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There was something sinful about pleasuring myself before a witness. The reserved—not to say prudish—side of me was shouting for me to stop and cover myself. But the naughty side of me was relishing giving in to my desires. The hungry way Keran devoured me with his stormy eyes spurred me on. I’d never felt more beautiful, or more sexy than in this instant. I wanted him crazy with lust, to make him lose that wretched self-control that made him deny me what I craved.
In my best impression of what I assumed to be an exotic dancer’s performance, I caressed myself in a slow and lascivious way while gyrating on the bed. I alternated between rubbing my clit and dipping my fingers inside me. Pleasure coiled within, stirred by my touch, Keran’s hand on me, and his intense voyeurism. I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist. But right this instant, I loved showing off for my man… forthisman.
On instinct, I pulled my hand away from my sex, brought the two fingers glistening with my arousal to my face, and put them in my mouth. The bestial sound that rose from Keran’s throat as I slowly licked my own essence had my inner walls spasming in a frenzy.
I never got to resume touching myself again as Keran lunged at me.
My startled yelp died in a throaty, drawn-out moan when he buried his face between my thighs. Keran didn’t tease or fool around but went straight for the prize. With his thick lips wrapped around my little nub, he licked and sucked me with a greed that quickly had me cresting. I hissed with blissful gratitude when his fingers found their way inside me again.
This time, he immediately inserted three of them, scissoring them in and out of me at a faster pace and with more strength than previously. At a subconscious level, I understood that he was preparing me to receive him as well as assessing my responses to him. But I didn’t care. He had already given me one orgasm and had me on a first-class ride to a second one as my inner walls greedily clenched around his fingers.
Liquid fire coursed through me, and my legs began to shake with my impending release. I fisted Keran’s hair with both hands and lifted my pelvis for even greater contact with his mouth feasting on me and his hand fucking me. Incoherent words spilled out of me, alternating between pleas for him not to stop and praises for how good it felt.
My orgasm crashed into me with sudden violence. I shouted his name, my back arching as I threw my head back against the bed. I vaguely felt Keran pressing his palm on my stomach to force me back down as he continued to lick and suck on my clit. Wave upon wave of pleasure swelled within me, sweeping me away in a maelstrom of sensations. I felt hot and cold at once, my skin tingling as if I was about to lose consciousness or have an out-of-body experience.
Only my hands still viciously fisting Keran’s hair and the searing heat of his mouth on my core kept me anchored to reality. As I started coming back down, I realized he had relinquished my clit. I suddenly felt cold and bereft when he moved away from me. Half-dazed, it took me a moment to understand that he’d paused to put on a condom.
A wave of shame swept over me. As a female—and especially a hybrid—I should have been the one to think of this. While I had a contraceptive implant, it wouldn’t work with a Braxian, pureblood or otherwise. Our male’s semen could override most contraceptives and manipulate a female’s endocrine system to force her body into a heightened reproductive state which could accept his seed and increase the chances of conception.
But Keran swiftly rejoining me on the bed chased away those thoughts. His mouth and hands explored every inch of my body with a brutal possessiveness that had my toes curling with an equal measure of fear and excitement. It was becoming obvious that Keran wasn’t the gentle lover type. I’d never really considered it something I’d be interested in, but that prospect with the Prince had me throbbing with need.
His increasingly rough touch seemed to confirm my assumptions. Keran was assessing my tolerance level. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it with increasing intensity until it started flirting with a wondrous mix of pleasure-pain. I yielded to him, my blissful moans urging him to push on.
He kissed and bit his way up my chest then to my neck before he reclaimed my mouth. His kiss was brutal, dominant, demanding my complete surrender. For a reason I couldn’t explain, the need to challenge him surged through me. No sooner did I start trying to take control of the kiss than Keran’s large hand wrapped around my neck. He squeezed hard enough to constrict my airway, but not to the point of fully choking me.
To my dismay, my pulse picked up, and each heartbeat seemed to echo directly in my engorged clit while I felt myself getting even wetter. Worse still, an insane little voice at the back of my head was shouting for him to squeeze even more tightly. The masochist part of me—I didn’t even know existed—almost continued to challenge his dominance to see how much rougher he would get.
When I yielded, Keran slightly stiffened. A million thoughts flashed through my mind in seconds. Was he disappointed I hadn’t pushed the experiment further? Was he debating whether to pursue the punishment even though I had conceded? Did he fear he’d turned me off or frightened me?
His touch suddenly becoming gentler convinced me he was likely thinking he’d hurt or scared me. I wanted him to unleash his beast on me and go all out. On instinct, I raked my nails down his back while pressing my chest against his. Keran hissed against my lips, his body jerking in my arms. For a split second, I feared I’d been too rough. My heart sank when he broke the kiss to look at me.
“Do that again,” he urged in a hushed voice thick with desire.
My inner walls clenched, and my nipples ached in response to his lustful tone. I gladly complied and clawed his back once more with a bit more force, but still nowhere near hard enough to break skin. Keran emitted a growling moan, a tremor coursing through him.
“Again,” he commanded while hooking an arm behind my right leg, spreading me open for him.
I once more obeyed, but didn’t stop this time, alternating between clawing at his back, caressing him to soothe the sting, and pulling at his hair. Judging by his response, Keran definitely loved a bit of pain. Simultaneously, he began rubbing his length against my core, coating himself with my essence.
My stomach quivered, and I started throbbing again, knowing that any minute now, he would finally give me what I craved. However, the wretched man didn’t seem in any rush. He continued to rub against me until I started pleading for him to take me before I went insane with need.
“I love the way you beg me,” Keran whispered against my lips. “Before the night is over, you’ll be begging for me to stop.”
Far from scaring me, his threat only turned me on further. Even him starting to push himself inside me and my body fiercely fighting his invasion didn’t douse my arousal. His cock was massive. Despite how wet he’d gotten me and his efforts at stretching me, Keran was forced to work his way in with shallow thrusts while my body played hard to get.
My brain struggled to process the sensations coursing through me. The burn of his cock trying to sink into me was dampened by the erogenous nerve endings under my inner linings perking up under the pressure. I’d never felt so stretched and yet couldn’t wait to have all of him inside. Just as the masochist in me was rearing its head again, wishing Keran would just force himself in with one powerful thrust and get it over with, my body finally yielded.
Keran’s throaty grunt mixed with my hiss of pleasure-pain. Goddess, he was filling me to the brim… if not to bursting. I dug my nails into his back and closed my eyes, while waiting for my body to adjust to his girth. Despite the tension that stiffened him, no doubt as he struggled to rein himself in, Keran showered me with praises and words of encouragement while peppering soft kisses over my face.
At last, my inner walls started convulsing around his cock, signaling that I was finally ready for some action. Keran didn’t have to be told twice. He started rocking in and out of me with slow and careful thrusts. His gray eyes, almost black from lust, locked with mine as he studied my reaction. There was something incredibly sexy about the tension on his face. He looked almost in pain from overwhelming pleasure and the strain of staying in control not to harm me.
But in no time, I gripped the round globes of his behind with both hands and started lifting my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust. Heeding my signal, Keran picked up the pace, taking me deeper, harder, and faster.
Goddess! I thought I would die of bliss. Each stroke of his thick cock rubbed every single one of my erogenous nerve endings, driving me insane. It felt like each thrust injected me with a shot of liquid ecstasy directly in my core, which then radiated outward, setting my skin ablaze.
An endless string of moans flowed out of me, interspersed with little gasps and shouts as Keran unleashed his passion on me. Although it was merely an illusion, his cock felt as if it was growing thicker and longer as he started pounding into me. The world around us vanished. The burning heat of his hard body wrapped around me, his length pummeling my cervix, his mouth voraciously claiming mine, and his hands handling me with just the right level of gentle brutality became the center of my universe.
There was no beginning, no end, just endless pleasure that threatened to destroy me physically and mentally. Yet, if he stopped, I would surely die and lose whatever shred of sanity I had left.
