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I bring my mouth to her ear as I pull out, then fill her again. “Nobody’s ever taken me like you do. I don’t have to be careful with you, do I, Sunshine? This pretty pussy’s gonna swallow me whole, isn’t it?”
A desperate, lusty moan is my only answer.
Catherine plants both hands on my chest, using the leverage to rock her hips as a flush travels down her neck and chest. She’s still fully clothed, and something about that makes this even hotter to me.
“I like this,” I rumble as I thrust in and out slowly, cock dripping precum that mixes with the scent of her need. “Feels like I came upon a hapless little woman in the forest and took exactly what I wanted from her. I can see it now. You’d be bent over a log looking at something, and I’d come up behind you and fuckin’ fill you…”
She levels me with a devastating smile, even as I rock my hips, entering her again.
Heat swirls in my balls, tightening them as I widen my stance and fuck her harder.
“Maybe it’s me who came upon a hapless male,” she says sweetly. “Maybe it’s you who are about to be taken advantage of, Manorin.”
“Good,” I bark as I snap my hips again, my sack slapping against her ass as pleasure drives higher and higher.
“Stop,” she commands, eyes fully golden.
My vision goes hazy, the snapping thrall outside the ward amping my need to protect her, to serve her. But even that fades away as I stare at her. There is only her and what she wants.
And anything Catherine wants…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CATHERINE
The snapping thrall outside the ward draws another, and another, and another, until a herd of them lunge and bite at the green surface.
It’ll hold because Iwillit to be so.
Still, the proximity of danger calls my magic, my need to protect, along with it. The danger is rightthere, but I don’t feel unsafe. Instead, it lends a heady, intoxicating edge to the sex.
Manorin’s eyes are glassy as he stares at me, breathing heavily with that perfect, huge cock buried to the hilt inside me. When I smile, it flexes, arching against my G-spot and sending a swirl of need through me.
He lows, the mooing sound deep and full of longing.
My power to beguile fills me, producing a nearly depthless sensation of confidence, like I could do anything in this entire world. I could leap off a building and fly. I could level armies.
I could rule this giant male buried inside me.
“Put me on my hands and knees,” I command.
He backs us away from the tree and sets me down, facing the ward and the thralls. After spinning me away from him, he drops me carefully to the ground, pushing me forward onto myhands and knees. My power swirls like a hurricane beneath my skin, loving being used like this for the first time in so very long.
I toss a smile over my shoulder. “Eat, Manorin.”
He grunts and presses me forward, fully tangled in my magic. I’m controlling him, and he allows it because he trusts me. That he still does, after all this time, warms something inside me that’s been dead and cold for ages.
Thought scrambles as he licks a path up my pussy, over my back pucker, sucking at it with his big, flat lips. It’s always bothered him that we couldn’t kiss, per se, but it never bothered me when we dated.
Thattongue. It’s incredible. Soft and hot and huge. When he licks, he covers all of me, heat tingling through me as my nipples pebble. I’ve never been able to last long when he eats me.
“Harder,” I manage, eyes rolling into my head as I lose myself to the sensation of that enormous tongue and talented mouth, licking and nipping at my sensitive skin.
The moment orgasm threatens to crash through me, I command him to stop.
He does in a moment, a quiet, steady presence at my back, waiting for my next directive.
Instead, I shift backward and impale myself on his perfect, thick cock, filling myself deeply. I clench around him, spurred on by his low, needy groan. But he won’t move, won’t fuck, not until I tell him to. And I want to play.
