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Each intoxicating stroke was met with a groan to accompany his pleasure, as he surprised me when he selfishly brought his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

Cillian’s face and body, flushed and covered in sweat, sat in silence for a moment, as he held me tight in the moment it took to catch his breath. Thinking this a moment of weakness for him, I reached to wrap my arms around his shoulders, but was met with pinning my arms to the bed. An unreadable exchange between us through locked eyes made me fear for the worst, but all he did was kiss his way down to my center again, until his tongue met my pussy for the third time.

Coherent thoughts wouldn’t even form. I was just a prisoner being held down by his desire to have me his way. Gratitude didn’t even come close to how I felt that he was taking it easy on me. Cillian didn’t use his tongue aggressively like he might if licking my pussy was all he had time for.

Feathery licks and a gentle mouth catered to me, in just the right way that my body relaxed and just surrendered to the tender strokes of his tongue. Watching the motion of his mouth match me for every “Oh” and “Mmm…”, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind or his, that he knew I was his, forever at his mercy, ready and willing to do what he asked of me.

Giving into him, brought out his true wolf. Just as he brought me to peak, I thought I’d get rewarded a few minutes of lazy kissing, or somber quiet to get my bearings. Only he had other plans, and in as fast as a finger snap, he was pulling at me, adjusting me to where he wanted me next.

“Mmm…Now that that brain’s finally off, you're not likely to go anywhere,” he said, as he pulled me to stand, groping my hips, pinching the skin on my tummy, slapping the side of my breasts.

“You like me breeding you, don't you? Fucking you until there's no other outcome than for you to be carrying my child.”

“Yes, Cillian,” I moaned, biting my lip, as he positioned himself right behind my hips.

“Well, this is the last time I'll ask if you need mercy. So, it's up to you whether you want me to pound that little pussy full of come, or we could stop and I could love you like my wife instead of fucking you like my little whore.”

As exhausted as I was, desperately in need of having something, anything to be poured back into me, I was too deep into this space. I just wanted to be had and used and all the things that he had in store. This was the part of him that I’d been waiting for. Submitting was the most alive I've ever felt.

“I want you to breed me,” I admitted, as he even didn't wait before he pushed past my lips from behind and grabbed hold of my hips. From then on, he pounded deep into me without abandon.

“Feel that fucking hard cock deep in you? Filling your walls deep with my seed? Take this fucking cock, you little whore,” he demanded, forcing me to hold the edge of the mattress for leverage. As he brought my eyes to his just so I could see him falling apart.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come in you,” he confessed, as he pushed my face to the mattress, reached behind my legs and rubbed my sweet spot, his touch encouraging another spasm to grip his length.

Neither one of us could resist such a knee shaking climax and this time he didn’t hold back.

In this moment, I truly belonged to him. In this time, I’d had no will of my own. No opinion that would be listened to, no voice but to plead mercy with.

Now that he was done with me, the heat and soreness from every slap, every bite, every thrust that tested my boiling point, seared my skin. Cillian pulled out and suddenly, I felt lost. Once I’d been in that space, I never thought about what it’d be once I was coming down from it.

Twenty-Eight

Queenie

Cillian left the room, and immediately I felt burdened with chills and the return of fear. Folding my legs into my chest as I scooted to the edge of the bed, I wondered why he had left my sight so soon after such an intense ordeal. Sure, I had expressed my desire to do so, but I hadn’t known how much I would need him shortly afterward.

“You need fluids. Drink this.” He leaned over me with a cup of room temperature water and I drank as much as I could before being overcome with another slight chill.

“You're shivering. Are you cold?

“A little bit, yeah,” I replied, not being able to control the tears that fell from my eyes.

“It's okay, shhh…it's okay,” he said, taking me into his arms and off the bed. “Let's go warm you up by the fireplace.” Cillian carried me over to an oversized cot, rocking me back and forth like a baby. “It's okay. Let it all out, Queenie.” His soothing hand rubbed along my arms and back, distracting me from my confusing feelings.

“Tell Cillian what you need to make you feel whole again, baby.”

“Just hold me. Don't leave.”

“I'm not going anywhere. Were you scared when I left you to go get the water?” I nodded, hoping I didn’t look as fragile as I felt.

“I'm sorry, darlin’. I knew you would need fluids but I should have told you what I was doing. I won't leave without your permission anymore tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I fucking love you. You are my whole world. If you, as my whole world feels a mess, I need to bloody fix that,” he added, alternating between rocking and kisses to my cheek and forehead.

“You're so pretty, you know that?” He hummed lightly, leaning in to rub his nose against mine. “ And you did so good for me. I don't like to push you before I think you're ready, but you were capable of so much more than I thought you’d be. How does this beautiful body feel?” He lifted my chin to meet his gaze.

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