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“Guide me into you.”
Panting, she tries to do as I ask and not even halfway down she pops out a breathless, “I’m d...done, I t...think.”
She’s not even anywhere near done but I can feel her snapping around me and she squirms in my arms but I’ve only tickled her virginity. And I need to claim all of it.
“Tsk...,” I hiss, “you’re not yet fully mine.” Cupping her breasts, I twist her nipples and I can feel the tenderness in her body, the maturity and ripeness and she’s so damn ready to be saturated. “Take me deeper.”
“Xerxes,” she whimpers and the wriggling moves she makes on me, almost get me to spill before its time and clenching my jaw, I pull her farther down, slowly and she pants before crying out when she slams into me. Her body instinctively jerks forward, unused to the fullness and she moans so loud, I need to clasp my hand over her mouth and her breath wets my palm. Fuck, she’s weteverywhere. I can never let anything separate me from this girl, I’ve bonded to her, our bodies have become one, our hearts beating as one and I grit my teeth.
Her whole body is attuned with mine, her legs laced around mine as if she’s worried she’ll fall off me but I’m holding her tightly, my hands clutching her like the prize that she is.
There’s a need to possess her that makes me want to overthrow her, lose all control and pump into her until dawn and keep doing it until I see the physical evidence in her body. Until I see her growing bigger and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop then, so turned on by the idea that steam comes out of my ears. I worship her for her ability to create life for me, for her ability to feel so perfect around me that the corners of my eyes get wet.
This little foreign girl has me turned inside out and I feel so fuckingrawfor her that I shudder.
“Does it hurt?” I whisper against her neck and she shakes her head.
“Not anymore. Your’re being g...gentle.”
For now...because I’m controlling myself but I don’t know for how long I’ll be able to keep it up. I already feel myself cracking at the seams, the need to have her impaled on me burning inside of me like a scorching sun. It’ll fucking flay me if I don’t do something about it and I kiss her spine, causing her to arch and purr and I inhale the smell of her hair and it drives me mad. I dissolve into her, into her generous and giving body and being inside of her feels better than sinking into a warm bath. Everything bad and ugly melts away and there’s only her beauty and her light. It guides me like a beacon, coaxing its finger, begging me to flood her until her small pussy looks like it’s been dipped in foam.
Sucking on her neck, I clasp her body and slide her on me until she grows so excited that I feel her rippling on me and with a groan, I turn her around until I’m behind her. I push her head down into my sheets and she turns to the side, her mouth opening in a silky moan that shoots straight to my heart. Her eyes flutter, her nipples growing red and erect and they chafe against the bed every time I give a pump with my hips.
It makes her spread her legs wider and I squeeze her hip, to praise her before grabbing a hold of the delicate chain around her waist and she gasps when I pull her closer into me. I’m the master of her little curves now, growing frantic at the thought of flooding her and I pump sharper and deeper, needing to lose myself in her, needing her to accept everything I give her.
She spasms, her head moving around in the bed as if she’s growing frantic and her body flops the harder I smacker and then everything turns into a blur. We cease to exist, our fucking the only thing that matters, our connection deep and carnal and animalistic.
We’re good together. We’re so fucking good together.
It’s enough to break me and I know I’ve fallen for her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have marked her, otherwise I wouldn’t have been so intent on binding her to me. The penetration of her feels incredible, staggering and there is no female other than her. Her face is the only one that makes my chest squeeze, her mouth the only mouth I want to kiss. The sight of her sprawled on my bed, burns into my mind and I know this will be the memory I’ll return to whenever I’m out in the desert with my men, missing the hell out of my woman.
“When I come in you, you will be mine,” I growl, my neck arching from the pleasure slamming into me and she whimpers in agreement. No protests, from her because my woman always keeps herself open to me and this moment...this moment is worth more than there are grains of sand in the desert.
“Yes...,” Kenna pants. “Whatever you want...whatever you need...please...”
Her begging little mewl, mercilessly shoves me off the brink, my teeth clenching while she moans, twitching and she drains me like her body has an agenda. Same agenda as my own body has and I spill deep into her womb, burying myself until she lets out a little sound of shock. Probably didn’t think she could take me so well.
But my woman can. My woman of wonder can do anything I demand from her. Her body sings from my claiming when I pull away, her skin shuddering and she has a staggering expression in her eyes. I clasp her to me tightly, feeling a flash of satisfaction when she throws her leg over me and lets me cup her mound, to make sure what I just gave her safely stays tucked within her. I kiss her head and temples and I can feel her smiling against me.
Stroking her hair, I pull a strand to my nose and as pleased as I am with her, this isn’t enough. I need more from her. Need to hear words from her that I know will be the ones reinforcing what we are. There are other better men, lawful men who would be eager to love her but I’ll kill anyone who tries.
She has shaped herself into me, owning that thing that sits in my chest and beats for her and I’m not even sure she knows it. Before she falls asleep I whisper in her ear that I love her and she drowsily looks up at me with her eyes hooded.
“What does that mean?” she asks because I didn’t say it in English. I shake my head, keeping it to myself and with a sigh she falls asleep, while my whole body pounds, my only comfort is knowing she’s mine and that a part of me is already growing inside of her.
Bliss. I’m in the midst of bliss, I haven’t even deserved but fuck, am I going to fight both tooth and nail to keep it.
8.
Kenna
I’m buzzing with excitement as I sit at Xerxes desk, tapping my foot against the leg but then again I’ve been non-stop excited for the three days I’ve been here with him. This is the first time he’s left the tent, said there could be a potential issue with the weather and that they needed to prepare but other than that he’s barely left my side. We’re practically glued to each other like two love notes and nothing will ever scissor us apart.
He’s so careful with me and so attentive. If there’s anything I need, he makes sure to get it and yesterday when I expressed a sudden desire for warm milk, he lit a fire where he could boil it much to his men’s dismay who complained that he was raising the temperature but he just told them to suck it up. Well, he didn’t say it exactly like that but it’s what he meant. I come first to him, before his men, even before himself and with a smile I let out a sigh. For the first time ever, this girl doesn’t feel like a jinx but pretty lucky!
Leaning forward, I narrow my eyes, muttering, “Oh, come on...” I’ve been trying to get the computer going for several hours now. Xerxes said I shouldn’t bother because this thing rarely works but in my line of work technical difficulties are a normal pain in the butt. I let out a quick squeal when I get a connection.
Finally!
