Zak pounded into me with abandon. He couldn’t rein himself in anymore.
His large, hard cock thrust in and out and in, dominating and possessive. From the way he looked at me, it seemed he’d never stop fucking me.
My blood heated and raced.
My pussy squeezed him hard, milking him, and a low groan rumbled from his chest.
His lightning infused with my flame of twelve colors, and a new wave of energy poured into me, nourishing my every parched, damaged cell.
I hadn’t known that the magical me had been starved for so long. How had I even survived?
Zak thrust into me deeper, feeding and giving me pleasure at the same time.
A new Marigold rose from the ashes, powerful, ravenous, and vicious.
My senses heightened.
I felt every inch of Zak’s large, hard cock stretching me to the limit. He rammed into my depths repetitively, claiming me.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned.
“My cock has never been so hard,” he gasped. “I haven’t fucked a woman for a long time. From now on, I’ll fuck you every night. I’ll fuck you every moment I can have you. You and no one else.”
“I’m fine with that,” I purred.
My liquid heat spilled around his cock, my sex milking it hard as I started feeding on him.
He felt it, his eyes wild in dark fascination, yet he didn’t stop thrusting into me. He pumped deep into me, reaching my very depths and offering me everything he had.
He offered himself.
I didn’t take everything from him, but I took a lot.
My strength grew, and I yanked back my flame of rainbows. It resisted, but it couldn’t match my will anymore.
I sent it back to the depths of my well, roaming in a sea of embers. I’d have to learn how to tame it quickly.
If I couldn’t get a grip on my power, I’d drown in it—or worse.
With my destructive fire leashed, lust blazed in me.
Zak let out a string of pleased curses, feeling every blunt hit of my burning desire. In response, he pounded into me with renewed vigor, his speed blurring with each vehement movement.
I learned in to kiss him hard before I pulled away and declared, “It’s my turn to ride you, Bolt.”
“Ride me however you want, my savage little mate,” he said in satisfaction.
My hands grabbed his shoulders and my feet planted on his waist to anchor myself, then I started fucking him.
I propelled my hips toward him, riding along his impressive, hard length, pulled back a little, and slammed into him again, not caring that he rolled his eyes back in intense pleasure.
I was in control. I rocked back and forth, swayed a little, and swirled my ass, letting his hard cock hit my G-spot. I played him like a musical instrument, like I’d known in my blood how to play this sensual game.
I took him in deeper.
I rammed into him repetitively without mercy.
I was definitely not a damsel in distress at this moment.