Page 71 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas
His body tightened in need. He rose above her, taking hold of her hands, he placed them into one of his and began moving at a leisurely pace Ismena knows wouldn't last, if the veins on his forehead were any indication of the control he was exerting.
Mentally, she prepared herself for what was to come next. Her body was still singing from her release in the bathroom and every stroke he took made her tingle.
He was so big he stretched her to her limits with every downward movement he makes. She sighed and brush a feather-light kiss on his neck.
He growled and picked up the pace. He gathered both of her hands into one of his and pushed it high above her head. The sheet ruffled with his movements, his face banked with desire.
"Wrap your legs around me and brace yourself." He warned.
Quickly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes.
He shifted his hips to change the angle of his length inside her. He came down on her then, blanketed her small form with his body, and began plunging into her body at full force.
"Oh my God," She cried as sensations she couldn't explain busted inside her. Burning, intense, pleasurable. consuming.
Her body shook with the force of his thrusts. Wolfaraine tasted heaven with every thrust he took inside her wet, tight seethe. He reveled in every sound that came out of those pretty, sexy lips.
Pleasure filled him as he plunged in and out, in and out, in and out. The scent of sex has risen in the air, thick and surrounding them. The slap of skin against skin filled the air with every thrust he took. She feels so good wrapped around him.
Yet, he wanted more. So, he took more.
Tightening the hold on his hand which held hers captive, he increased the pace all the more, pounding into her body.
She screamed with every thrust. Sharp screams that cut off and resume with every stroke he took. She tried to hold them in but she couldn't, they tore from her throat. Her eyes watered and her body began to shake.
He would batter his way into her womb, into her soul. She can already feel him in her womb, it's only a matter of time before he dominates her soul.
The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and Ismena could not make out what she was feeling anymore. It was too intense to be called pleasure and too sensational to be called pain. It was both. And they consumed her.
"Oh yeah," He groaned, followed by a series of low moans.
He was in the clouds. So, lost in her, he fucked her without the restraint of his body. He had to grit his teeth hard to hold on to the control he has over his other halves. He cannot afford to lose focus or the mountain lion will take advantage of that mistake.
So, with that determination firmly in place, he held his mind under iron control while his dick plunged her depths—while his head swarm with pleasure.
She came.
It was unexpected and without warning for Ismena. The feeling just tore through her pleasure in a volcanic force that had her writhing and sobbing like a child experiencing intense pain. Only, it was a pleasure so extreme it almost bothered on pain.
She pushed and scratched him, which added to his own pleasure as he kept plunging in and out of her.
Damn, the wolf in him loves being scratched by her too well, her orgasm was going to trigger his at this point. The way she came undone in his arms and her pulsating pussy which was squeezing him so tight that he saw stars. He fought the tingling sensations coming from his spine, fought the prickling needles of passion spreading over his balls.
He fought them but it was like trying to stop a tsunami. The only way he can succeed was to slow the rhythm of his movements. But he was enjoying her so much, that he could not bring himself to do so.
So, he gathered her writhing form closer into his arms, lowered his upper body on hers to cover her completely, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and pounded away. In and out, in and out, inout, inout, inout inout inout—
"Fuck!" He pulled out and shot away from her so fast, that he added more pressure than he should on his injured leg which shot waves of pain all over his body but he barely noticed it as he came.
It was just as intense as Ismena's, tearing through his body and spreading all over him as he held the rail of his wardrobe at the other side of the room and stroked himself with his hands while his release spurted out in hard shoots.
With every spurt of sperm he released, he groaned at the pleasure that washed over him.
On the bed, Ismena watched him through half-lidded eyes, her brain feeling so drugged out by everything he'd done to her body. She felt empty when he pulled out of her and his sheltering body suddenly left hers. But at the same time, she felt relief. He'd almost killed her.
As she watched him stroke himself through his own climax, she came to the conclusion that this beautiful man here will be the death of her. Not her heart. Him.
She laid the way he left her; her feet resting on the mattress, the heels digging into it which left her knees raised and wide apart from each other. She was so dizzy, that she hoped to hell and prayed that he was done with her.
