Page 78 of Warrior Rescued

Her heart sped up at the way he drew out the statement. For a moment she thought he was again reticent about fucking her. That wasn’t it at all.

“I love the sight of you stretched around my shaft as I work my way into your hot, unbelievably wet slit.”

She trembled as his finger traced the rim of her vagina, testing her opening. More moisture spilled down her thighs when he splayed his fingers. It was a taste of what his cock would do to her.

“I hunger for your desperate pleasure-filled cries as you writhe, impaled on my shaft,” he groaned, rubbing the head of his cock through her slick desire.

Jesus!The man was the king of dirty talk. He was going to make her orgasm again with just his words.

“But I promised to spoil you,” he continued. “So, tell me, beautiful, what do you want?”

What do I want?She blinked as she repeated the question.

His warm hand smoothing along her spine while the other continued gently exploring her puffy labia made thinking difficult, much less replying with anything half as suave as what he said. Elena lifted her face from the floor, looked over her shoulder and said the only thing that came to mind.

Payim quo Desero

Elena’s skin was so smooth and the silky petals guarding her channel were nice and soaked. The musky scent of her desire perfumed the air making him lightheaded. Now that they were bonded, his world, his every sense, centered on her, his precious mate. He thought he’d lost her and his universe felt like it was crumbling. He desperately needed to reclaim her. He wanted to bury himself in her body until they were one, then never retreat again. The drive to make her call out his name, to hear her claim him in return, warred with his honorable side. He wanted to plant his seed and watch it grow as he carved out a place in her heart, here and now and in the future. He was losing control, and for all these reasons he had to give her the reins or the goddess only knew what he’d do.

Elena stared at him as he demanded she tell him what she wanted.

“Bang my head into the wall until I see God!” she replied, her voice breathy and filled with desire.

He thought Elena would be the voice of reason, but he was wrong. She was his undoing from the moment he met the wild little warrior. Her salacious demand just cemented that fact, whipping his lust into an inferno. His mate was tough and she burned hottest when her limits were tested. So, he would test her limits.

With a feral snarl he gripped her hips, lined up his shaft with her weeping slit and shoved forward. There was no holding back as he started cramming the head of his shaft into the trembling mouth of her vagina.

“Open up for me,” he insisted, using his thumbs to help stretch her.

Elena panted as he pushed forward, then her plaintive breaths turned into a deep, drawn-out groan as the crest of his shaft popped past her constricted opening. The erotic sounds and the way her slick body fluttered around his crown incited his own savage need. He shoved deeper still, reveling in her spasming heat and the gloriously painful grip of her tight sheath. He was a glutton for punishment. Payim reached around and found her pulsing bead of flesh. His fingertips closed over it, pinching the bundle of nerves. Elena’s back arched and she tossed back her head as she cried out.

“Cry for me,” he snarled, delirious from the way her sheath clamped down on his throbbing shaft.

He thrust hard, forcing another ardent cry from her lips as he slammed his aching arousal into her quaking depths. His hips struck her full ass and still he ground his hips against the lush mounds.

“You are mine!” he declared, retreating and hammering home again.

“Payim!” she screamed his name.

Her channel gripped him in a stranglehold but he managed to pull back, and her glorious slick body sucked his arousal.

“Aye, scream for me.” He gripped her hip tight and stabbed back in, his fingers strumming her clit as he impaled her.

“Payim!” she wailed his name.

He shook his head, feeling every bit the animal as he pounded out his savage need. Elena was meant for him, from her sexy body to her ardent cries. He wanted all of it and more.

His gaze slid from his shaft piercing her slit to her puckered rear. He wanted that, too.

Elena

Payim abruptly pulled out and her world spun as he flipped her onto her back. Before she could take another breath, his large, muscular body stretched atop hers. Her eyes widened when instead of his cock impaling her, his tail teased her inflamed flesh. She gasped when it thrust into her constricted ass, demanding the ring of muscles to give way. It was as thick as a normal man’s cock as it surged deep inside. Then Payim’s cock impaled her pussy again, forcing her walls to spread for the steely invader. She keened as the ridge of his crown slid across her G-spot swiftly followed by the knots on his shaft. His tail in her ass added to the unbelievable pressure and mind-bending delirium. Her back arched, shoving her stiff nipples against his rock-hard chest.

“Oh God!” she cried as he again began fucking her with wild abandon.

With each frenzied thrust his cock slammed into her cervix while his tail stabbed at erogenous zones she didn’t know existed. She tossed her head back, her mouth open on a silent cry as she gripped his biceps, desperate to hold onto reality. It was a pointless endeavor. The man just kept hammering into her. The agony of his violent possession was an ecstasy she never could’ve fathomed. She spiraled, swept up by the maelstrom. There was no control or holding back, there was just their love and desire.

Payim arched over her and struck the crook of her neck, his fangs burying into her skin. Her trembling legs stiffened, toes flexing, and her fingers curled, digging into his heated flesh the instant his salacious hormone invaded her. The liquid nirvana inundating her bloodstream combined with the feral beast pounding out his lust, and she screamed. The cataclysmic orgasm ripped through her, sending her careening.

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