Page 56 of Warrior Rescued

“You are mine. Say it,” he rumbled.

She gripped his biceps, panting, trying to come to terms with the ungodly pressure and painful spike of pleasure radiating from his throbbing crown pressed against her G-spot.

“Say it!” Payim insisted, his voice inhumanly deep.

He rocked forward to punctuate his command, and she felt the knots lining his shaft abrade the mouth of her vagina, demanding entry. The thought of him cramming another inch into her, those knots sliding over her inundated G-spot, sent a frisson of mixed emotions coursing through her. As much as she wanted Payim, she may not be able to withstand him.

Desperate to ground herself, she focused on Payim’s face. The savage need churning in his dark eyes went beyond lust. His frantic urgency spoke of pain, fear and old wounds that never healed. Her gaze shifted to the blank span of flesh right over his heart, where he wanted to tattoo her name, and tears formed in her eyes. Payim had no family. He’d fought to be accepted and belong. He knew nothing of being loved merely because he deserved to be loved and cared for. He’d been holding back to not hurt her, but her admission had broken that restraint, unleashing this floodgate of emotion. Now he was fighting to hold onto the love that he’d found. It broke her heart that a man like him hadn’t heard just how precious he was every day of his life. That was going to change.

Elena reached up and cupped his cheeks. “I am yours, love, for a thousand sunsets and beyond,” she rasped past the catch in her throat.

The ferocious urgency in Payim’s gaze swiftly turned poignant, then the relief and adoration shifted to regret as he stared down at her.

“Elena, I’m sorry, I am…” He started to raise off of her, the furrow in his brow so deep it looked like a canyon.

Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, cutting off his apology. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she arched upward, enveloping more of his length. She poured herself into the kiss, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, the way his cock impaled her. Her pussy ached from the sweet torment but not as much as her heart. She needed this moment as much as he did.

At first, besides a deep groan, Payim was frozen, reticent, but soon he returned her kiss.

“Love,” he murmured, making her soar, as his tongue tangled with hers and he began rocking his hips.

She reeled from the feeling of his thick arousal filling her, the ridge on his crown grazing her sensitive walls, followed by the knots on his shaft. Her pussy spasmed around his length as he incrementally pushed deeper. His cock jerked in response, bumping into her womb. She panted into his mouth as he delved even deeper still, shoving against her cervix and nerves she didn’t know existed, goading her vagina to stretch farther. Pleasure arced through her as his cock slowly retreated, sliding against her sensitized walls and she moaned into his mouth.

“Again?” He paused when his bulbous crown tugged at the mouth of her vagina, prepared to retreat if she denied him.

“Yes!” she swiftly replied, before he could pull free of her needy body.

Her back arched as he rocked forward, his thick erection tunneling into her deeper than before. His crown and the many knots studding his cock struck her G-spot as he stroked into her, setting off bursts of pleasure that made stars erupt in front of her eyes. Her pussy spasmed, clutching him tighter.

“Goddess,” Payim groaned.

Again, he pulled back, then thrust forward, and the mounting pleasure compounded on itself.

“Payim!” she moaned, her heels digging into his tight ass, as the delicious heat spread down her legs.

Faster he moved, fucking her deeper and harder with each thrust. Her moans turned to glorious cries as the pleasure churned, wrapping around her tighter and tighter. Her breasts and aching nipples raked over his rock-hard chest as he slid over her body, adding to the delirium.

Payim’s fingers buried in her hair and he captured her head, pulling it to one side. He struck like lightning, his fangs piercing her neck.

“Payim!” she screamed as the liquid orgasm seared through her veins, her nails digging into his broad shoulders.

He growled, his jaw tightening, pumping more of the illicit hormone into her and he picked up the pace. Each slap of his hips shoved her along the floor as he gave into his savage lust. Her voice broke and she writhed beneath him, her pussy convulsing in one long, mind-bending spasm. Still, he hammered into her, pounding out his feral need, forcing her from one climax into the next without reprieve. Tears streamed from her eyes, overcome by the sheer intensity of his possession.

Abruptly Payim released her neck and he thrust hard, burying his cock to the hilt. Every muscle in his body quaked and his massive arousal jerked, swelling larger.

“Mine!” he roared, his claim echoing off the ship walls, as a flood of moisture bathed her womb.

His seed was just as powerful as his bite, the hormone sinking into her nerve-laden walls. Her mouth opened on a silent cry when the powerful orgasm made her fingers and toes curl as every muscle in her seized. Her pussy convulsed greedily, wringing every drop from Payim. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head. She was utterly lost to the euphoria eclipsing her senses, yet in that blissful void she wasn’t alone—love found her and held her tight.

TEN

QUITE THE HONEYMOON

Elena

Elena awoke with a smile. Payim’s steady breathing and heartbeat were the best good morning ever. Last week she had been utterly alone and resigned to the fact she’d probably die that way, but now she was waking up wrapped in the arms of the man she loved.

Not just any man.Her grin broadened, feeling Payim’s tail affectionately wrapped around her leg.

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