Chapter 5 #2
Warren groaned aloud, as though her hands were as gifted and talented as his, before his deep voice growled, almost too thick for her to understand in the thick fog of longing that eclipsed her brain. “Stop doing that or I’ll hurt you. . .”
It wasn’t a threat, it was a warning. She could feel how dangerously close the man was to snapping and taking a wild chunk out of her when he snatched his hand from between her legs and ground her against him.
Her moan was filled with the siren call of her wanting.
She was gone, out of control, and she needed him to bring her back.
To wrestle her from the clutches of her vulgar lust and bring her back down to him.
“You wouldn’t hurt me. . .” The words were a sigh of certainty.
She was inside him, she knew him in and out.
Despite the wildness she found in him, the man had titan self-control.
He would make sure he didn’t hurt her if he had to harm himself to do it.
. . And that was why she trusted him with her body.
With the task of saving her from her physical torment again and again.
She sent that feeling of trust to him in the little waves of thought she could manage as she dragged his mouth back to hers and arched her bare sex against the sheathed heat of his arousal.
A soft moan escaped her as she ground herself against him.
She’d never been around men with erections, so couldn’t say for sure, but the one tenting his underwear from his open pants did seem rather large in her opinion.
The thought of him filling her filled her with an obscene exhilaration that shivered from her body, spilling from her as moisture and moan.
“If I lose control, I will.” He growled, biting her lip a bit more aggressively than she was used to before releasing it and turning his head back into her shoulder to lick hungrily up the curve before biting hard enough to make her jump, moan and grind against him.
He let go. “I don’t want to hurt you. . .
” He pressed his lips to the bite mark and soothed it with his tongue.
Janice trembled, moaning plaintively as her sex spasmed desperately against his caged heat.
She knew that the wet spot she felt press against her core was her own doing.
“You won’t. . .” She pulled his head back up, kissing him before reaching down between them to free his chained member from its elastic binds.
“Please. . .” she begged, “I need you inside of me.”
Warren hesitated, completely still and a bit rigid in her hold as she moved and ground against him. Then his chest and stomach expanded against her and he rolled on top of her. “Say ‘Ansell’ if you can’t take it.”
She was just about to ask take what? when she felt the bulbous head of his penis press against her.
She still didn’t understand as he pushed into her and her body began swallowing his.
All she could feel was pleasure as he entered her moist cavern.
It felt sublime. He was so big, she was so full.
. . All of a sudden, everything he’d done till now made sense and she pulled him down for a kiss.
. . and then, just as suddenly, her muscles weren’t so loose and forgiving.
Her muscles weren’t so willing to accept his intrusion and she felt as though she were being torn apart.
Her eyes widened as she cried out in his mouth. Tears welling in her eyes as her body strained against him. She began to try shifting away, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in place while he stopped moving.
Warren pressed soft kisses on her cheeks as he held her, murmuring softly. “Breathe. I need you to breathe and relax.”
She wanted to scream obscenities at him and shove him away. Far enough and hard enough that his body was removed from hers as he fell back. . . But all she could do was cry and groan loudly as she pushed on him.
“I need you to relax.” He spoke softly against her ear.
Pressing kisses over her cheeks and jaw before he looked her in her face.
Concern written in the lines and frown of his expression.
“I’m not going to move. Just breathe, please.
” With his free hand, he massaged gentle circles into her hip.
Her side, then the side of her neck. “Breathe. It won’t truly end until you’re filled.
. .” His voice was sad, as though admitting something he didn’t want to, but she didn’t understand what he was saying.
She tried to ask, but her voice came out broken and strained. “W-Wha—?”
He rested his forehead on her shoulder. “The first Heat is always the easiest.” He spoke quietly, “It gets worse from here, but it can last for days if you don’t satisfy the body’s craving.
” When she shook her head, trying to communicate that she didn’t understand what he was saying, he continued.
“Heat is the body’s desire to procreate.
The easiest way to end it is for a male to finish inside a female.
This is on both accounts. It can stall a Heat for between twelve and twenty-four hours if the person in heat is fully satisfied.
. .” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sighed sadly.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to be gentle. We will take this slow.
I’ll only give you what you can handle.”
And he did. Warren waited. A long time. Janice hadn’t a clue how long it had been by the time he was in her to the base.
It had been an excruciating game of stop and go and he’d done it with admirably more patience than she’d have expected.
Not to mention, at no point did she send him flying with a burst of power, so. . . there was that. . .
I must really trust him, she thought as they laid there.
Feeling his base press against her. She could breathe now, and though he was still huge and she could still feel the way her muscles stretched and protested around his intrusion, she didn’t feel like she was going to die anymore.
So supposed she would be alright as far as things went.
She just wished there was a way to make it not hurt so much.
To ease the pain she felt with him inside her so that she could enjoy what was happening.
This was her first time ever doing something like this.
Janice and her brother had been celibate since they left home, but even then, they’d never thought that there would be people out there who would want to have sex with monsters.
Luckily for Janice, she’d never actually had a libido before this night.
It had always been her brother who had the occasional bouts of insatiable sexual appetite and they’d always lock him away in his room until it passed.