I bent my knees and put my feet on the bed at his hips, lifted up and he slid a little deeper.
Mak was breathing hard, sweat dotted his brow. I could tell he was holding back, at least for now until I had taken him all, until I had adjusted to his huge, huge cock.
His hand cupped the back of my knee, pushed it wide and then up, opening me to him even more.
I gasped when he slid in all the way. He bottomed out, that blunt crown nudging my womb. I had no doubt if I weren’t on birth control, I’d be pregnant by morning.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “Oh shit, I can feel myself getting even bigger.”
“The base,” I gasped, feeling it grow, spread even further.
Mak pulled back, but only moved about an inch, but didn’t retreat any further. “That’s it. We’re locked together. Are you all right?”
He stroked my face again in the way I liked as he looked down at me. So intent, concerned.
I rippled around him, still adjusting to being opened up so much. It didn’t hurt, but if he didn’t start to move, I was going to go insane.
“Mak, please,” I whimpered, trying to lift up to make him fuck me.
He slid back in that little bit.
“Yes!” I cried, and grabbed at his lower back.
He fucked me slowly, getting used to being so… together. This wasn’t wild and crazy, but close. Personal. Us.
When he pulled back and slid deep again, I came. My head arched back, my cry filling the room. The pleasure of it went on and on as Mak continued to slide in and out.
“Gwen,” he shouted, lowering his head into the crook of my neck. I heard him groan, “Mine,” just before his teeth—his fangs—penetrated the spot where my neck and shoulder met.
I screamed, the searing hit of the bite was replaced immediately with a different kind of burn from the serum.
It was like instant pleasure, so intense I came. It wasn’t my clit that was the epicenter of my pleasure, but Mak himself. I felt his pleasure as he felt mine.
“Yes, god yes!” I cried as I let it wash over me.
His hand tightened on my knee as his teeth remained embedded deep in my flesh, just like his cock. I felt the heat of his seed fill me, slip around our joining and escape. There was just no room for all of it. No room for anything, no thought, no sound, no feeling but him. But us.
I had no sense of time, but Mak lifted his head, licked at the wound. It felt sore, tender, but only for a moment. My eyes blinked open and I saw him studying the mark as if I’d been wrong and there was still a chance I might die.
I only felt pleasure, felt Mak deep—so deep—inside me.
“More,” I begged, tugging him back down with my hand cupped behind his head.
“More,” Mak growled, grinning. His fangs were gone. He kissed me and fucked me some more. When he pulled back this time, the mating cock somehow allowed for more movement, more friction and he took advantage.
Grabbing my ankles, he lifted them to his shoulders for a more direct thrust. He took me that way until I came, delirious with pleasure. It never ended, but built higher and higher. I wasn’t sure how he’d flipped me onto my hands and knees with his cock stuck inside me, but he did. Then fucked me some more. He came again, more seed, more pleasure.
It blended together in a sweaty, sticky, loving mess until Mak had me in front of him, like we were two spoons in a drawer as he slowly took me once more. I did pass out then, for I woke up with his hand cupping my breast as he continued to rock his hips. This time it was a slow fuck, gentle and almost like a break. But we were still connected.
“Will the pleasure ever stop?” I whispered, moving into the feel of him.
“Hours, mate. Hours.”