Chapter 33
Sandra
“I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
My words seem to break Mark's last shred of control.
With a growl, he lies down on his side on the bed and grabs my hips tightly, pulling me towards him.
"I need it too. I need to feel that tight cunt swallow me whole."
We're on our sides, my back pressed against his front. Then he grabs one of my legs, making me bend my knee upwards with my foot planted on the mattress. I stick my bum out, exposing my pussy.
His arm slides under my head while his other hand wanders between my legs, touching me deliciously, his fingers massaging my clitoris, making me moan.
"Fuck, I don't have a condom," his fingers stop moving and I feel him tense up behind me.
"It's okay." I rub against him, my voice coming out breathless. "I've been taking the contraceptive potion for months, just in case. It's still active until the end of the month."
"Thank God," he exclaims.
Then I feel him sliding into me...
I turn my face, seeking his lips, and he kisses me with overwhelming urgency as he moves his hips, pushing his cock slowly inside me, opening me up, claiming a part of me I've never given to anyone before.
His teeth sink into my lip before he licks and sucks, his kiss a mark, wild and unrestrained. And I kiss him back with the same intensity.
And his taste... his tongue diving into mine... the delicious possessiveness of his lips...
It's all I need to forget the twinge of pain as he buries himself a little deeper, my pussy squeezing around his immense size.
I am consumed by the overwhelming sensation, by the intense way my body suddenly fills up, a fullness that takes my breath away. My body stretches to its limit, my muscles tighten around him, and my heart races, frantic.
He's huge, I don't think I can take so much at once...
But before that thought takes shape, he sinks even deeper, invading me with an intensity that borders on the impossible.
I moan in ecstasy, because, by the stars... feeling him inside me feels so good.
It's a mixture of pain and pleasure, his fingers never stop massaging my clitoris and my arousal drips, making him slide more easily inside me.
His mouth leaves mine to brush against my ear, he nibbles on my earlobe, the tip of his tongue playing with it, his cock thrusting in and out in short, lazy strokes, but I know how much this is torturing him, his muscles trembling on top of me, while he maintains control, while he tries to be gentle with me so as not to hurt me.
"You're so perfect," he growls against my ear.
He squeezes my clit lightly as he continues to pour out possessive words, fucking me a little harder, a little faster.
"My female."
"Yes, I'm yours..." I moan.
He growls, and in an instant he's on his knees, rolling me onto my stomach. His hands grip my hips, guiding me onto all fours, elbows and knees pressing into the bed, as he mounts me from behind.
"So irresistible!" He starts to thrust a little harder and I lay my face on the bed, pushing myself back against him.
"This is mine," he brings one hand to one of my breasts and squeezes it, pinching my nipple before sliding his palm down my belly until it slips between my legs, his fingers massaging my clitoris. "This cunt is mine."
His voice has a deep, animalistic tone, his beast breaking free.
Then he pinches my clitoris hard, making me arch my back and scream.
He slowly withdraws from inside me, only to circle my entrance, spreading my wetness all over my pussy, teasing me until I let out a sound of frustration.
"I need to know if you really want to continue, because I won't be able to control my beast for much longer, I'm at my limit..." He leans his body over mine and his mouth touches my shoulder, his teeth scraping my skin. "I need to fuck you, hard."
"Mark..." I moan, feeling tears of frustration at the emptiness he left when he pulled out. "I need to feel my male inside me. Come and fuck me now."
A guttural growl vibrates from his throat and he fills me again with a sudden movement, and I know it's the beast trying to take possession.
The thought of Mark letting his essence dominate him as he fucks me with wild thrusts is exciting. My feline claws unsheath and I cling to the mattress, receiving his thrusts with cries of pleasure that I muffle by biting the sheet.
Knowing that I am the reason he loses control, that he wants me so much that he surrenders to his wild instincts, makes my pussy tighten and get even wetter.
The sounds in the cabin are reduced to the wet smacking of our sweaty bodies meeting, my moans punctuating each of his almost brutal thrusts, and the obscenities he pours into my ear with that hoarse, wild voice.
"So tight for me..."
I just moan, my eyes rolling with pleasure, my claws tearing at the bed sheet as I hold on with each deep thrust of his.
"Good girl, that's it, squeeze your cunt like that. That body was made to receive my pleasure. And my cock was made to give you pleasure."
Yes!
My words turn into increasingly high-pitched moans as they pass through my throat.
"I'm going to fuck you until your cunt moulds to my cock," he growls. "Until there's no doubt that you're mine!"
The rhythm accelerates, fierce, and each thrust draws an uncontrollable moan from me.
"I'm going to fill you so full with my cum that your belly will swell and you'll feel me dripping out of you for days!" he hisses, increasing the pace of his thrusts, hitting so deep, so deliciously, that it makes me gush and pulse around him.
The heat rises up my legs like an uncontrolled electric current. Each thrust sinks me deeper into a feverish stupor. I grab the sheet, but my claws pierce the fabric. He is taking me to the brink not only of pleasure, but of sanity.
I try to look back, and what I see is... savage.
His eyes are two suns, burning beneath feverish eyelids, his sharp canines protrude from his lips, his sweaty hair sticks to his forehead, his ears are pointed in the midst of transformation, his unsheathed claws grip my hips tightly, sinking into my flesh... and a tail swings behind him.
He still tries to hold back his beast, not letting it take over his body, but he seems to be at his limit...
"Mark, I'm going to..." I moan, feeling the orgasm coming, its heat and tingling spreading throughout my body, my cunt contracting more and more...
"I can feel you squeezing me, female," he says, his voice sounding less human, the beast taking over.
He flashes an animalistic smile, his face transforming a little more.
Suddenly Mark pulls out completely, only to turn me over onto my back on the bed the next instant, grab my ankles, placing my legs over his shoulders before fucking me again, his body leaning over mine, spreading me as wide as possible.
I feel the muscles in his arms and back tremble, his lips stretched tight, he runs his tongue over his elongated canines while his dark eyes turn to my neck.
"I'm on the verge of losing control," he growls before burying his face in the curve of my neck, grazing his teeth against my skin. "Ask me to stop, Sandra."
"I want you to lose control."
He slows his thrusts, but goes deep, his pelvis slamming against my swollen clitoris and sending shocks of pleasure through me.
"I don't want to hurt you, Kitten..." he says, but before he can pull away, I grab the back of his neck, digging my claws into his skin, pulling him back.
He growls, the tension in the air increasing.
"Is this what you really want? For me to mark you, to hurt you?"
I purr in response, pulling my face away to stare him in the eyes, defiantly.
"I want you wild. I want to be possessed by the Beast, to be marked as yours."
"Yes," he says, his animalistic voice against my skin. "You are mine."
Then, without warning, his sharp teeth sink into my flesh.
The shock of pain makes me gasp, but it's as if pleasure follows immediately, a hot, overwhelming wave that sweeps me away, leaving me breathless, tense, completely surrendered.
My body tightens around him, his every movement consuming me.
He lets out a hoarse growl, his canines sinking deeper, marking me in a way that goes beyond the flesh.
My hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer, as if I already knew, somewhere deep inside me, that this moment was inevitable. I was always his, even before I understood what that meant.
The heat spreads across my neck, down to my chest, burning my veins with an almost unbearable intensity.
My heart races, beating with a force that seems to want to tear me apart, but it just keeps going, pulsing fast, relentless.
I feel my entire skin vibrate, every inch of me tingling, electrically charged.
My essence begins to grow, expanding within me, filling every space with a force that overwhelms me.
My eyes light up, shining like stars about to explode, and a cry of pleasure bursts from within me, tearing through my throat, without any control.
His mark is engraved on me, tattooed on every fibre of my being, like a promise that I am his fated mate.
And in that instant, there is no doubt that I belong to him.
Mark fucks me again, his movements becoming harder, each deep thrust pushing me to the edge, while his fingers slip between our bodies and mercilessly tease my clitoris. He licks the newly made mark, savouring his possession, my blood, then slides his lips to my ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"So perfect and so mine..."
His voice disarms me, and I just surrender without reservation, lost in the heat that surrounds us.
Feeling his body moulding to mine, each thrust consuming me entirely, relentless, voracious, as if he wanted to claim me until there was nothing left but us, our desire and this fierce need that consumes us.
"You are..." He buries himself deeper and I feel him throbbing inside me. "My everything."
His words are the trigger.
A cry escapes my lips as the orgasm suddenly takes me, an overwhelming wave of pleasure that sweeps me away.