Page 34 of Elusive Mate

“Yes, Zenya.” The purr deepened into a growled command.

She fumbled with the buttons, trying to pull her hands away when she could feel his hard cock throbbing against them. Lucian growled again and brought her hands back to his fly.

“Now, my mate. This will go easier for you if you don’t argue with me. As it is, my control is limited at best. It is time we were one.”

Finally, she had the fly open, and his cock sprang free. He wasn’t wearing any kind of underwear, and she was confronted with a large hard cock with a bulbous head that was leaking precum.

“I don’t want this.”

“Yes, you do,” he purred. “Almost as much as I do.”

“How can you want this when you know I don’t?”

“Because we both know that you do.” He placed his crooked finger under her chin and raised her eyes to him. “I can’t wait to feel your climax spasm along my cock as I thrust into you. You will submit to my possession, and I will revel in your surrender. I long to feel your nails rake my back as you writhe beneath me in ecstasy.”

He made it sound all too easy, and there were several parts of her that wanted to believe.

“I won’t,” she whispered.

“You will,” he assured her.

“I don’t want to be.”

“But you are, and come morning, the claiming bite on your neck will mark you as such.”

He shucked off his jeans and now stood as naked as she was. He had the most beautiful body, and she couldn’t resist the urge to trace his sculpted pecs, the washboard abs and the deep hip notches that pointed to the massive cock that seemed to almost reach his navel. He had yet to really caress her and already her nipples were beaded and painful to the touch. The butterflies that swirled deep in her belly were moving down to tingle and tease her most feminine places—churning in her pussy and causing her clitoris to swell.

“No,” she whispered again, knowing it was futile and hating herself that she didn’t want him to stop.

“Yes,” he murmured as he placed one hand behind her shoulders and another at the back of her knees, lifting her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest as he left the closet and then her room and took her to his bed.

He set her on her feet before turning back the sheets and then lifting her, placing her in the middle of the large bed. He followed her down, covering her with his body, forcing her thighs apart so he could settle himself between them. She could feel his rampant cock seeking her entrance.

In desperation she began to try and punch him, but they were in too close quarters for her hits to be anything but ineffective. Being pinned beneath him negated any power she might have put behind the blows and diminished her ability to inflict any harm. His eyes flashed with feral lust as he grasped her wrists in his hand, pulling her arms over and reaching into the side table to extract a length of leather. Even with her struggling, he managed to bind her wrists and secure them to the headboard.

Once he had her secure, his mouth descended, planting a fiery kiss on her mouth before he moved down to her breast—teasing, nipping and then suckling her nipple. One hand played with the other breast and the other slid down between them, finding her swollen clit and teasing it with light feathery touches, circling around it before tugging at it, pinching it, and then pressing down.

Her body was betraying her. She couldn’t seem to make it do what she wanted, and she moaned with a pleasure she had only guessed at before. She might tell herself and anyone willing to listen that she didn’t want this, but her body wanted him in a way she had never dreamed possible. And once he had claimed her, he would be able to force her vows from her or just disregard that convention altogether and keep her as his own. She continued to try and struggle, but even she knew there was no conviction to the fight. She wanted him, and she wanted him with every fiber of her being. Her body’s surrender to his impending dominant possession was every bit as devastating as it was unstoppable.

Her nipples were stiff and beaded; wet desire gathered and pooled between her thighs. She could feel her pussy softening, ripening, making itself ready for the enormous cock that was poised at the entrance to her core. When her gaze caught his, all she could see was a primal, feral lust, reflected back at her. His eyes deepened from their normal ice blue color to that of a stormy sea.

He continued to play with her body in the same way a skilled musician played a priceless Stradivarius. He boldly caressed her body in a way she had never even thought to do, giving her a level of pleasure she had never experienced before. Her hips began to undulate of their own accord in the same rhythm with which he suckled her breasts.

“Lucian, please,” she mewled.

She no longer knew if she was pleading with him to stop or to continue on to the natural conclusion of this interlude. She cried out as two of his fingers penetrated her, roughly mimicking what she knew he planned to do with his cock. He took her to the edge and then held back, probing more shallowly than she wanted him to. She was disappointed and becoming frustrated and angry when he didn’t continue so that she could reach climax.

“Patience, my love. Soon you will feel my hard cock breach your virgin pussy. Then you will come for me repeatedly until I release my hot cum into you to bathe your ravaged pussy with its soothing warmth.”

Lucian took her mouth in a hungry kiss as he reached beneath her, grasping the globes of her ass as he made himself at home between her thighs. She felt the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her core only seconds before he gave a single, powerful thrust, driving himself up into her fully and forever tearing the fragile membrane that had once guarded her virginity. Zenya screamed into his mouth as he entered her, the unbearable combination of pleasure and pain forcing her to climax.

“Shh,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. “That’s the worst of it. From now until forever I will bring you such pleasure that all that will remain of this night is a joyous memory of the first time I possessed you.”

Slowly, he began to rock within her—pushing forward and then pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside her. The pain began to recede and was replaced with a marvelous feeling of well-being as they rode the waves of her orgasm. As he had promised, her body responded to his possession—her pussy quivered and trembled along his length as ripples of sensual feeling washed over her. Her body shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. Her overly sensitized nipples remained swollen and the hair on his chest continued to stimulate them as he thrust in and out of her.

She felt the second climax sneaking up on her only moments before it flashed over and within her, causing her pussy to clamp down hard and Lucian to groan in pleasure as he growled contentedly in her ear.

“Come again for me, Zenya,” he purred as he reached up with one hand and released her bonds.

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