Page 89 of Warrior's Captive
“Vivian,” he said, her name a curse.
She registered movement and snapped her head up. “Put your arms back over your head. I didn’t release you.”
He snarled at her.
“Bad temper won’t help you.” She stared at him until he complied, his hot eyes promising revenge.
Vivian returned to his cock, gratified at how he swelled and hardened to an impossible width in her mouth. At a certain point, there was no earthly way she could take him any deeper, not when his size increased. It must be a Yadeshi thing. Did Yadeshi cocks ever stop growing? How big could it get while inside her?
“If you’re going to do this to me, at least turn around,” he said in a rough voice.
Vivian looked up, tilting her head. “Turn around?”
“Turn your back to me and put your pussy on my face, Vivian.”
Her eyes widened as she considered the position he described. A moment later she complied, rising to her feet and turning, lowering herself over his face, legs spread wide.
She leaned forward, gripping the base of his cock, and at the same time felt the touch of his tongue on her clit.
They feasted.
But at a certain point her body rebelled. Vivian cried out as an orgasm rippled through her limbs.
A sharp sting on her buttocks, then a second, jolting her out of her reverie. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder.
“I want to come in you,” he growled.
She scrambled off him. Play time was over. There was no further give in his voice, and his eyes burned.
Turning, she straddled his lap just as he tore his wrists free of her binding.
“Cheating!” she exclaimed.
His hands seized her hips, lifting. Vivian licked her bottom lip, reached between her legs and spread her folds. He lowered her down, the tip of his cock slowly pushing in.
In, in. Deeper, spreading her walls wide until he was sheathed to the hilt.
“Fuck me,” he demanded.
Vivian rode him with blind urgency, his punishing grip on her hips urging her faster and faster. He flipped her onto her back, throwing her legs over his shoulders, and plunged deep inside.
Vivian screamed, but he didn’t stop, just continued plundering her body with his relentless strength.
As her desire rose, her mind opened. The marks on her arms flared, in sync with his. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, and she didn’t understand what she was feeling. Him inside her, or her inside him. His hard cock grinding against her spot, or his body clenched by her soft, greedy walls.
It wasn’t only pleasure she felt.
“Vivian,” he said, voice hoarse. “Enja.Everything I have is yours. Take me.”
He kissed her, wild and desperate. All the passion, all the love, all the angry fear mingled with her own emotions. Where he began and she ended ceased to matter.
“Mate,” she whispered against his lips, and cried out, the second orgasm stealing away everything but breath.
Seconds later his hot seed flooded her body, his teeth grazing her neck and then biting down, worrying at her flesh as the waves erased any semblance of the kind, civilized man.
He half collapsed against her, his chest smashing her breasts, her hands trapped between them. He lifted himself off enough to tear the bonds from her wrists and flip onto his back, pulling her across his chest. Somehow without leaving her body. His cock lodged between her thighs, pulsing in time with the residual sparks of pleasure.
Vivian braced her forehead on his chest as he caressed her back, hands slipping down to knead her buttocks.
