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"Please, Henry! Please!" I beg him.
"God, you're so wet," he murmurs as he begins to kiss his way down my neck and over my shoulders. He trails his lips over my collarbone and the exposed swell of my breast.
"I don't know if I can go slow, my love." His voice is ragged as he yanks down the top of my dress to reveal the aching rosebuds of my breasts. He takes one into his mouth, suckling it, and I arch up into him, pressing my breasts up into his mouth, offering myself to him. The sensation is like there's a live wire connecting my nipple to that little bundle of nerves in between my legs because I feel the sensation register down there as much as it does on my breast.
God, I don't ever want him to stop. Everywhere his fingers touch, everywhere his mouth lands, feels so decadently good. If you could die of pleasure, I'd be dead now.
"I don't want you to go slow," I tell him honestly. I feel like I'm going to combust at any minute. The need I have for him is an all-consuming thing. It demands reparation.Now."I just want you to take me, have me completely. Now!" My voices comes out in a high whine at the urgency I feel.
Henry swears, and then I feel him hastening to unbuckle his breeches. He pulls them down just enough to free his massive erection. I barely get a glimpse of the swollen purple head bobbing in the air between us before I feel it prodding at the hole between my thighs.
I clamp my hands onto Henry's arms, anticipation lighting my every nerve ending.
"Mine!" Henry grits out between clenched teeth as he pushes up into me hard, claiming me in one swift motion.
I scream, letting out a keening sound as my hymen gives way to the invasion of his swollen flesh.
He swears again as he settles deep within my slick channel and holds himself still, his hard rod pulsing within me in time to the beating of our hearts.
"Britney, my love," he stutters out as if it's taking everything within him to remain still. I can feel the tautness of his muscles beneath my hands, and the muscles in his neck are bulging too. His jaw is hard, and his eyes are dark and wild with lust when he gazes down at me with such possession it takes my breath away.
I feel his pain. I feel like I'm going to die if we don't move, so I take the initiative and begin rocking my hips against him.
"Christ Almighty," he grits out, sweat breaking out on his forehead, before he takes over and begins slamming his hips against me over and over again.
I feel his long rod stroking in and out of me, creating this delicious friction that has every nerve ending snapping and crackling to life.
I wrap my arms and legs as far around him as I can get them and hold on tight as he rides me. He ruts into me in a tango as old as time itself.
And it's glorious.
I've never felt more complete than I do in this moment. This isn't just sex. This is something spiritual. We're worshiping each other, ascending into something greater than we are on our own.
I feel this intense pressure building within me right behind my belly button. Then Henry's length and girth somehow gets impossibly longer and thicker within me.
"Henry!" I call out his name in half question, half begging. I don't really know.
"Yes, my love. I'm right there with you," he encourages me. "Let go. Give it to me."
He ruts into me one more time, hard and deep. Something bursts deep within me. I scream while he roars, and then our mouths are falling on each other's necks as we both bite down simultaneously.
The taste of his blood hitting my tongue at the same time I feel mine coursing into his mouth along with the spasming and convulsing of our bodies together sends me into a mindless, endless orgasm unlike anything I could have ever imagined. Granted, I've never had an orgasm before, but something tells me that this is more than any simple orgasm. This is the ultimate pleasure of being completely fated to your mate, and I'm wondering now why I fought it so hard.
We eventually lick each other's necks gently as we come down from our euphoria and float back to earth.
I open my eyes to see Henry's golden eyes glowing down at me with the look of a satisfied tiger.
I smile up at him, and he smiles back at me lazily before he rolls onto his side and pulls me into his arms.
He strokes my hair back from my face and lifts my chin up to softly press his lips against mine once again.
He kisses me tenderly this time, languidly taking my lips in his own, and I can feel the love pouring from his mouth into mine.
"I told you so, little one," he tells me smugly.
I look up at him quizzically with a raised eyebrow.
His mouth tugs into a wide grin, and his eyes twinkle down at me mischievously as he elaborates, "I told you you'd succumb to me by the end of this night."
I laugh and slap at his chest playfully before burrowing my head against him.
I feel his laugh rumble throughout his big chest, and I've never felt more at home than I do in this moment.
"I love you, Britney," his husky voice whispers before I feel him drop a kiss on the top of my head.
My heart swells. "I love you too, Henry," I confess the words and feel them settle in my soul where they burn like a roaring fire.
Where they'll burn for centuries to come.
