Page 52 of Into the Dawn

With a wicked smile, he flips me over, face down on the cotton sheets, and presses his hot chest to my back. I feel the dusting of hair from his chest as he leans down and whispers against my ear, “Wait till you see just how bad I can be.”

His erection presses against my ass as he nips my earlobe and lets the vibrations of his growl rumble through me. A finger swipes over my dripping entrance as he teases me, dipping in an inch and then returning to stroke my clit, driving me crazy with pent-up sexual frustration.

My body clamps down each time he presses a finger inside me, as if it can stop him from retreating once more, leaving me angry and empty.

“Ben.” I snarl, face pushed against the mattress by the weight of him on top of me.

His other hand holds my wrists stretched above my head, keeping me immobile. I would have thought I’d hate this, being completely dominated, but I kind of love it. And my beast is more than willing to submit to him, confident that he’d never take advantage or hurt us.

Squirming beneath him, my clit rubs against the bed, and I moan, thrilled to get some firmer pressure there. But when Ben drags the broad head of his cock through my wetness, and I feel him stroking it up and down, the back of his hand brushing against the back of my thighs on each pass makes me freeze. I’m barely able to breath as the anticipation sends chills through my body.

Ben notches the tip of his cock against me and presses soft kisses up my spine, from between my shoulder blades to the base of my neck, inhaling deeply and nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

I might come just from the tingly sensation dancing along my skin and scalp. Moaning, I feel myself growing even wetter; my mate plays my body like a fiddle.

“Mine,” he whispers confidently but quietly as he presses forward before feeding his thick length inside me, inch by delicious inch.

I can’t move except to part my thighs to ease the way. It’s tight and full, and oh so delicious, made even more tantalisingly good when he slides a hand up the front of my neck and grasps my throat when I start to nod.

The pressure is slight, just enough to remind me that he’s there, but between that and his heat pressing me down, I’m in heaven, powerless to do anything but enjoy.

“Do you trust me, Vanessa?” His voice is thick and gravelly as he draws back before slowly easing his way back into my body.

“Yes.” Once again, the easy agreement flies from my lips.

Ben’s grip on my throat tightens, ever so slightly, and he breathes against my ear, ragged and fighting for control. In and out, he thrusts, so deep in this position, dragging against every inch of me, pleasure swirling around every frazzled nerve.

Tensing up, I resist the climax already building. That’s too fast. He’s still trying to talk to me, for heaven’s sake, but I can barely focus on anything other than holding back my orgasm.

“Then give in to me, Vanessa. Trust that I can take care of you, of us. We’re going to be so good together.”

There isn’t a hint of doubt in his voice, and I feel my eyes growing teary at how unwavering he seems in his certainty that everything is going to be okay. His hand cups my chin and forces my head higher, arching my back until there’s a slight discomfort there, but it’s more than compensated for by the way he rolls his hips, brushing against something delicious deep inside me.

A strangled moan passes my lips as leans forward and grips my chin, turning my face to the side so I can see him. He locks eyes with me and holds my gaze, his own glowing irises flashing between the man and the beast. My pussy clamps down around him, and my fingers and toes warm, a liquid feeling spreading from them toward my centre, which is ready to combust.

“I’ve got you, Nessie. You're okay.”

With those words, I fall apart, convulsing around him and arching back as an orgasm crashes over me. Dazed, I slump forward when Ben lowers my head back to the mattress, kissing my cheek, murmuring words of devotion as he chases his own release.

Pounding harder and faster, he drives into me, and I gasp again, another climax sneaking up on me when the base of his cock starts to swell, stretching me… His knot.

The sensation is strange and overwhelming, and from the grunts and growls coming from Ben, it’s a lot for him, too. His claws slash the sheets beside my head as he continues to move, less frantic now, but more intense as each tiny movement sends off a riot of sensations. With a roar beside my neck that sends goosebumps skittering across my skin, he comes, and somehow, I feel each jet of hot cum as he paints my insides with his seed.

“MINE.” His hot breath fanning my shoulder is the only warning I get before he sinks his teeth deep into my flesh. After an initial pinch, my veins flood with a feeling of euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever known. Each breath ghosts over my skin, anywhere our skin touches, feeling electrified with pleasure.

I practically purr as he withdraws his teeth and licks the wound to seal it.

“Guess I’m more traditional than I thought,” he mumbles proudly, kissing the spot where he’s marked me as his, forever.

Locked together by his still swollen knot, I chuckle and then curse as it drags yet another mini orgasm from my overwrought body.

Ben moans and spills more seed into me, his forehead now resting on my back as he admires where he stretches me so completely.

“Wow,” he murmurs, his hand stroking gently over the curve of my ass and the lines of my hip and waist.

“Mmmm.” I can’t hardly speak as my eyelids grow heavy, even as his knot remains thick inside my body.

I’m vaguely aware of him tugging a blanket over me and rolling us onto our sides so that he’s not lying on top of me but still connected. Bundled up in his arms, warm and safe, I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier.

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