Page 113 of The Guru: Shadow

And then one of his hands shot up and grasped her around the throat.

“Kneel.”

He pushed her down by the throat, and she knew her thigh should hurt, but the sweetening cocktail of adrenaline and arousal in her system drugged her. And while he then freed his cock, she stared into those eyes with the depth of the ocean, consumed by their beauty, consumed by the want, the need, unraveling in her.

His palms wandered to the sides of her face; his touch was magnificent. The arousal in her was exploding. The heat in her core was engulfing. And without another thought, she opened her mouth. Her king’s crown entered her, and it made her roll her hips from the arousal it produced in her. It took one thrust from him, a single deep push, and feral lust took over. She needed him to fuck her mouth, to fuck all of her existence into oblivion. She needed him to take her, have her, break her. Because for the first time, she met a man who knew how to fuck her holes as much as her mind and soul.

With his next thrust, he held her head steady and pushed so hard against her throat until she relaxed and let him slide in as deep as his length was. Her throat burned like hell from his girth and valiant pushes, but the way he stared into hereyes let her forget about all of it. There were no spoken words needed; she saw them all in his eyes.

As her vision became blurry from the missing air, he pulled back, let her gasp for air for two breaths, before he held her head steady again and fucked her mouth, fast, hard, shattering her throat into a million pieces of pain and arousal.

So unbelievably good.

His moans mixed into his heavy breaths, and she could feel his cock starting to pulsate.

Please fill my mouth with your cum.

He deep-throated her once again, and when air became scarce, he kept her face prisoner between his hands with a strong, pressuring grip.

“Tell me, to whom do you belong?”

In her gasping for air, she pierced him with her eyes and said, “You, Deis. I’m yours.”

And the moment she had said it, he thrusted into her again, so hard tears streamed from her cheeks, and then he exploded in her.

His taste: exceptional.

The look in his eyes: carnal.

The feeling in her chest: earth-shattering pride and lust.

A small grin tucked the corner of his mouth, and then he pulled her up, pushing her back into the glass window. His lips found hers, and he entered her mouth fiercely with his tongue.

“Such a beautiful mouth,” he whispered against her lips before his tongue demanded entry into her mouth again. And she would let him, embracing him with arousal. She wanted him – wanted to be taken. Right here and now.

One of his hands wandered down between her thighs.

“Oh Em,” he moaned. “So wet. You really love to suck cock, don’t you?”

“I do,” she breathed out as he started to rub her clit with such an enthralling rhythm and a consuming playfulness to it.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

Normally, she would’ve blushed and tried to transform into non-existing. But instead, the arousal in her spoke, the lioness finally being allowed out of her cage and into the wilderness.

“Fuck me.”

And the moment she had said it, he removed his hand and spun her round, so she almost smashed face forward into the glass if she hadn’t been able to catch herself.

He pulled down her panties and it took him not two seconds to open her bra. His hands then wandered around her, one massaging her breast and the other going down to her clit again while his whole body pressed into her. His cock, already hard again, pressing against her bottom.

There she stood, Manhattan to her feet, while Deis breathed hot air against her neck, accompanied by little bites trailing over it.

“You are mine, my queen, mine to please and mine to use.”

And then for a moment, everything in her melted in suspense of his consuming words.

Damn, why do people go for ‘I love you’ when they could hear and say this?

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