Page 40 of Primal Snow

“Stop,” I whisper raspily.

But do I really mean it?

Because my naked pussy presses against him instinctively, yearning for heat, for safety, for something that feels human… anything to make me feel alive again.

Yeti, oblivious to my inner conflict, rumbles deep in his chest, brushing his huge hand against my face, wiping away the tears I didn’t know were there.

And for the first time, I have proof that he’s not as clueless as I thought.

Impulsively, I tilt my head up and press my lips to his thin ones, careful to avoid the sharp points of his underbite fangs. It’s awkward and foreign, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. But despite the strangeness, I melt into it.

He kisses me back, his firm, thick, impossibly long tongue pushing into my mouth, sliding past my lips with a possessive intensity. The intrusion is startling, deep and invasive, filling me completely. I moan against him, my fingers curling around his horns in search of something to hold onto as his plundering alien tongue explores my mouth. His guttural purr vibrates across my body as he gets more and more into it, his hands grasping at my flesh, everywhere within his reach, greedy for more. It's not the kiss of a man but the kiss of a creature who doesn’t quite grasp the emotion behind the act. His primal passion, however, is undeniable and overwhelming, and I let him consume me.

His cock is fully erect now, pressed up between the wet folds of my pussy. I should be ashamed, but I can’t deny that animalistic attraction any longer. Those bulging veins and ridges drag across my slit, teasing me as he leisurely rocks his hips. I’ll be burning in hell for eternity for lusting after this feral creature, but at least I can enjoy this debauchery while I’m at it.

“I hate you… I hate what you did to me.” I gyrate my ass. “Oh God, you feel so good. I can’t stop.”

I feel my pussy dripping, coating his throbbinglength, and I have never craved anything so much in my life.

I want him to use me.

Without warning, he pulls away and rises, his towering form casting me in shadow. I look up at him, my breath catching in my throat. Compared to his immense size, my body seems so small, so fragile—like a doll in the hands of a giant.

And it makes everything that much more exciting.

He grips the backs of my thighs firmly and effortlessly lifts my legs, folding my knees to my chest. My ass is hoisted high into the air, my pussy shamelessly exposed to him, and the vulnerable position leaves me entirely at his mercy.

As he crouches over me, his mammoth cock hangs heavy and swollen, its natural curve visible even as it points downward while he adjusts his hips to align with my slick entrance. I can feel the heat radiating from his leaking pre-cum as the flared tip presses insistently against my tiny opening. My breath hitches as he pauses, only for a heartbeat, before thrusting forward with unyielding force.

A sharp cry escapes my lips as he fills me, the monstrous girth of him stretching me in ways I didn’t think possible. I can feel every ridge, every vein pressed up against my tight channel.

He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t ease me into it. He’s a beast consumed by need—the same maddening need I have for him. His hips move in a relentless, animalistic rhythm, pounding into me with an intensity that steals theair from my lungs.

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect storm of pain and pleasure. My pussy contracts around him involuntarily, trying to accommodate his size. The groves along his shaft drag over my sensitive walls, igniting every nerve and sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through my core.

“More,” I whisper, my voice trembling, barely audible. My body aches, raw and overstimulated, but I want him—I want all of him.

He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my body as he picks up the pace. With each plunge, the curve of his pistoning cock hits that tender spot inside me, unleashing a surge of electricity that pulls me over the edge. My release comes in wave after wave, each more intense than the last, until it feels like I’m caught in a never-ending climax. My cries fill the space as I give myself over to the euphoria.

And still, he doesn’t stop. He’s relentless, thrusting deeper, harder, each movement driving me closer to madness. His claws dig into my thighs, holding me wide open for him while his hot breath and drool wash over my skin.

Finally, with one last, earth-shattering thrust, he stills. His back arches, his head tilts back, and a thunderous roar tears from his throat, shaking the very walls of the cave. My pussy clenches around him, locking us together, and I feel his knots swell and pulse inside me. His release floods my core in thick, scalding waves, spilling deep into my womb and filling me completely. The molten heat of itspreads through my entire body, warming me from the inside out, though leaving me gasping and trembling beneath him.

As his roar fades into a low growl, his large hand slides down to rest on my stomach. His palm is rough, claws grazing my skin, yet his touch remains gentle, almost reverent. He presses down slightly, and my breath catches at the visible bulge in my belly where his cock is embedded inside me.

His eyes meet mine, and though he doesn't speak, his gaze is intense, searching. I can feel him communicating with me as his hand continues to massage the swollen curve of my abdomen.

"Did you...?" I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

He doesn’t stop the motion, caressing my belly with a tenderness that feels almost soothing. I stare at him, awe and terror mixing as realization begins to settle.

Oh God… did he just breed me?

Could he really getme pregnant?

Chapter 19

I’m awakened by the rhythmic slamming of his hips against mine as he thrusts deep inside me. He kneels on the furs below with my legs draped over his broad shoulders, taking me in the most brutish way. He doesn’t realize he has woken me up. He doesn’t even care. His eyes are glued between us, watching his thick cock disappear and reappear inside my stretched pussy as he ruts away like the feral animal he is. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the dim, firelit cave, mingling with the low growls that rumble from his chest. I feel every inch of him, hard and unrelenting, as he drivesinto me with a ferocity that leaves me trembling. There’s something chilling about his obsession, the sheer hunger in his expression—not just lust, but ownership.

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