Besides, we’d already indulged in a warm-up with our mouths.
Now it was time tofuck, to feel her from the inside, to win this silly silent battle by making her scream.
I slipped my arm beneath her and reached up to palm her throat while my opposite hand slid from her hip to her slick heat. She was already wet for me, her endless orgasms from earlier leaving her primed and ready for my cock. Just as she should be.
Her pulse sang beneath my mouth, yet she didn’t otherwise make a sound. She didn’t even move.
I tested her resolve by pressing my thumb against her clit. Her ass flexed subtly against me, but other than that, she didn’t react.
My inner predator growled in approval, this game reminiscent of seeking prey. Hunting a mark.Coercinga reaction. Dining on the fear and arousal of a victim.
Gods, I was so damn hard for her. Ready to take. Mark.Claim.
Everything about her called to me, from her scent to her delectable curves, to the way she seemed to crave defiance to her pleasant subservience.
I was drunk on her.
So dangerous.
Too consuming.
I have to kill her.
But not yet…
I could play. Taste.Fuck.
I’d indulged in her for a thousand years already. What was a few more days or weeks or months? Nothing, really. Just a way to rid her from my system for good.
And potentially use her to teach Ryder and his progeny a lesson.
Keeping her was practical. A decision that afforded me some pleasure in the interim while also serving a purpose in the long term.
I drew my hand away from her sex to grab her thigh, pulling her leg back over mine.
“Time for you to roar, little lioness,” I whispered to her, my hips shifting against hers to line myself up with her weeping entrance.
Her pussy resembled a hot kiss against my shaft, causing my balls to tighten as I thrust inside her, the sensation one that dangerously threatened my self-control. Feral instincts clawed at my restraint, urging me to let my inner predator free.
Let me have her, that beast growled.Let me take what’s mine.
Her cunt felt so good.Toogood. I couldn’t think. I could onlybe. I could onlyclaim. Deeply. Thoroughly.Exquisitely.
Andfuck, she was tight. Molded perfectly for me. Squeezing my dick with an aggression I admired. Owning me entirely. Allowing me to feel at peace for the first time since I’d awakened.
This has to be why I’ve kept her, I marveled, utterly lost to the pleasure zipping up and down my spine. I was barely even moving, just embracing the heat, indulging in her flawlessness.
I buried my head against her neck, my lips pressed firmly to her now-raging pulse.
If Ismerelda had flinched when I’d entered her, I wasn’t sure. I’d been too consumed by our intimate connection to notice. But other than a small gasp, she’d remained quiet, her taut form pressed firmly to mine.
Her thigh clenched beneath my palm. My lioness wanted me to move, to feel my power, to lose ourselves to a pleasure we hadn’t experienced in over a hundred years. I could sense it in the way her sheath clamped down around me, demanding action.
Demanding that I perform.
Demanding that I own her. Mark her. Remind her of her place in my life. Rekindle our bond.Take her.
My incisors skimmed her tender skin, my hand still clasped around her throat while my opposite held her leg. “This is going to hurt, Ismerelda.”
