“You’re mine, too,” she whispered. “Always.”
His breath left him in an explosion. “I can’t wait. My heart, I need you—I need to have you, claim you. Tell me you want it, tell me you want me?—”
Her hands slid to his face, framing his jaw. “Yes.”
His last vestige of control broke.
His hand found the softness between her thighs as he descended on her breasts, mouth hungry and fingers shaking with need to feel her?—
“Fuck!” He snarled the word into her flesh as his fingers slid through her cleft and found her already soaked and swollen open for him. Darkness descended from all sides, narrowing his focus to the hot little cunt pulsing under his digits. Everything male and monstrous in him roared up from within, obliterating anything but the need to claim.
Her sheath clung to the two fingers he pushed up inside, and he groaned with her as her hips bucked to accept the intrusion.
“Kesh—!” His name broke on a moan that went straight to his groin, her fingernails digging into the plush carpet. “Ah, deeper?—!”
He obeyed on fevered instinct alone, curving for her G-spot with frantic reverence. The fleshy spot pulsed under his touch, warm slickness coating his fingers every time he dug into the cushioned bundle of nerves.
“S-hit! Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Her syrupy mewls rang in his ears as he kissed his way down her stomach, desperate to taste her need. Her clit lay swollen between her splayed labia, pressing against the ring confining it, begging for him.
“Nothing and no one’s gonna make me stop,” he growled, the gravel in his voice making it sound like a threat. It wasn’t.
The second his tongue flicked over the bared tip of her clit, her entire body arched up and her hands released the carpet to wind into his hair instead.
“Fuck yes! Kesh, yes! Kesh, Kesh, Kesh!” She sang his name like a filthy prayer, yanking on his hair to force him harder into her pussy. Her legs wound around his ribs, holding him to her as she rocked up against him in rhythm with his fingers and tongue, riding his face like the shameless slut she’d always bloomed into underneath him. If he hadn’t known she was meant to be his since the moment he first laid eyes on her, he’d have known it now, with her pussy pressed to his face and her limbs clutched to him like he was the center of her whole world. Like she lived for the pleasure only he could give.
His lips closed around her clit. On the first suck, her fingernails bit into his scalp.
Fuck, she smelled like life. Tasted like Fate. Felt like redemption.
He forced a third finger up inside her fluttering cunt and was rewarded with a hard gasp and a buck up against his mouth for “more!” The word rang through the cabin, pleading when he sucked her clit hard, demanding when he teased with long licks. When a fourth digit speared into her, her sweet voice took on a hoarse note, the demands finally turning soft and submissive.
“Shit, that’s—oh, Kesh, please, please…!”
Every instinct in his body understood what she needed. Snarling, he pulled her clit into his mouth, let the metal of her ring catch on his teeth to trap the base—and then sucked her so hard and fast, the tip of her small nub of nerves pulled long and taut within the hot cavern of his mouth.
She shrieked and arched off the floor, knees slamming closed on his ears, and hands shoving at his head instead of pulling in. He didn’t let her dislodge him, didn’t falter for a single second, because he was hard-wired for her, made for her, and nothing and no one would stop him from bringing her to completion—not even her.
It took seconds.
One moment she was frantically writhing to escape, the next, her pelvis bucked hard three times in a row, her back arched?—
The second her pussy pulsed on his hand, he curled his fingers in against his palm and pushed deep, forcing his knuckles through her spasming opening until his thumb caught on her flesh.
“Ah-ow! F-ah! Kesh, n-naah!” She shrieked, clinging to his hair, and finally, mercifully, came.
His name thundered in his ears as he fucked her on his hand, instincts ensuring he opened her pelvis for every thrust, even as his full focus remained on the tortured clit between his lips, the apex of her pleasure.
The smell of her release, rich and deep and Georgia, flooded his nostrils and lit up every cell in his body until there was nothing left of him but pulsing, aching need.
His female went boneless beneath him, thighs splaying wide and arms flopping down next to her body. Even her pussy eased its bone-breaking grip on his hand, the soft wetness of her turning pliant and submissive once more.
Releasing her clit from the vacuum of his mouth, Kesh pulled back up to his knees and stared down at her.
She was flushed and spent, mouth pulled up in a lopsided smile. Eyes dazed and full of worship. For him.
There was nothing he could do to hold back any longer.
Georgia let out a gasp of surprise when he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach, and a mewl of protest when he yanked her to her knees, ass toward him.
