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“So beautiful,” Raskyuil growled.
His eyes slit with desire, nostrils flaring, and his lips parted, baring his teeth slightly as he drew in ragged breaths. He was obviously as aroused as her, and his eyelids fluttered with a moan when her pussy gripped his fingers as another orgasm rolled through her.
MaryAnne made an impatient sound in her throat as she strained against him. She needed more. It wasn’t enough. She wasn’t full enough. It wasn’t easing the fire climbing rapidly through her.
“No more,” she muttered, twisting his palm anchoring her hips. “I don’t want your fingers.”
His smile returned, and his eyes glittered down at her lustfully. “What is it that you want, little one?” He pinched her clit, and she choked in surprise as a tiny tremor rippled through her pussy, drawing out a fresh flood of arousal.
“You.”
He cocked his head, his smile widening. “You have me. Your little cunt has had my tongue, and my fingers, and I’ve immensely enjoyed the way you have clenched and spasmed around them. So perhaps you can be more specific in telling me what you want?”
She eyed him. Was he serious?
“You know what I want,” she growled at him, and he gave her clit another sharp tweak so that she threw back her head on a strangled moan.
“I do. But I want the words, my little mate. You have to ask for it so that I know that this is what you want. There is no turning back from this,” he rumbled, his brows rising with emphasis.
“That’s really sweet,” she panted, her body quivering as he ran a thumb along her folds to circle her clit and dragged it back down again. “But we both know that this is inevitable. You’ve said so yourself.”
He shrugged and slid his hand up her belly to her breast. He cupped it, his fingers smoothing over it before narrowing to her nipple. He gave it a gentle pluck as he caught her clit between his knuckles and tugged, and she arched in response, her eyes rolling back in her head. He was trying to kill her, but she wasn’t sure what was going to do the job first—the pleasure of his prolonged torture or the feverish lust consuming her. She was certain that it was the ointment’s fault. It left her pussy tingling inside and out.
Easing ointment her ass. It didn’t ease anything and only thrust her into an inferno of desire.
“Maybe so, but I would like to hear it from your lips,” he rumbled. “I want you to share with me freely what you need. There is no room for embarrassment or shyness. I will always provide.” He paused, his head cocking in consideration. “Unless it is another’s cock. Then I will simply rut you until you forget that you desired such a thing.”
MaryAnne made a choking sound in disbelief. He really thought she would want more than the monster between his thighs? She shook her head and held back her laughter. Clearly he misinterpreted her reaction, however, because he tweaked her nipple and clit at the same time, sharply, making her shriek with the pleasure-pain of it as he loomed in close.
“I do not jest in this,” he growled, his brow furrowing into an angry sneer. “You are mine and I am yours, wholly. Trolls are not ones to share.”
Raising her head, she glared back at him. “Good,” she snapped, “because I don’t share either, so if you want to keep your dick attached to you then you’ll follow your own advice.”
His lips quirked in a pleased smile as if she’d just offered him everything you could possibly want. She snorted quietly to herself at the thought. Apparently an involuntary unmanning should his gaze wander was true romance to him.
Leaning forward a bit more, his tongue lapped at her nipple before circling it and drawing it into his mouth. Her breath exploded out of her at the erotic tug on her breast as his fingers continued to play against her sex, and she began to wind once tighter and tighter as the empty ache spread deeper within her. He was bringing her to the pinnacle… and then stopped.
She blinked rapidly up at him, her breath dragging in and out of her in sharp pants, to find him watching her expectantly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she groaned, dropping her head back onto the pillow. “Your dick. I want your dick in me now.”
His gaze darkened with lust, and he moved, settling his bulk between her legs. The heat of his cock slipped back and forth along her sex, gathering her slick with every pass as he rocked against her before notching the tip of his cock at her entrance, a feral smile stretching his dark lips.
“As you wish,” he rasped, and flexed his hips, pressing his cock into her.
The stretch of her pussy around the head and shaft invading her made her choke on the breath she tried to take, her entire body going taut all at once even as it instinctively sought to rise up and meet him. He held her in place, though, his grip tightening on her even as his muscles quivered with his restraint as he slipped further and further into her body.
His cock was still pressing into her when her climax hit her, and MaryAnne cried out, her hips jerking upward even as he slid deeper. He moaned loudly and she trembled beneath him, riding out her pleasure as her channel repeatedly gripped him, drawing him exquisitely deeper yet. He didn’t fight it, but pressed deeper yet and his cock jerked, releasing a hot spray within her before giving one last hard thrust that drove his shaft deeper as their pelvises met. Raskyuil rocked in place, grinding against her, his hand dropping between them to tease her clit even though it brushed his groin tantalizingly with every forward movement of his hips.
A growl left him, and his cock jerked in her again with another spray of heat before withdrawing almost to the tip of the head before slamming in again. MaryAnne’s arms looped around him, as much as she could possibly manage, her fingernails clawing at him as his hips snapped, thrusting into her. The pressure built within her as his pace quickened.
Craning her head back, she looked up into his face, and his dark eyes blazed down at her. His lip curled, lust stamped starkly across his face, his moans bursting from between his lips to interrupt the steady thrum of his growl. She felt his tail slide over her belly, flicking over her feverish skin. The touch was gentle in contrast to their heavy pants breaking through the air and the frenzied slap of their bodies.
He gripped her jaw with one hand, holding her still as his mouth slanted over hers for his kiss, his tongue delving between her lips. She kissed him back, sucking on his tongue as she met him thrust to thrust, the need within her growing to a fever pitch. She was almost there. She could feel the siren song of her release rising, harder and more urgent than ever. Her body shook with it, flushing with the need flaming higher through her.
Raskyuil moaned against her mouth and sat up, drawing her with him so that her butt was practically in his lap. His other hand that had been curled around her jaw just moments ago now gripped her to him, his tail circling around her waist as he rocked wildly into her.
MaryAnne dug her fingers into the bedding, crying out as her pleasure wound tighter and tighter. He grunted with every thrust now, rutting into her, his claws pricking her flesh just enough to sting. She could feel his cock swelling, and it almost seemed to get even harder as it was driven into her, stoking her pleasure higher with every desperate thrust.
