Before she could lower her body and take me, I gripped her hips, hard, and pressed her to the wall, my cock hovering at the opening of her wet pussy, and held her there. Drank her in. Enjoyed the moment I knew would never come again, the moment I made her mine. I couldn’t miss the pale glimmer of her in the soft moonlight. Yes, her breasts were small. High. Her waist trim, her hips wide. And her pussy. Fuck.
“Hurry up. What are you doing?”
“You’re mine.”
She moaned, the sound so raw and hungry I nearly gave in and gave her what she wanted. But this was too important. She was too damn stubborn. She was mine. I needed to hear it. I needed to know that she knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed from her. She. Was. Mine.
“Are we going to talk about this now?” she asked as she wiggled her hips, her wet folds sliding back and forth over the sensitive tip of my cock.
“Oh fuck.”
I saw a grin spread on her face just before my eyes fell closed. I kissed her. Hard. Deep. Thrusting with my tongue the way I wanted to fuck her with my cock. When I pulled back, she whimpered, pulled my hair hard enough to keep my lips hovering above hers. Her breath was my breath. Her heat was mine.
“God, just do it. Please. I need you.”
I need you. The words were like an arrow in my heart and I groaned, kissed her again. Gently this time. But I couldn’t give in. This was too important. “Destiny, you’re mine. Say it. You’re my mate.”
“God dammit.” I felt her pussy lips part, as if opening in invitation. I watched every expression, savored the way she writhed in my arms. Her need was as great as mine. “Fine. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”
Pushing deep, I watched her face as I filled her, one slow inch at a time. She tilted her head back, her long neck open and exposed in an unconscious sign of trust I wasn’t sure she knew she was making. But I pushed deep. Fucked her. Filled her.
“Miiiine.” Her cry sounded like that of a wounded animal. Primal. Instinctive. She was claiming me. Riding my cock. Taking my energy and easing her Ardor the way she was meant to. I didn’t even try to stop the massive force of heat swirling between us. Giving to her like this was erotic. Intimate. So much more than fucking. I would be part of her forever. Locked in her very cells, making her strong. Me. No one else.
“Mine.” My word was clear. Short. A demand.
In response, she pulled my lips to hers and invaded me again. Taking. Demanding. Needing me.
She was hot. Wet. Tight. Her walls clenched and rippled around me, as if she’d never taken anything so big, so thick before. I bottomed out, my hips slapping against her ass.
“Holy fuck.” I was going to come. Just like that. The pleasure was so intense, the sizzle of my orgasm simmered already, on the edge, at the base of my spine.
“Please,” she moaned. “Move.”
I pulled back, thrust deep. Hard. She moved up and down along the wall but I held her thighs, spread them wide. Took her again. And again.
Her pussy clenched down on me like a fist, swelling around me until her core was so tight I couldn’t breathe. She bucked, biting her lip to keep in a scream as her pussy spasmed around me, milking me of seed and energy at the same time, the sensation like nothing I’d ever imagined.
I came unexpectedly, as if the pleasure were too intense and my body knew what to do before I did, knew exactly what she needed. I gripped her tightly as I held myself deep. Filled her, hot pulse after pulse. Like an animal, I fought down a primal yell of victory as my seed pumped from me for the first time, filled her. Mine. My seed. My energy. My cock. She needed and I provided. No other male would ever touch her. I’d kill them. Skin them alive and enjoy the screams.
Mine.
She remained still, but only for a few seconds. Her breathing still ragged, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat as I returned to myself. Barely.
“More.”
“Your wish is my command, Princess.” I grinned at her, never feeling so fucking good in my life. I wasn’t done. Not even close. My cock was still hard as a rock. I had no idea how long I could keep this up, but I would fuck her as long as I could. As long as she needed me, her pussy a little piece of heaven on Alera and all mine. But now that I’d gotten that initial release out of the way, I was determined to give her so much fucking pleasure she’d never doubt who she belonged to. Hell, I wouldn’t relent until she blacked out and I could carry her back to the palace, unconscious. Sated. Safe.
She tilted her hips, grinding her clit on my body. She moaned, reached for me… and froze.
“Fuck. Someone’s coming.”
I listened. Heard nothing. Pushed deep. Kissed her.
She tore her lips from mine, panting. “Someone’s coming. Shit. Move. We can’t be here.”
I didn’t hear anything, but she was distracted, which was not what I wanted. Grinning, I held her body impaled on mine and kicked her clothes around the corner into a dark side room. It was some sort of library, with books lining every wall. I found a dark corner, nearly black, and pressed her to the wall there, buried deep. Breathing her breath. I couldn’t find the will to leave her body, leave this paradise. Not when I had heard nothing. We were alone, and I wasn’t finished with my mate. Not even close.
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