Page 153 of Tempting Fate

With each thrust, he eased further inside, stretching me, coaxing me with a low, rumbling purr until I took every inch of him for the very first time.

So. Fucking. Full.

Above the base of his dick, something latched onto my clit and pulsed.

White light seared my vision. I cried out as everything shattered, grinding myself on him, rocking my hips, chasing another orgasm as that magical part of him moulded to my clit and sucked me into bliss.

He whimpered as he rocked inside me. When he drew back, pulling off my clit with a pop, I clawed at him with weak hands. “Get that back here. Now.”

He obeyed with an anguished moan. “Please, Marni, I need to come.”

“Not until—” Another wave crashed over me, dragging me under, my pussy clamping down on his granite length.

His beads swelled and ebbed.

All I could do was shudder in their wake, but I took a heaving breath. “Are you on the edge, baby?”

“You know I am,” he gritted out.

“Greedy boys have to let their mates come first, don’t they?”

“You already did,” he whined. “How many times?”

“As many as I want.”

His whimpers battled with growls, and he held himself so very still, his fingers digging into my hips with the effort. Flashes of light darted along his writhing headspines in a beautiful cascade.

Watching his fierce kri’ith side war with his shaa ki’tsi instincts sent heat pulsing through my core.

So perfect. So mine.

Airida trembled with the strain of keeping still. “Please. Please let me fuck you.”

Another orgasm washed over my oversensitive clit, a floating, subtle pleasure both exquisite and almost too much to bear. “Do it,” I gasped. “Fuck me. Fill me up. I want to feel you come.”

Airida surged into me, chasing his own pleasure, rutting me until his beads swelled fully and locked him inside.

I shuddered as they stretched me, as I felt his cum coat my walls, jet after jet pulsing into me while my lover’s snarls and moans filled the small chamber with echoing harmonies.

He slumped forwards, spent. “My moonlight. How do things keep getting better? I never could have dreamed…”

Tell me about it, kitten.

“I love being trapped inside you.”

“I love it too.” Being filled, being joined, everything so exquisitely sensitive in the best possible way.

He stroked me, his touch filled with reverence, a slow, tender caress.

We revelled in the shared afterglow until his dick softened, and he drew out with exquisite slowness.

He stared between my legs, lips parted. “Imani,” he breathed, “this is so beautiful. Look how open your cunt is, with my seed dripping on the moss…” He traced my folds with a gentle finger. “But I like it better here.” He scooped some up and pushed two fingers inside me. “I like you being filled with my seed. Look how it flows out over my fingers, and—” He pressed inside again.

I shuddered, oversensitive, weak as the kitten I always called him.

After a few minutes, he sighed, fingers deep inside me. “Shall I clean you up?” He slicked his tongue out of his mouth. Best kitten.

Despite deserving to sleep for a year, my clit twitched. “Yes. Cleaning only.” Another orgasm might actually kill me.