Suddenly, my body is twisted by my ankles, flipping me onto my stomach. I cry out as my overheated, overstimulated flesh makes contact with the blanket below me. Gripping my hips hard, Bash lifts me to my knees before plunging three fingers into my dripping body causing me to convulse with pleasure, crying out for him. Pulling his fingers from me, I hear him licking them clean. It is the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever heard.
I feel the head of his hard cock slide through my sex, coating himself in my wetness. In one solid thrust, he is inside me, all the way to his pelvis. He pushes into me so fully, I can feel him hitting bottom and I hiss out a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” he whispers to the skin between my shoulder blades, before he begins thrusting into me hard and fast. I quiver beneath him, my body begging for release from this torture of standing on the edge. With him fucking me this hard, all I can do is hold on.
Moving his hand between my thighs, he rubs hard circles against me while his thrusts never slow. My body sings with pleasure, craving to fall over the edge warming me. As his pounding becomes more erratic, his ministrations become smaller, tighter, harder causing my nerve endings to fire rapidly as I begin my descent over the cliff. I shake,tremble, scream out in pleasure. My upper body collapses, absolutely shattered under him.
His breath comes out in pants, him grinding against me as he holds my hips aloft.
His body goes rigid. “Fuck, baby. Elina,fuck.” His gasped exclamations are followed by him exploding in a whispered huff of air as he comes, falling across my back as we both press against the mattress. Wrapping his arm around my stomach, his body melded to mine, he withdraws, both of us hissing from the overstimulation of the movement.
He lays sweet kisses into my hair as he pulls my blindfold off.
Later that week, sitting on the banks of the Mississippi with my mate beside me, I gaze out over the water. The freedom of an infinite life stretched out before me, I look over my shoulder at the imposing boundary. Bash was willing to burn Ville de Sang to free me from the clutches of a madman if that’s what it took. Refusing to allow fear of Nicolas to control me, I have retaken my life, my future, and I will not be afraid.
Glancing over at his contented face and relaxed body, I frown. I realized I am willing to do a lot more than that to free my people from the prison my new family has created for them. Before, I didn’t have the power to help anyone, not even myself. But now?
I smile.
The End.
