I did it because it offered such tranquillity to the pandemonium in my heart.
Our kiss set fire to every cuff and leash I’d wrapped around myself and incinerated them to dust. Its flames reached deep into my core, to the nest of monsters with their demon blood-red eyes whose only creation was to climax, and burned their cage to the ground, encouraging a fourth release to curl my toes and make me buckle in the man’s arms.
He held me closer, driving into me.
The rhythmic clenches of my orgasm weren’t as severe as the previous three, granting a breather from the overwhelming intensity, but it did grant a strange kind of gift.
Somehow, I eclipsed my basic existence of a girl being devoured by a caveman and hovered as an entity above us.
I saw myself as an outsider would.
I watched a lusty woman rock on the lap of an equally lusty man.
I witnessed the straining and coupling of two creatures who didn’t give a fuck what the world thought of them. In their cave, they were safe to be who they wanted and do what they needed.
She looked like a queen. A wild-haired, sensually savage queen while he looked like a barbarian. A gladiator with scars and tragedies, his prowess and power fogging the rustic cave around them.
He was unconquerable. Huge and hulking, muscled and mighty, but he held the woman, he held me, as though I granted his every wish and dream.
Sully was right.
Euphoria wasn’t the magic his guests paid for.
It was the goddess they were paired with.
Me.
I was the alchemist, the priestess, and the witch.
And the man was utterly under my spell, just as I was under his.
I groaned as he arched his hips with thick desire, making my skin heat and thoughts scatter. As I let go of ideas and conclusions, I suffered a final realisation, the last shocking truth.
I was worshipped.
Wanted.
Priceless.
I threw my head back and gave in.
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Time lost all power in our faraway cave.
My fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth orgasm were delivered in quick succession. Falling like ill-spent coins, glittering and spinning, crashing and bouncing on the floor.
Each one manipulated my system until my heart thudded sporadically and my nervous system threatened to shut down.
Too much.
Too intense.
Too often.
But I couldn’t stop it.
We were just as bad as the other.
Exploding in pleasure, only to begin the climb again the moment we went lax. After he’d taken me from behind and over his lap, he pushed me possessively onto the thick pile of furs.
The exquisite sensation of soft plushness made more tears spring to my eyes. Tears full of gratitude that such softness existed. My tears soon turned to pleas for another release as the coiling, curdling want drove me mad.
The man mounted me again, sliding in deep until he pushed my hips into the ground.
He drove into me, wedged high on his hands and looking down at me prone beneath him. The darkness of his gaze hid the depths I’d seen before. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t sense how he felt. Somehow, someway, he’d not only given me his body but his heart too.
I knew that.
Without any doubt or question, this scary prehistoric man had fallen in love with me.
I tasted it in each kiss. I heard it in each groan. I saw it in the way he watched me come undone, and how his fingers still bruised me, his cock still owned me, yet he wanted more than just my body.
He drove into me with single-minded determination, as if he could crack me open and claim my soul. With each thrust, his eyes glowed with warmth and undying need. He stared at me as if he wanted to kill me for making him weak.
The complex riot of emotions he suffered made me quake outward, moaning as my body wrung out every heavenly pulse.
I was too drunk on elixir to question how our hearts had become entangled. Too at the mercy of primal greed to fully understand.
All I knew was that each time we came together, each touch and kiss, we created our own little universe. And as more time poured its sand through whatever hourglass that’d trapped us in this place, we lost ourselves further.
This drive between us had started as animalistic need, poured down my throat against my will, but now we shared a startling intimacy.
A communion that sent electricity crackling from his fingers into my skin. Connection that linked us by golden, gleaming strings, bringing us together again and again.
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My ninth orgasm was spent on his tongue.
The huge breadth of his shoulders wedged between my thighs. His face between my legs. I combusted under his teeth as he bit me. I jerked his hair as he inserted three fingers. I screamed as he feasted.
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