“Heyyy, Mr Dragonshifter. Do you have permission to enter?” My voice is rough, ragged, low.
With my right hand, I fumble to feel him. I spread my legs some more, but my hand can only reach the side of his body.
“Not yet. I’m going to make you beg for it,” he says that to my ear then pins that hand beside it and licks me, sighs. “You always taste good.”
A groan from Rorsyd heralds another push of his cock.
I shudder as he parts my lips and slips the very tip inside me. The blunt head is just sitting there. Is he waiting? Why is he waiting?
Frustrated but happy, I close my eyes to better appreciate this. I imagine I feel it throb, but maybe that’s me.
My pussy squeezes in, clamps tight—something I cannot stop myself doing. He nudges in further, withdraws, and bites my right shoulder.
I sigh instead of squealing.
I should be complaining, but it all feels so good.
“Well?” He inserts himself again, leaves it there, barely, not quite in, and certainly not anywhere but nestled at my very entry.
“Say it.” He licks the bite spot, nibbles me slowly, goes to my neck again then my shoulder, making a path of small possessive bites where he holds my flesh then releases it, moves on.
“Gods.” I arch, unable to resist.
Then… then he finds my other wrist and wedges both my hands into the pillow above my head.
“You’re not getting loose until I fuck you, Miss Wyntre.” His cock is twitching.
I’m getting wetter, and I rock and manage to make him sink a fraction deeper.
“Ooops.” He doesn’t pull out this time.
I huff into the bed sheet. “Yes.” I groan softly. “Do it. Please. Please, please.”
“My pleasure.” He drives into me, hard, filling me instantly. I expect some quarter, but he fucks me harder than ever, his cock surely as deep as he’s ever managed to go. The bed squeaks alarmingly and my breath is squashed from me. The slap of him meeting my ass, over and over, forms a perfect, carnal rhythm.
I don’t care if I don’t come. I’m panting, moaning, pressing myself back to meet him, knowing he will come soon, and he’s simply using my body for his pleasure.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I gasp into the bouncing mattress, try to spread my legs even more.
“That’s it.” He grunts and begins to thrust faster and faster, spearing in with a hard, amazing rhythm. Then he stiffens, and I feel him pour himself into me, lodged deep within.
This, being taken just because he wants me. It is perfect.
I sink and fall limp as he pulls out, then I roll over. “The beds a mess.”
“Don’t care.” He kisses my open mouth, fully, slowly, sealing us together. “I’ll clean you up. You stay there. Then we can go down to supper with you full of my come.”
“Dirty.” So freaking dirty. Where did this Rorsyd come from?
I kiss him back, push my tongue into him, groaning at the need, the ache still ruining me. “I hope they have laundry here. We’re going to need it.”
Chapter 24
Rorsyd
There is a unique pleasure in strolling across the floor to a table to dine when I’ve just screwed Wyntre in the bed upstairs. This sort of ownership of a female must be part of being soulmates. I’m sure she feels the same in reverse, and I do not mind at all.
We drag out the solid but plain chairs, adding more scuff marks to the scratched timber beneath. Lanterns in the back corners supplement the weak sunlight leaching in through grimy windows. It’s busier than before, and a few more customers have turned up, though most are like us and eating a meal.