Her climax rips through her in waves, her back bowing off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat. I drink her down, lapping at her release like salvation, my growls vibrating againsther oversensitive flesh until she shudders again, pleading incoherently for mercy I have no intention of giving.
When she finally collapses back against the furs, boneless and trembling, I kiss my way up her body, over her stomach, her ribs, the soft undersides of her breasts, and each press of my lips a promise I never stopped keeping.
When I reach her mouth, I claim it in a bruising kiss. She tastes of herself—musky, sweet, holy—and I can’t get enough. She moans into me, fingers fisting in my hair, dragging me closer, as if she could crawl inside my skin and live there.
“Again,” I command, my voice a velvet growl against her lips, more prayer than order.
She stares at me, helpless, caught in savage need, and she nods, breathless, trembling, radiant in surrender. “Yes. Please.”
I don’t make her wait.
I’ve never been capable of patience where she’s concerned. My hands find her thighs again, spreading her even wider, and when she opens up for me with the grace of aprima donnaballet dancer, I descend with a hunger that steals her breath and very nearly my sanity.
There’s no teasing this time, no slow worship.
I dive into her, tongue thrusting deep, thick and relentless, my nose pressed against her clit as I devour her like I’ve been starved for centuries—because I have.
The taste of her hits me like blood and the devil’s own benediction, and I groan into her, the sound rough, reverent, desperate.
Her fingers twist tighter in my hair, her hips rising to meet every stroke. When her walls clench around me, it’s like being claimed in return.
Her cries fill the room, raw and beautiful, and then she shatters, her second release tearing through her harder than the first.
I hold her there, trembling and wild beneath my hands, until the last wave breaks and she goes still, spent and shaking, her scent clinging to my tongue like the sweetest ambrosia.
I lick her clean and my hands grip and convulse on her hips before rising to my knees. My cock strains against my trousers, the outline filthy and obscene, and when I finally free it, Elara’s breath hitches.
Even to my eyes, I’m absurdly huge, thick and veined and desperate, my crown already glistening with pre-cum. I can’t help it…I stroke myself once, slowly, my gaze locked with hers, and I see her pussy clench at the sight, flushed and empty and aching.
“Now,” I say, my voice a hoarse and messy command. “You’re going to take my beast inside you, aren’t you, love?”
With a whimper, she reaches for me with ravenous hands to guide me to her sodden entrance.
The first press of my cock against her is an insane tease, the broad head parting her folds just enough to make her whine.
Then I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust and unhinged roar. Elara gasps and her nails dig into my ass as her body stretches to accommodate my size.
I freeze above her, my breath ragged and my forehead pressed, ignoring my body’s agonized demand, to give her…us…a moment to adjust.
“Fuck, I’ve forgotten how tight you are,” I groan, my voice barely coherent and strained. “Like a fucking vice.”
Sheshakesandshakes, and then she rocks her hips experimentally, testing the stretch, and my cock twitches inside her, making us both groan again.
“Move, Lucien” she demands, her voice thick with need. “Or I’ll die.”
I pull out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, the force of it driving the air from her lungs. She cries out, butthe sound is lost in the wet slap of flesh as I set a punishing pace, hips snapping as I pound into my lost and found love.
Each thrust sends her sliding up the bed, her breasts bouncing gloriously with the motion, her pussy clenching around me, greedy and wet and so fucking sublime, constellations shine brighter in worship.
“Mine,” I growl, leaning down to capture her mouth in a savage kiss, my fangs scraping her lips. My hand slide between us and my thumb finds her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. “Say it.”
She’s too far gone to deny me. “Yours,” she gasps, her body tightening around me, her orgasm building like a gathering storm. “Only yours?—”
My cock swells inside her, and my rhythm falters as her walls flutter around me, milking me. With a roar, I tunnel myself deep and I comehard, my release pulsing into her, hot and thick, filling her as her own climax wrings every last shudder from her body.
I collapse onto her and neither of us cares that my weight presses her into the furs. Only that my heart pounds against hers, echoing our union.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of our ragged, frantic breathing, the magnificent scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. A smell I never thought I’d experience again.
