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“Oh my god, don’t stop!” I claw the arm rest as Torben ratchets up speed. He clutches one hip while his other hand grasps my wrists.
“Never.” The low bass of his growl let me know that it’s not the otso that’s pistoning against me; it’s the snow beast. he reaches a long finger between my legs and zeroes in on my throbbing clit. He slides over the slick heat within my folds. “Mate. Feel good.”
God yes. Feel good. Feel so good.
I’m unraveling, pussy fluttering around the thick girth of his cock until finally, finally, I’m careening over the edge.
I’m sobbing and still Torben is hard and throbbing, lodged inside of me as if he plans on staying like this forever.
With the neverending chain of orgasms quaking through me, I don’t give a damn what happens.
Torben hugs me to himself, and sits us both into a seatingposition. He opens my legs wide, planting my feet on the outside of his thighs. More of him slides against more of me inside my channel. In this position, he slides along all my sensitive spots.
"Oh!" I arch against him, lifting myself up and down his length. The answering rumble in his chest means he's pleased.
“Yes mate. Take. Take all.” He pinches my clit as he thrusts up, and I scream my pleasure out into the night.
Torben’s grip around me tightens until he takes over my motions. He thrusts up against me while driving me down against his hips over and over again until he finds his release.
His length grows thicker, longer until I feel him quaking inside me. So much of his cum pumps inside of me that it overflows my core and still he thrusts.
I lose track of time as Torben’s orgasm continues to pulse inside me.
Finally.
Finally.
Torben stills against me. I’m nothing but a limp and twitching devastation against his chest.
He hugs me against him, already growing hard inside of me.
“Are you okay?” Torben asks.
“In every way.” I take a few kisses from him while leading his hand down toward where our bodies are still joined together. “Let’s do more of that, please.”
“Anything for my mate.”
Chapter Eighteen
VALIANA INAMORATA
Valiana
The NExt Day
I spin in front of the mirror.
The dress has that perfect balance of slink and swish. The bodice is a marvel of engineering, hugging my torso just right to elevate my more modest assets. I twirl again, letting the skirt flare around me like one of Tor’s prized flowers.
The house just knows what I need.
The person in the reflection looks nothing like the person I was a month ago…a year ago. But this time, I’m at peace with what I see. This is the face that I’ve been looking for that no amount of makeup or hair styling can fix.
Gone is the pinched tension or the shadow of anxiety under my eyes.
I’m happy.
All the long hours of work…of hoping…of praying…have all manifested into this reality that I’ve envisioned all along.
