her expression. "That feel good?"
"Yes." Her head presses back into the pillow, spine arching. "Gods, yes."
I keep the angle, keep the slow, grinding thrusts that hit that perfect spot with each stroke. My gaze drops to where our bodies join—watching my cock disappear into her pussy, seeing her stretched tight around my girth, the wet gleam of her arousal coating both of us.
Beautiful.
"I love watching my cock slide into you." The words rumble from my chest, rough with need. "See how well you take me? Like your pussy was designed for this. For me."
She whimpers, inner walls clenching around my length.
"Feel so perfect." I thrust deeper, grinding my hips against hers. "So wet and tight. Could fuck you for hours and never get enough."
"Please—" Her hands slide from my shoulders to grip my hair, pulling until the sting makes my scalp tingle. "More."
"More what?" I slow my thrusts even further, pulling out until just the head remains inside. "Tell me what you need."
"You." Desperation edges her voice. "Just you. All of you."
The vulnerability in those words breaks something in my chest. Cracks open this carefully controlled exterior I've maintained for years and exposes the raw, possessive need underneath.
This woman.
This incredible, brave, stunning woman asking for me. Not my title. Not my wealth. Not even the bond. Just me.
I surge forward, claiming her mouth in a kiss that's all heat and promise. My tongue sweeps against hers while I thrust deep, burying myself to the hilt. She moans into my mouth, body arching to take me deeper.
I break the kiss to trail my lips across her jaw. Down her throat. Tasting salt and sweetness and everything uniquely her.
"I'm going to give you everything." The vow rumbles against her pulse point. "Everything I have. Everything I am."
I mean it. Every word. Would tear down kingdoms for her. Burn the world if she asked. Nothing matters except keeping her safe. Making her happy. Giving her the life she deserves after years of surviving instead of living.
My hips roll in deep, grinding strokes. Not rushing. Not chasing my own release. Just focused completely on her—on the small sounds she makes, the way her pussy flutters around my cock, the increasing desperation in her movements as she chases another orgasm.
"So beautiful like this." I kiss across her collarbone, feeling her pulse rabbit-quick under my lips. "Spread out beneath me. Taking my cock so perfectly."
"Lorenth." My name is half moan, half plea.
"Love when you say my name." I thrust harder, deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. "Love the way it sounds on your lips."
Love her.
The realization hits with devastating clarity. This isn't just the bond. Isn't just physical attraction or possessive claiming. I'm in love with this woman. With her quiet strength. Her gentle heart. The way she laughs. The way she looks at the world with wonder despite everything she's survived.
I'm completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with Senna Arien.
My soulmate.
Mine.
The thought makes my thrusts falter for half a second before I recover, driving into her with renewed purpose. I need her to feel this. Need her to understand exactly what she means to me even if I can't find the words.
"Perfect." The praise rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest. "You're so fucking perfect."
I shift my weight to one arm, sliding my free hand between our bodies. Finding her clit again, circling the sensitive bud with firm pressure timed to match my thrusts.
She sobs my name, entire body going rigid.
"That's it." I keep the rhythm steady. Deep strokes. Firm circles. Watching her face as pleasure builds. "I'm going to make you come again. Going to feel you fall apart on my cock."
"Can't—" The protest is weak. Breathless. "Too much—"
"You can." I grind deeper, harder. "One more. Give me one more."
Her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The sharp bite of pain makes my cock throb, makes everything more intense.
"Lorenth—" My name breaks on a sob.
"Right here." I capture her mouth in a kiss that's more breath than anything else. "I've got you. Always going to have you."
She's trembling. Entire body shaking with the force of pleasure building. I can feel her pussy starting to flutter around my cock, those telltale rhythmic squeezes that mean she's close.
So close.
"Come for me." The command vibrates against her lips. "Let go. I've got you."
Three more deep thrusts. Three more firm circles of her clit.
She shatters.
Her orgasm tears through her with enough force to bow her spine off the mattress. She screams my name—raw and broken and absolutely perfect. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in rhythmic pulses that drag me right to the edge of my own release.
But I force myself to hold back. Force myself to stay in control just a little longer. Work her through every wave of pleasure, keeping the pressure on her clit and the rhythm of my thrusts steady until she's wrung completely dry.
Only when her trembling subsides do I let myself chase my own end.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent as my hips snap faster. Harder. Chasing the release that's been building since I first slid inside her.
"I'm going to fill you." The words are muffled against her skin. "Going to come so deep inside you."
"Yes." Her arms wrap around me, holding tight. "Please."
The plea breaks my control.
My orgasm slams through me with devastating force. My cock pulses inside her as I come, spilling deep in her pussy while pleasure whites out everything except the feeling of her wrapped around me. Tight and perfect and mine.
I don't stop thrusting. Can't stop. Just keep rolling my hips through each pulse, grinding deep as my release floods her. Claiming her in the most primal way. Marking her as mine from the inside out.
The intimacy of it—the raw vulnerability of coming inside her, of giving her this piece of myself—makes emotion tighten my chest until I can barely breathe.
Love.
I love this woman.
Love everything about her. The way she survived. The way she's learning to live. The soft sounds she makes. The storm in her eyes. The gentle strength in her touch.
Everything.
My thrusts slow as the pleasure gradually ebbs. Gentle rolls of my hips, working my release deeper while aftershocks ripple through both of us. Her pussy still flutters around my softening cock, milking every last drop.
I press kisses to her neck. Her jaw. The corner of her mouth. Gentling us both down from the intensity.
"Okay?" My voice is wrecked. Barely human.
"Perfect." The word is soft. Sated. "That was perfect."
I shift enough to see her face. Her eyes are half-lidded, expression slack with satisfaction. Storm-gray watching me with something that looks dangerously close to the emotion churning in my chest.
Beautiful.
I press a kiss to her forehead. Her nose. Each cheekbone. Worshipping her with touch since I can't quite find the words for what I'm feeling.
She hums contentedly, hands sliding up to cup my face. Her thumbs trace across my cheekbones, touch gentle and exploring.
"Thank you." The whisper is barely audible.
"For what?"
"For this." Her gaze holds mine, open and honest. "For making me feel cherished instead of used. For giving me control. For..." She trails off, swallowing hard. "For everything."
The gratitude in her voice makes my chest ache. Makes me want to hunt down every person who ever made her feel like anything less than the incredible woman she is.
"You deserve to be cherished." I brush my lips across hers. "Deserve to feel good. Deserve everything."
Her answering smile is tremulous but real. Trusting in a way that makes possessive satisfaction curl through my gut.
Mine.
I should probably pull out. Clean us both up. But I can't bring myself to move. Can't force myself to leave the wet heat of her body when everything feels so perfectly right like this.
So I just shift us carefully onto our sides, keeping my softening cock inside her while I arrange the blankets around us. Tucking her against my chest where I can feel every breath, every heartbeat.
Where the bond should be roaring with satisfaction but remains frustratingly quiet.
I know it will come back. Whatever dampened it will fade, and I'll be able to feel her again.
But for now, this is enough.
She's here. Safe. Sated. In my arms where she belongs.
Everything else can wait.