Epilogue #3
Korrad’s growl was real this time, deep and possessive, triggering something primal in me…
and then he was moving—shoving me back toward the bed, his hands tearing at my clothes.
I giggled, dodging him, pretending I was trying to run from a primitive beast as he began to yank off his clothing.
But he caught me easily, spinning me around and pinning me against the mattress.
His weight pressed me down, his mouth finding the curve of my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point.
“You’re mine, pretty little human,” he snarled, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down my legs.
My panties followed, torn away with a sharp tug.
The cool air hit my bare skin, but I barely noticed—all I could focus on was the way his eyes burned as he looked at me, spread out beneath him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his calloused hands sliding up my thighs, parting me. His thumb brushed my folds, and I gasped, already slick, already aching. “My eager little human, already wet for me.”
I whimpered, my hips lifting instinctively, chasing his touch. But he didn’t tease. Didn’t linger. He kicked out of his pants, and his cock sprang free, thick and ridged. He lined himself up, his eyes locked on mine, and then—
He slammed into me.
My back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm hit me instantly, my body clamping down around him.
The ridges of his cock dragged against my G-spot, each one sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me.
I clawed at the sheets, my vision whiting out, my pussy pulsing around him.
Korrad groaned, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out, his cock twitching inside me. “Mate.”
He pulled back, his cock leaving me completely…and as I held my breath, knowing what was coming, Korrad thrust in again, hard and deep.
Another orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing, my nails raking down his back. He did it again. And again. Each time, my climax rebuilt itself, my inner muscles milking him, my breath coming in ragged little sobs.
“Please,” I gasped, my body trembling, oversensitive but needing. “Korrad, move—”
He growled, his hips finally rolling, his cock dragging almost completely out before thrusting back in.
The ridges caught on my walls, stretching me, filling me, each thrust sending sparks through my nerve endings.
I could feel his pre-cum leaking inside me, hot and slick, making me even wetter, my body clenching around him.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough with effort. “So fucking right, dkaar. Made for me.”
His thrusts picked up speed, his cock pounding into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. I was so close, my body coiling, my breath hitching—
And then, with a low grunt, Korrad came, his release flooding me in thick, hot spurts. I could feel it, his cum filling me, spilling out around him, dripping down my thighs. His growl was raw, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside me.
But he didn’t stop.
His cock was still hard, still throbbing, and now I was slick with his cum, my body even more sensitive. He rolled his hips, grinding against me, his ridges sending shocks through my too-sensitive core.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. “Take it, wife. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”
His hands were everywhere—cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, sliding down to grip my hips, guiding me onto him. His thrusts were slower now, deeper, each ridge hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Korrad—” My voice broke, my body tightening. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled, his hips snapping up. “Come for me again, Kesha. Let me feel you.”
His fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight circles, and that was it. My back arched, my orgasm crashing over me, my pussy clamping down around his cock. I bit my lip to stifle my cry, my body trembling, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Korrad groaned, his cock twitching inside me, his cum still leaking out around him. He collapsed forward, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath ragged.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine. “My perfect, beautiful Mate.”
I was boneless, my body humming with aftershocks, my skin slick with sweat. Korrad pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from me, and then he was scooping me up, carrying me to the bathroom.
The water was already running, steam filling the room. Then he set me down gently on the counter, his hands lingering on my waist.
“One more,” he promised, his eyes glowing softly in the mirror. “I’m going to make you come one more time before we sleep.”
I laughed, reaching for him, pulling him against me, pressing my cheek to his chest. “You don’t have to do that.” My palms flattened against his back, holding him in place. “I’m all wrung out as it is.”
When Korrad spoke, I felt it in my chest. “You deserve the best, Mate.”
I grinned and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the bathtub filling, and knowing he would wash me gently—and yes, probably make me come a few more times. But I sighed, pulling him closer.
“I already have the best, Korrad. I have it.”