“Don’t care. Don’t even think about stopping.”
His hands roamed under her dress until he found her underwear. He hooked his claws under the fabric at her hips, and with a sharp yank, tore through it. She moaned as he tugged it away, rolling her hips in search of the part of him she desperately wanted.
His thick, ribbed shaft slid along her slick core, up and down, and they both groaned, their mouths fusing in a hungry kiss. At the top of each stroke, he ground against her clit, spreading her wetness around.
When her body was ready to accept him, she tilted her hips until the head of his cock aligned with her entrance. She wanted him inside her so badly, her inner muscles rippled in anticipation. But he didn’t push forward, holding himself back with rigid control.
“Inside me,” she moaned when she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please.”
“Should I shift? I’m bigger right now.”
“I want it like this. Ineedit.”
“Fuck, Sunshine.”
He gave her an inch. Just the head of his cock sitting inside her made her shake, and she tipped her head back while he feasted on her throat, nipping at her tender skin with his fangs. The rest of her core clenched with anticipation of the stretch she felt at her opening, and another gush of wetness lubricated his passage.
“More,” she panted when she was sure she could take it.
He pressed in a little further, and she cried out as she felt the first row of ridges slip inside her. The texture against her inner walls was a mind-numbing mix of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled. “So damn tight.”
He slid out slightly, coating his shaft with her slick arousal, before pushing,pushingthrough another inch of impossible tightness. Her back arched as another cry burst from her.
The stretch was excruciating.
But it was exactly what she needed right now. She needed to feel him, all of him, in the most visceral way. She needed him to know she was his. She needed him to take everything she had to give.
Because she trusted he would protect what he took. Because she knew he was giving himself to her in return.
He pulled out and then sank forward again, another row of ridges straining into her as he slid still deeper. Her legs shook almost violently as her body fought to take him.
“That’s it,” he moaned, his breath gusting in her hair, sending tingles down her spine. “Fuck, yes, you can take me.”
“Yes—”
“You can take my whole cock, can’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Because it was made for you. It’s yours, just like this pussy is mine.”
She moaned, lost to his words.
“I’m taking what’s mine, and you’re gonna take what’s yours. All of it.”
With his next thrust, it felt like he bottomed out inside her. He shifted, sliding out a couple inches, before easing back inside, gentle enough that the stretch didn’t cross the line from pleasure-pain into pain-pain. It straddled it, rather.
But then he pushed a little deeper. She cried out, fingers grasping his shoulders. “Raum—!”
“You want it all?”
She hesitated for only a second before gasping, “Yes!”
“That’s what I thought.” And then he sank even deeper.
Pressure.There was so much pressure, it felt like she would burst from the inside out.
