Page 48 of Deadly Maiden

With finger and thumb, he works at my nipple, gentle but perfect, as he thrusts and withdraws, and… I gape at his handand clutch at him, caught in that moment. Just like that, it blows me over the edge. I tense then shudder as a climax hurtles in, blitzing my mind with spasms of pleasure.

I’m gasping. My pussy squeezes, clamps down, pushing out dribbles of my wetness.

“I’ve got you.” He hitches me higher, waits while I recover, only moving in the smallest degrees, inching into me, pulling out.

“Go.” I bite my lip, falling into him, letting him hold me.

Then he plows into me again, again. Again.

And the pleasure is…all…there…is. It echoes outward, blossoming. Whatever is in the world beyond us,gone.I’m his and his alone, being taken, consumed by this time we have.

When I look up, the awesomely full sensation in my pussy is paired with him skewering me with his gaze.

“More,” I grunt as the next thrust goes an inch deeper than before.

“Your wish is my command.”

Then he rocks his hips, pulls me into him with his hands about my ass, and rams in, repeatedly.

Every time he thrusts, the force makes a slap of skin on skin. I’m seeing the insides of my eyelids when he bites my shoulder. His teeth wedge there on a chunk of muscle, as if he will never let me go, while he grips my ass.

At each shunting drive of his cock I’m grunting and whimpering. I’m falling apart, slightly destroyed. I want more. He might not be completely inside, but I want this, even if I’m going to split, or come, or maybe I’ll simply explode.

I lace my arms about him at neck level and hitch in a breath, wondering if I dare to say this.

I whisper, “Harder.”

He obliges, spearing in, just, far, enough.

Fuck.I angle myself toward him.

Another thrust, another, and I’m clawing at his back.No. But yes. Yes, yes.I choke out a cry as he bangs in and sends me spiraling. With a final short drive, he curses, and I tip over the edge. I burst into oblivion, shuddering, clutching at him. My pussy is tight and pulsing when he, too, climaxes.

The spill of his dragonshifter come seems endless, and the building pressure fucks with my head and triggers another orgasm.

I’m panting, face buried on him, my upper lip curling and rolled against his skin, as he walks us to the log and sits.

He hugs me to him, while still inside me. I feel the swell of his cock within, his arms around me, the weight of him surrounding me and his chin on my hair. This is bliss.

Chapter 13

Wyntre

“If I could freeze this moment, I could be happy here with you, forever.” He strokes my hair. “But we need to get going and cleaned up.” His chest moves slowly, his breathing a steady, reassuring cadence. The world has at last stilled after that frantic bout of lovemaking.

Though his erection has lessened, I can feel him down there, inside me. I angle back my head to look at him and smile. “Me too.”

It’s so very true. Being held by Rorsyd, knowing he’s on my side, it has settled all of—most of—my qualms. He’s brought me serenity for the first time since…since they broke into our house. Since this catastrophe began. Catastrophe is a bad word that reaches into my head and stirs me into thinking. Will this last? I push that aside.

“I…know I should say more,” I add quietly, and I fondle his arm where it rests across me, below my breasts. “But anything I say will not be enough.”

“Shhh.” When I look up again, he kisses me on the forehead, a gentle kiss. “We have time. I’m overwhelmed too.” He shakes his head, smiles. “The dirty thoughts I’ve had about you when I saw nothing to encourage them.”

Rorsyd heaves himself to his feet but keeps me impaled. I’m not complaining. “The river will do.”

He walks us to the riverbank and into the water, where he pulls out and lets me slip down his body to stand in the shallows. Though it’s only a few feet deep that’s enough to let me scoop up water and rinse myself.

I blush when I catch him watching me. He’s finished cleansing, and his thighs gleam with droplets and trickles of water.

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