“Did it go alright?” he asked, his desire stifling the room.
I nodded, unable to find my words, both excited and terrified of what would come next.
“We both have free time until tomorrow…”
Galenor bit his lip, the urgency of his need spearing through me. “I’m sure we can fill it somehow, muffin.”
My brain stopped functioning; my lungs started heaving at the air around me. Everything was suddenly too hot, burning my skin. I was sweating, my flesh had become goosebumps and the blood in my veins flowed with newly found intent.
I was pure energy, ready to be discovered and unveiled, ready to burst out of my skin. Ready to surrender to his will.
“Galenor…I…” I shook my head, unable to speak. Not knowing what to say.
Every muscle in my body begged for contact, everything I was, all that I believed in, forgotten with one look in those gorgeous eyes. Nothing else mattered but this moment. Not my principles, not everything I had learnt about the fae male, not my pride.
“Ellyana…” he groaned, inching closer to me, the space between us shrinking by the second as he leaned on me, bringing his lips close to mine. “I will kiss you now,” he announced, his tone guttural, as if he too had been long awaiting this moment.
I nodded, not willing to say it. Not wanting to hear myself give him permission, but wanting him to take me in every way, shape or form he wanted to.
When his lips touched mine, my heat accelerated, a sudden combustion in my chest forcing me to open to him, to let him in. I spread my lips, giving him free reign to lead the kiss and jolting with sensation when his tongue slipped inside my mouth. He tasted salty and harsh. The way his tongue danced inside my mouth, filling me with sensation and inundating me with the taste of him almost made me pass out. Just then, strong arms wrapped around my body, my waist suddenly supported by new pressure, bringing me closer to him, joining my chest with his sweat.
Galenor continued kissing me, every swing of his tongue becoming harsher and more desperate, claiming more than my mouth. He scraped along my teeth and dripped down my throat, making our mouths clash like two armies on a battlefield, both determined and unrelenting. Once unleashed, impossible to grab hold onto.
I needed to breathe. I needed to breathe but all I could inhale was him. His scent, his taste, his mouth, there was nothing else but him. As if sensing my need for air, his lips shifted to my neck to continue their teasing, licking and biting to trail down to my shoulder while his hands occupied themselves with unbuttoning my pants.
A moan stifled my senses then, the feeling of his calloused fingers in my panties making my bones shatter with desire.
The way his hands grabbed at me, with determination and unease told me that this would be completely different to our first night together. This time Galenor was unleashed, desperate and ready for the taking, his urgency ripping at his pants.
Which flew away as soon as I was out of mine, letting his massive erection spring free and press onto me, my thongs the only thing separating us.
“Mmh…” he groaned at the discovery of wetness pooling between my legs, displaying how ready I was. How desperate to take him in. “I like this, muffin,” he smirked, eyes pinned back to me to find me panting, red and completely unravelled.
His lips curled wickedly, proud of his achievement.
“Are you sure you want this, love? Once I’m inside you I won’t stop until you see stars.” The tip of his cock pressed at my entrance, pushing against the lace that kept him away from fully possessing me.
Without saying a word, my throat closed off with desire, I reached to grab him in my hand and started stroking him with desperate urgency, moaning at the wetness at his tip, which he had scraped from between my thighs.
Thick veins jerked at the touch, his length pushing into my hand, using it to pump himself against the round tightness of my fingers to get him ready. Gods, he was big. Bigger than I ever took, bigger than I ever saw.
Crazed with need, I used my free hand to shove away the patch of lace covering me and led him to my entrance, pressing his tip into me again, ordering it to enter and fill me. Demanding to saturate the ache.
With a voice roughened by desire, Galenor snarled. “So eager, cupcake.” Then, without warning, he slid into me.
His sharp movement forced my core to split for him, a burst of pain making my legs clench around his hips. Sharp pain launched at my entrails as he speared through me mercilessly, shoving himself all the way in, touching the deepest sides of me. Then he pulled out as abruptly as he did initially, taking strength in his hips to push into me for a second time, forcing me to split wider for him.
I screamed, unable to contain the pain. It felt like a hot poker kept shoving at me, making my cervix shift into place to make more space for him, my fingernails digging into his back, deep enough to draw blood.
Only then, his hips stopped, green eyes blinking at me in surprise, as if he only then realised I was also there. With a slower motion, he slid back into me, this time taking a moment to let me adjust, his eyes closing with the sensation, as if he could feel me open up for him.
He started pushing again, and again, harder and deeper, rocking his hips against mine and digging into my core with brutality.
He was right, we were a few minutes in, and I already saw stars. Once the pain disappeared and my pussy accepted its new owner, I relaxed enough to allow pleasure to seep through.
It started growing with each movement, piling on and on, crawling into my bones, clenching into my muscles and puckering across my skin.
He took dips into my core, his hips swinging and turning, making his cock caress different parts of me, scraping at my insides until a veil of pleasure ripped from me. I moaned, alert and confused, this new sensation raising an army of shivers all across my body.
