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I cried out loud when he shoved into me without a warning, his hot cock dragging against my tight muscles almost roughly.
“En!” I cried when he did it again, feeling him so far in me it almost hurt.
His face was pinched with focus as he kept pushing into me at an irregular pace, experimenting with how deep and hard he could go without me wanting to scramble away. He was too large and thick, stretching me wider than what was comfortable, my inner muscles clinging to him even as he pulled out only to thrust back in. He was hot, so hot it fogged my head and made me pant, made me want to shed my humming skin off.
“You make me crazy,littleElf,” he growled into my ear, plunging into me harder—for him, it was probably just a little more than slow. “All those times I imagined ramming into you until we were one body. All those times I imagined sinking deep inside you, filling you with everything I had, taking you rough and hard like my instincts demand.”
Broken breaths and stuttered cries rushed out of me the harder and deeper he drove himself inside me. His rumbling voice… His slicked skin sliding against me, his tangible scent melting on my tongue with every breath. His wandering touch, his merciless tongue, and demanding cock were all I felt. My body coiled and tightened as if one simple move would shatter me. My heart felt like it would burst out of my heaving chest at any moment.
How could pleasure hurt so good?
And I wanted him to give me more.
En’s lips skimmed along my ear before he lightly closed his teeth around the cartilage, tugging enough for my body to jerk. My neck arched as I threw my head back, my eyes rolling into my skull.
“You cannot imagine how much I’m holding back,” he murmured into my ear. I whined, his pace unforgiving. It was beginning to become a little too vicious for me to handle, my voice increasing in volume, heart hammering against my chest and breath so noisy and quick. “How much I want to crush you, break you, watch you fall apart and beg me to fix you only to ruin you all over again.”
My hands grasped him tightly, one deep in his hair and the other coiled around his thick neck, claws dragging against his flesh and opening him the more he riled me up. He didn’t seem to mind the pain—if anything, he purred deeper.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, little Elf?” He breathed against my ear, lips opened as he made low, rough sounds that nudged me closer to the edge of a cliff. “You’re mine just as I’m yours.”
I tried to nod, tried to close my mouth to form words, but I couldn’t and he knew. He knew he was robbing me of the ability to think or form words with his voice and his touch and the harsh thrusts of his hips, dragging me back and forth, up and down, his grip possessive and bruising. So good even with that bite of pain that I couldn’t stop squirming and touching him, calling for him, needing him.
He pressed down at an angle that stilled my breath, spine arching and muscles clenching and spasming before the gates that kept me together all that time shattered into a million pieces. I gasped his name, hands frantically clutching him. En kept moving, holding me tight to him as I bucked and writhed under him, riding that wave that left me flushed and hot and buzzing.
I shook my head with a long noise of complaint when he kept ramming into my sensitive body, his intensity growing and growing until I feared he’d truly break me. My body jerked with his movements, breaths stuttering and hitching, muscles coiling tight again.
I grabbed his face and licked his lips in a gesture for mercy, nuzzling him and letting out little sounds to soften him. En clenched his jaws and narrowed his eyes, breathing harshly, his sweat dripping onto me as he shook above me.
He slid out, and I shuddered from the sudden cold and jarringly empty feeling he left behind. He’d opened me too wide for me to feel comfortable with my legs still wrapped around him.
En’s predatory gaze immobilised me, and I watched, my tongue darting to wet my lips as his hand clamped around his glistening hard cock and pumped slowly, vaguely mimicking what we’d been doing just now. A sound I couldn’t identify left my lips as I stared at him, powerful muscles contracting and body twitching slightly from all the tension I knew he was under.
En’s blazing eyes stared back at me. I quaked from his gaze alone, heard my breaths grow quicker and louder. I wanted to touch him, wanted to feel him again, but just as I made a move to do so, he stopped.
“You’re not allowed to touch me.” He ran his tongue across his top teeth and poked the muscle with one of his fangs, bleeding for a brief moment before he healed.
I made a sound of frustration, watching with hungry curiosity as he resumed his earlier actions. What he was doing made me flush hot again, legs wanting to press together as my insides throbbed, but he was still kneeling between them, and they were still around him.
His hand increased its rhythm, and I was mesmerised once again, following each rapid, brutal tug with parted lips. When I imagined this was how he wanted to mate with me—rough and fast and hard—my belly fluttered. Nerves ran rampant inside me, and I didn’t know if it was excitement, fear, or distress that I wouldn’t feel that with him, given our differences.
En’s flaming eyes watched me with such hunger that my trembling hands closed into fists. His huge body rippled, stiffened and contracted so beautifully that I didn’t know where to look. His harsh pants heightened that tingle between my legs, my breathing speeding up along with his motions before his hot seed rained on my torso. I whimpered, eyes almost closing, but I watched until he was almost as boneless as me.
Almost,because he still had the energy to lean closer, pointer finger dragging over my painted chest and collecting some of his seed until he was coaxing my lips to part. Instinctively, I flicked my tongue out and cleaned his finger, instantly jerking my face back and grimacing at the taste. It was sweet yet bitter with a hint of that metallic flavour he liked. The sweet part I liked, but it was fleeting because then came the bitter, and then it was the metallic, the one that lingered on my tongue and didn’t leave no matter how many times I swallowed.
En’s unsuppressed laugh jolted me out of my thoughts, his arms caging me once again as they coiled around me and kept me pressed to his solid chest. He was still between my limp legs, still hovering over me. But there was a lightness to him now, a brightness to his flaming eyes and an easier grin gracing his red lips.
Beautiful, dangerous, unpredictable, and all mine.
“Sleepy,” I mumbled, my lips on his sweaty collarbones, tongue poking out to lazily lick his sweat. A content sigh escaped me.
I couldn’t move a finger even if my life depended on it. Not only was he painfully heavy even when he kept a lot of his weight off me, but mating with En was… draining. I could barely keep my eyes open to watch him.
He laughed again, this time quieter, the deep sound nearly making me drift off to sleep. “What did I tell you earlier, little Elf?”
I shrugged my shoulders lazily, snuggling into him with a small yawn. My eyes began to droop, head too fuzzy and warm to remember.
“All night.”
