It’ll hurt in the best way.
I dig my nails into his biceps in anticipation, my lower half clenching around him in silent demand. All while he kisses me.
Loves me.
Cherishes me with his tongue.
I lift my hips to meet his thrust, my body moving on instinct. His mind helps guide me, too. When I twist a certain way, he mentally groans. When I squeeze him with my walls, hegrowls. Being inside him like this… it’s the best way to learn. To know. Tounderstand.
And he uses that same method on me, his hand disappearing between us again so he can stroke my clit.
I’m so swollen that his touch borders on pain, but I embrace it, knowing that this time… this time he’s going to let me fall apart.
In fact, he’s going to mandate it.
Every punch of his hips drives me closer to the edge, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure.
Please, please, please,I think, hoping he won’t play with me anymore and allow me the gratification I crave.
His pace quickens, his movements harsh yet thorough, striking me deep inside.
It’s almost punishing, his feral side peeking out at me more and more with each thrust.
I can feel his control slipping, hear his mind falling apart.
Yet somewhere deep within, he harnesses it, his need to please me first slamming through his animalistic instincts and forcing him to focus on what matters.
Her,I hear him saying to himself.This is for her.
Fae, I don’t know about that,I think back at him.It feels like it’s forus.
If my words register, he doesn’t show it. His attention is on making me feel good.
His movements slow, his shaft sliding almost all the way out before slamming back into me.
Over and over again.
I squirm, pant, and feel the tears welling once more.
Then he pinches my clit…
And my world…
Explodes.
I can’t… I can’t see. Or hear. Or focus. There’s just this overwhelming quake consuming my existence. Rumbling. Throbbing. Quivering through my limbs.
Then a sound pierces through my bubble, my mind belatedly catching up to the present as my screams echo through the fog.
So much. Too much. Fae… fae… Orcus!
Pain shoots through my lower abdomen, followed by an intense rupture of ecstasy, one that thrives through my veins, setting every part of me on fire.
I’m crying.
I’m screaming.
I’m… I’mdrowning.
