The fae’s weight covered mine, keeping me prisoner to his mercy, not giving me a moment to adjust to a new position until he switched and turned me, forcing himself in places I didn’t know I had, scraping at the walls of my core until I completely combusted.
Like the expert he clearly was, he allowed me to ride my desire and did not shift until I was completely spent, offering me a grin of satisfaction before he hooked my leg around his hips to shift me into a new position.
We performed this dance for a long while, until I didn’t know how my body could physically produce any more wetness, Galenor’s hips hitting against my thighs like his life depended on it.
After I broke against him several times, climax after climax ripping through me, he removed himself from me enough to spin me and turn my back to him. One arm pressed against my hips to lift them up while the other grabbed at my back for support, his knee pushing against mine to spread my legs and make room for him.
“Any special requests?” he asked, voice gruff and panting, ready to shove himself into me once again.
My brain muted because I had no idea what he wanted from me. I pushed my ass into his wet erection, dripping with my juices, to get him back in. Then it clicked. He was asking permission to fill me up. Like he’d joked about so many times.
“I’m on hormones,” I replied, barely able to breathe from the exhaustion, the pleasure, the thought of him cuming inside of me.
As soon as I released the words, his length pressed against my ass, smashing against me like a tall wave onto rock, furious and unrelenting.
He moved so fast, so desperately, that I thought my body would break, were he not gripping my hips to pin me in place. Slam after slam, he thrust into me with brutality and force, making me feel every thick inch of him.
Right when I thought I would pass out, with a final burst, the fae stopped, letting out a violent scream to announce his climax.
Galenor remained inside of me for a minute, his cock slowly pushing into me until his breath evened out. I felt a long line of kisses trail down my back, his lips lowering onto my skin, his body bending to follow his lips, making his still hard member slip out of me.
He allowed himself to fall on the mattress with a thud, his eyes shut, attention fixated on the ceiling. His hands searched for me in his hazy state, finding my body and bringing me to his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the frantic beats of his heart.
“It’s nice to see you smile, muffin,” Galenor smirked at me from the side of the bed he had claimed as his own, fully aware that my grin was caused by all the wonderfully wicked things he had done to my body.
After yesterday’s hardcore fuck-session, we had dinner and then started all over again, continuing long into the night. My body had been turned and tossed in so many ways and directions, until the fae squeezed every last juice of my desire and took great pleasure in tasting me to the point of making me beg for him to stop. To offer me some time to breathe.
This morning, the quick shower I was meant to take turned into a feral pounding of my insides until all the hot water was gone. And until Galenor was finally satisfied.
“I’d like to see you do the same sometime,” I teased. “I only had the pleasure to see grins and smirks, but not a true smile.”
“Like this?” He peeled his lips back to show me an extremely forced smile that displayed all his teeth.
I chuckled. “Maybe not that creepy, but it’s going in the right direction.”
That got me a playful smack on the ass, making me immediately shift away from his reach because I knew what it would bring me, and I was exhausted. Everything in me was still throbbing and my body was on the verge of passing out, so I truly needed a break.
Galenor, instead, looked as fresh as a daisy and as eager as a thirsty gazelle. Part of me envied his genes, that amazing ability to turn women liquid and make them beg for him, but a suddenly jealous other part scolded me for thinking about this.
What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t start feeling jealous of other women he had been with, I had already made it clear to him that this was just that, really fantastic, really rough sex. The last thing I needed was to catch feelings for a subject. Be he a stunning, tall, handsome and possibly innocent male.
“What’s bothering you, cupcake?” Galenor leaned on the side, displaying his naked torso to me. Ever since he revealed himself fully to me, he hadn’t bothered putting clothes on. Which was why I had forced him to stay in the bedroom, behind a closed door, lest there be a team of people watching his sexy ass and massive cock through the ceiling cameras and realise all the nasty and dirty things we were doing in here.
“Just thinking…” I shook my head, willing away dirty images and plans of all the things I still wanted to do to him. Being with Galenor was like eating chocolate for the first time. Delicious, addictive and made things hurt.
“We should get ready for the day,” I sighed, every part of me pleading to remain in that bed, next to that man.
He nodded and followed my lead, then grabbed his pants from the floor and put on the only t-shirt he had left. I mentally swore at myself, I hadn’t even thought about getting him clothes when I did the food shopping.
“I’ll go grab something else for you to wear,” I announced as I opened the bedroom door to let both of us out, looking fresh for the day as if we hadn’t just completed a sex marathon in there.
“That would be much appreciated, thank you,” he sank into his role and stepped away in the opposite direction from me, heading to the gym area while I went into the kitchen.
“Any special requests?” I opened the fridge to check what we had left and almost wanted to cry when I spotted how little food remained. Again.
“No, whatever you have would be great,” Galenor started stretching and preparing his body for the lifts. We’d spent the morning in bed and skipped breakfast, so I had the hard mission to try and make brunch. While looking completely innocent and not showing any more familiarity to the subject. I could do that, I was a trained soldier. I settled myself, but my eyes travelled to his back, to the curve of his tight ass, to his hips and the memories of how perfectly they met with mine, making me wet with desire. Yet again.
“Why are you so obsessed with weights?” I asked, feigning curiosity for the cameras I knew would be watching. Better yet, it gave me an excuse to keep my eyes on him and continue salivating at will.
