Page 38 of Can't Get No Satyrfaction

She whimpered, hips lifting to meet his touch. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. His fingers circled her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

“Please,” she whispered, needing more. Needing him.

“Soon.” He kissed her again, swallowing her moan as he slid a finger inside her. The healing oil had done its job, there was no lingering soreness, just a pleasant stretching sensation.

Her inner muscles clenched around the invasion, and she cried out. He growled in approval, adding a second finger and stretching her further. The feeling was incredible, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. His tail brushed gently back and forth across her clit, heightening the rush of sensation.

But it wasn’t enough. She needed all of him.

She reached for him, trying to find the place he’d shown her to release his cock from his sheath, but he caught her wrist, holding her still. He pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, keeping her on the edge of release.

“Thorn, please.” Her voice came out breathless, needy.

He chuckled again, the sound dark and rich. “Not yet, little mate. I want you desperate for me.”

“I am.” She arched into his touch, seeking more friction, more contact.

But he kept his pace torturously slow, fingers curling inside her, hitting a spot that made her see stars. She writhed beneath him, pleading with her body, but he was relentless.

“I need to make sure you can take my knot again,” he growled.

The word sent a jolt of lust through her. She remembered the way his cock had swelled inside her, tying them together. It had been intense, overwhelming… and oh so good.

“Please,” she begged again, not caring how desperate she sounded.

His fingers withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss, but then he was shifting, settling between her thighs. She could feel the pointed tip of cock at her entrance, hot and thick.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She forced her eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, everything else fading away until there was only Thorn, and the pleasure he was giving her.

He thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion, and she cried out, the sudden fullness almost too much to bear. He paused, letting her adjust, and then began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had her clinging to him.

“You feel so good,” she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He growled, the sound sending a thrill down her spine. His hips snapped forward, driving him deeper, and she moaned, head falling back.

He took advantage, lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her throat. He sucked on her neck as his hips picked up speed, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

The pleasure was building, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. She could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, squeezing tight.

“Come for me, Sylvie,” he growled, pounding into her. “Come on my cock.”

The command in his voice, the raw need, sent her tumbling over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her like wildfire. She cried out his name, nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him, shuddering through her release. She was still quivering when he flipped her over on her hands and knees, immediately driving his cock deep inside her as he grasped her hips, holding her steady as he thrust hard and deep, feeling even larger in this position.

She was helpless to do anything except receive each stroke as his tail returned to her clit, flicking over the sensitive bud and sending her arousal soaring again. He kept one big hand on her hip as he bent down over her, his mouth finding her neck.

“My mate,” he growled, and bit down, the sharp sting sending her straight into another climax, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her.

His hips stuttered, thrusting wildly, desperately, as his cock grew even larger, his knot expanding in that overwhelming,amazing stretch until they were locked together, his cock jerking as liquid heat flooded her insides.

The feeling of him pulsing inside her triggered another orgasm, and she came again, this one softer, sweeter, leaving her limp and sated. He held her close, murmuring words of praise in her ear as they drifted back down to reality. He licked her neck, soothing the lingering sting from his bite and she shivered, the sensation vibrating through their still joined bodies.

He rolled to one side, bringing her with him, and settled her in his arms, the steady beat of his heart a reassuring rhythm against her back. She felt safe, protected, and so happy that tears trembled on her lashes.

“Mine,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Yours,” she agreed, trying to snuggle closer and they both groaned as the movement tugged on their joined bodies. They lay there for a long moment, just enjoying the closeness.

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