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He slams into me, and I give him exactly what he wants…again. With his continued, hard thrusts, my screams come out louder, my body feeling overwhelmed with the orgasm that crashes over me. I can feel myself spasming around him, desperate for his cock not to leave me. Then, my scream begins to break, turning into whimpers, really. He groans like the sound is music to his ears. His grunts and groans are music to mine, telling me just how close he is to losing control himself.
He sits up, holding my thighs apart and then giving me one punishing thrust after another. I am nothing but a writhing body, hands gripping the dirt, and mouth releasing needy sounds. A long, deep groan leaves him, and his thrusts become quick and jerky as his hands turn bruising on my thighs. The loss of those red globes above me tells me he’s closed his eyes as he comes inside of me.
“Keri, my Keri,” he sighs while beginning to slow down.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I ask, the anger back in my voice now that I'm fully realizing what I've just done.
“Because it's what you are,” he simply says.
He pulls out of me slowly, and I hate that he seems just as reluctant to leave me as I am for him to.
What the hell are you talking about?My mind shouts at me.You should be so ashamed of what you just did.
I’m not, though. And that's the most confusing part. I know I should be, but I don't feel ashamed. I feel…good. But I can't. I can't allow myself to. Can't possibly let this happen again. Can't even let him think for a second that I will welcome him inside of me again.
I try to push him away, but a moment after my palm makes contact with his skin, his hand is around my wrist. He must stand because the angle changes upward, sharply, then he's pulling me until I have to get to my own two feet. I yelp as my feet are swept off the ground and he brings me across his body, cradling me like I am truly his.
“Put me down!” I scream, beating at his chest.
It doesn't affect him in the slightest as he begins walking. My fear returns in an instant, thinking this is when he kills me, probably taking me to some damn altar down here to chop my foolish head off. All I can really do is curse myself as he walks me to what I’m sure is my end, because I'm dumb enough to have his cum leaking out of me while he does it.
“You bastard!” I shout, other cruel names flying from my mouth as he keeps going and going.
Then, he moves me, so I'm chest to chest with him. I try to straighten my legs, but his hands are tight on my thighs, hiking them up on his waist. With my hands free though, I reach forward, grabbing for anything. One hand grips a fistful of hair and the other a horn. I pull on them both, wanting to hear a grunt of pain. What I hear instead is a groan.
“All that does is make me want to fuck you again,” he tells me, huskily.
I hurry to let go of both, even though a part of me doesn't want to. How can I want him again? When I just had him. When I have no idea what's happening right now. When I could be seconds away from my death. How twisted am I?
“At least let me walk to my death,” I say low. “With some fucking dignity.”
“You're not dying.”
Not right now, anyway, my mind adds for him.
“Where are you taking me, then?”
“Right here.”
I cry out as we fall sideways, but a second later, my side is met with cool, soft…sheets? What the hell? Is this a bed? He has a bed in a cavern? I imagined some horrifying monster sleeping right in the dirt, or on rocks or something. He keeps us just the way we are, our chests pressed together. With his height, his legs are far longer than mine, so my feet are against his knees. I push on his chest, but his arms only tighten around me.
“You'll not sleep any other way than this, so stop fighting and get some rest.”
“You won't even let me choose how to sleep?” I seethe.
A pause, then a simple, “No.”
I go through all the ways I could get out of this position. Jolt my head up into his chin that's resting on my hair, bite him, or even try to knee him in the cock again, but wouldn't it be better to just wait until he goes to sleep and escape his hold? Only, while I'm waiting for him to go to sleep, my own eyelids become heavy, and my blinks get longer and longer.
You will not fall asleep in some monster's arms, my mind reprimands me.
I snap my eyes open, and command myself to stay awake. Stay alert. But it's hard in total darkness. With his heartbeat lulling me to sleep. And his body is warm and comforting. My eyelids lower again, and refuse to open this time. I've lost this fight.
Chapter 6
My mate is in my arms, her scent filling my nostrils, her taste still lingering on my tongue. Her heart beats a steady rhythm against my chest, each one of her exhales tickling my neck. Her mouth is open a little in her sleep and even that I find beautiful. Right along with her wild hair, and the dirt that's fallen from her back in her sleep, carried with us from where we fucked in the tunnel.
Just thinking of fucking her has me growing hard again. I haven't slept at all, only watched her and replayed every single kiss and touch from the tunnel. I have imagined, dreamt, so many times about what it would feel like when I finally got to be with her, inside of her, my tongue licking through her wetness. Not a single fantasy lived up to the real thing. Of how it would feel when I finally got to hold her while she slept, and watch her dreams play out in her mind. Only, she's having a nightmare, and not only does it sadden me, but the visions plague me, making me worried for reasons she couldn't even know.
