“It hurts,” she whispers, her eyes opening to meet my gaze. “It’s too much. It’s too fast.”
My smirk wides and lust floods through me. “You’re going to take it like a fucking good whore.”
I feel her pussy clench and her ass tightens around my dick. I start to move again, sinking deep into Zara with each stroke. Her eyes widen and she surrenders more with every thrust, giving in as she lets me have the control I crave.
Zara’s magic pulses faster, wrapping tighter around me as her body adjusts to my cock. Her hips start moving in time with mine, matching the rhythm of our bodies. She’s still resisting, but the strength of her attempts is dwindling witheach passing second.
“That’s it,” I hiss, thrusting harder as her wetness seeps from her cunt and onto my balls. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”
She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets beneath us as she arches her back, offering herself to me completely. Her eyes shine with tears as she surrenders fully and I see her give herself to me—she’s mine now, body and soul.
“Kade,” she pleads, her voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies colliding. “Please, more.”
I groan, slamming into her once more as her plea echoes through the room. The sound of our bodies becoming one in perfect rhythm is an exquisite melody and I surrender to my desire for her, enjoying her cries that sound her willingness to give herself to me completely. I thrust deeper and faster, feeling every inch of her tight ass wrapped around me.
“You’re mine,” I growl, thrusting into her ass again, feeling her muscles grip me tightly. “All of you.”
Zara whimpers, her body trembling beneath me as she implores me to take what I want. Her head nods and her body clenches, her breathing already faltering as she loiters on the edge of orgasm. The pleasure spreading through me is just as intense, and I can’t get enough of it. It’s intoxicating and addictive, and I watch her writhe and moan beneath me. For me.
Fuck, she’s mine. And I am hers.
“Come for me,” I insist, my voice low and filled with lust. “Show me who owns you.”
She cries out, her magic spinning around us like a golden haze. It’s beautiful and intense, but it’s nothing compared to the look of surrender and bliss on her face as she claws my forearms and comes. I scream her name as I feel her orgasm wash over me, her ass clenching down on my cock in asensation that sends me to the brink.
My balls draw up and heat spreads through my core as my climax breaks and pleasure floods through me. My magic explodes and the silvery threads weave through her magic, binding us together.
Zara whimpers, whispering my name as her body shakes and she rides out her own orgasm. I slam into her ass one last time, enjoying the high as my orgasm crashes over me, finally stilling with my cock buried deep in her ass. I pant heavily, catching my breath as my body shudders with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I fill her ass with my come.
I collapse on top of her, panting as my heart rate slows. She’s mine, body and soul, blood weave or not. She just proved it, and I just claimed her.
“Perfection,” I whisper as I withdraw. “My perfect little whore.”
She beams and a rush of affection for her floods my senses. I roll onto my side, pulling her against me as if letting go would mean losing her completely. Her skin is warm beneath my hand, her breath steady against my chest. For a moment, the world feels distant, and the blood weave and the darkness of my world fades into oblivion.
“Tell me something true,” she murmurs, her voice soft and raw, as if she’s afraid of breaking the spell.
I pause, considering. There’s so much I could say, so much I could confess, but I choose the simplest truth.
“I’ll never let you go.”
Zara’s breath catches, and the faintest shiver runs through her. She doesn’t respond, but the way she clings to me says enough. She believes me, and I’m certain I’m right. I tighten my hold on her, knowing the storm hasn’t passed yet, but I’m certain I can keep her safe for now.
