Page 55 of Warrior Rescued

“Payim,” she breathlessly repeated, arching her back as his touch kicked off a maelstrom of fireworks in her nervous system. This was unbelievable.

“Are you feeling it?” he rasped, hunger filling his voice.

“Yes,” she moaned, though it was hard to say if she was replying to his question or his touch.

Without warning, he flipped her onto her back. After all the amazing feats she’d witnessed, it shouldn’t have shocked her the way Payim handled her with ease, but it did, the brusque move ratcheting her excitement another notch. The dark tattoos roping around his thick biceps moved and flexed as he pushed her knees up to her chest then splayed her legs wide. He was a wall of muscle kneeling between her thighs. His long raven hair hung around his broad shoulders, framing the demigod in all his sinful glory. Her heart pounded as her gaze roved down his washboard abs to the mouthwatering muscles flanking his hips, pointing directly at the cock tenting his kilt.

“So wet,” Payim groaned at the sight of her exposed flesh. “You are mine.”

She swallowed hard when he ran a finger down the inside of her thigh. He didn’t even reach her slick labia, and yet the promise made her pussy spasm, leaking more moisture. His insidious hormone was swiftly unraveling her. His touch would only drive her deeper into the churning abyss, but something had to quench the painful craving throbbing in her pussy.

“I need you, now!” she insisted as she gripped his forearms, both dreading and desperately needing more.

“Easy, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

His fingers barely grazed her clit and her entire stomach clenched, pulling her off the floor. The orgasm crashed like waves battering the shore as he circled the pulsing bundle of nerves. Payim vigorously worked her clit, the fingers of his other hand delving into her needy pussy. Her spasming slick walls clamped down on him as she shoved against his thrusting fingers. It was glorious and still not enough. Instead of abating, the mounting orgasm only grew. A whining moan vibrated in her throat and sweat broke out all over her skin as she chased the impending climax. Why wouldn’t it come?

Because his fingers aren’t enough.

“Just the tip. Just give me the tip,” she pleaded, clamoring for the object of her desire as her legs wrapped around his waist, desperately urging him forward. Though she’d have been more successful moving a mountain.

Payim pulled his fingers out of her trembling pussy and grabbed her hands, forcing her to release the hem of his kilt. She was beyond all self-respect and cried out in denial and distress, lost to the hunger. With one hand he pinned both of hers to her stomach. The brute was toying with her. Her head thrashed in frustration as she struggled to get free. She strained, reaching for her clit. If he wouldn’t give her what she needed she’d have to try to do it herself.

“Just the tip?” Payim rasped, critically gazing down at her.

Instantly, she froze, not sure she heard right, but then quickly nodded.

“That’s all,” Payim acquiesced to her desperate plea, and relief swamped her as he released her wrists.

With rapt attention she watched him unbuckle his kilt. Time slowed as he pulled the leathery fabric away, finally revealing his massive arousal jutting from his pelvis. The spear-shaped crown was so engorged it was purple, the ridge flaring out before narrowing again at his shaft. A bead of desire glistened at the slitted tip. She shivered recalling how sweet his desire tasted and how amazing his cock felt pushing past her lips and over her tongue. His skin was soft as silk, silk that sheathed hardened steel, all forged for pure sin. She almost wept with joy at the glorious sight.

Her whole body trembled in anticipation when Payim fisted his cock, his hand sliding over the dozens of knots studding the daunting length. His jaw was clenched, the muscles flexing, and just a hint of his fangs peeking past his full lips as he stared down at her with lust burning in his dark eyes. The stunning, massive warrior looming over her, poised to stake his claim, was too much for her ragged senses. A shocking rush of desire burst from her pussy, squirting, as he aimed his cock at her aching core. Payim was going to give her what she needed, but would she be able to withstand it?

Payim quo Desero

Elena’s exuberant response had his inner beast howling, tugging at the reins, demanding he mount her now. Elena was most definitely his mate. Her response to his bite couldn’t be denied and was way more intense than he expected.

He gritted his teeth, concentrating as he aimed his crown, fighting for control, but it was difficult. Elena’s gorgeous quivering slit kept spilling desire. There was so much nectar, it coated her labia making them glossy and poured down her crack to her puckered little rear. His shaft jerked in his fist, eager to thrust into either of her tempting holes. Seeing his crown next to her slit, the size difference was painfully apparent. He ran a finger along the slick rim of her vagina, testing the limits of her channel. Her opening stretched, but was still constricted. How was he going to get even just the tip to fit?

“Payim,” Elena mewled his name, need lacing her voice as she started frantically rubbing her clit.

A hungry growl burst from his throat at the erotic sight and his inner beast lurched, ready to answer her demand, regardless of how it might hurt her.

He gripped his shaft tighter, willing it to behave as he lined it up with her narrow channel. The moment his pulsing crown grazed her slick labia, it was like a hot brand searing his flesh. He pulled in a sharp breath at the overwhelming sensation as the quaking rim of her vagina slid along his sensitive tip. Elena moaned when he gingerly pressed forward, her hips arching off the floor. She enveloped more of his crown, sending sparks of pleasure from the thousands of nerves screaming up his spine.

Control. Control!His muscles quaked as he fought off the urge to give in to abandon and thrust into her hot body.

Payim bit his lower lip as he pressed harder, watching Elena stretch wider around his girth, but there was no way he could get the flared rim of his crown past her strained opening.

“Payim, please, fuck me! I’m not a virgin,” Elena begged.

His gaze shot to her face as what she said sank in and the rein on his inner beast snapped.

Elena

“You are my female! No one else’s!” Payim snarled possessively.

Before she could regret her foolish demand or the callous admission, Payim thrust. She keened when his crown shoved through her strained opening, its broad crest destroying her for other men. The heat from his bite instantly took a backseat to the overwhelming sensation. He dropped to his forearms, coming face to face with her. The move made his absurdly thick cock shift inside her. She writhed, her mouth opening wider in a delirious breathy cry as his steely arousal forced her slick quaking walls to stretch to accommodate him.

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