The arm not supporting his weight reached between us, running a knuckle between my wet lips as if to confirm their preparation. He grasped his length, running the ridged underside of it through my excitement until each swell of his cock pet over my clit one-by-one. He rocked back and repeated the motion, my eyes rolling into my head from the smooth glide against where I was the most sensitive.
I felt the enlarged tip rest against my opening. “Are you mine,Faeryn?” His thumb claw brushed a strand of hair from my face and stroked my temple affectionately.
“Yes.”
“I need you to say it. Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Graysen.”
There was no going back now. If I thought I had been obsessed with him before, he was thoroughly ensuring no other partner would ever compare in the future. I didn’twantanyone else. No other man could give me what he was giving me. Physically.Emotionally. I had the feeling that “mine” held more weight than just dirty talk. Our bond was being pledged on a level I couldn’t quite comprehend, but it was all-consuming. It felt right. Itwasright.
The tip of Graysen’s head nestled between my lips, my body tensed at the mounting pressure, unsure if it could accommodate his girth. His hips continued thrusting forward, and he began entering me with a distinctpop.My body slid over him and hugged the dip before the curve of his first swell.
Graysen suddenly threw his free arm above my head, bracing its elbow on the mantle beside the other. The sound of fire roared above me as an orange brightness challenged the golden glow of his body in lighting the room. His fangs clicked together in a hungry snarl, and he groaned as he released tension from his palms in a powerful combustion.
Just moments before, those explosive palms had clutched my throat. I could have so easily been the recipient of their wrath. But I didn’t care. Being burned in the blaze of Graysen’s passion wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
“Are you alright?” I asked him as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
“I need to leave my arms here.I don’t want to burn you. I can’t control it.”
“That’s alright. I’ll hold on tight for both of us,” I whispered as I clasped my hands behind his neck and pulled his forehead to lean against my own.
I thought the initial entry would be the hardest part, but each of his ridges had to be pushed past the same obstacle. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, digging my nails in and letting out pathetic cries of pleasure and strain as my body accepted every swell of his cock. He arched his back to stroke deeper, his head bowing into the crevice of my shoulder, steamy breath tickling my neck.
My eyes were half-lidded, staring at the dancing lights on the ceiling. The fullness was overwhelming. I felt as though any moment I would break under his force. I spread my knees as wide as I could as the last of his swells pushed into me and his base rested against my pelvis.
“Is it too much?” he panted against my throat, full lips brushing over my bare flesh.
“I can take it,” I gasped, gripping my hands into his hair and holding his head to me.
He began to stroke out slowly, each ridge expanding and contracting the sensitive nerves of my pussy. Once only the head remained, he pushed forward, my body submitting to take every inch obediently. I could no longer distinguish between the blood pounding in my ears and the fiery storm blazing treacherously close to my scattered curls. I allowed my eyes to close and my neck to arch back, granting him more access to my chest and throat. Warm light bled through the thin skin of my eyelids. Could heaven be this dazzling?
Graysen rocked back and forth with increasing power, my body absorbing the shock of each thrust against the cushioned nest he made for us. The swells of his cock stroked my insides, causing my body to tense around him in appreciation.
“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sharp teeth nibbling into my jugular. “My pet. My mate. My Faeryn.”
Pushed over the edge by his praise, my back lifted from the ground as I shrieked and contorted in another orgasm. I writhed underneath his body helplessly as each wave clamped tighter around his cock. He pecked gently along my chest with warm, soft lips, strained groans escaping his throat. My own pleasure dripped down my ass, wetting the bedding beneath us.
“That’s my good girl.” His forked tongue traced up my throat, flicking off the end of my pointed chin. “You’re going to keep doing that for me.”
I nodded weakly. “Graysen, will you come in me?”
“Is that what my mate wants? To be bred by her monster?” As if to remind me of our hazardous dynamic, he pressed the sharp ends of his fangs into the fullness of my upper breast. Too lost in pleasure to feel pain, I submissively accepted that he had drawn small drops of blood.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Keep begging, Pet,” he groaned, resting his hot cheek against my own and increasing the pace of his rutting.
The brick walls absorbed my cries as I mindlessly pleaded for more of him, repeating his name as gospel. I sounded like a trapped animal, desperate for mercy as orgasms began to build on each other. My body pulsed constantly, skipping refractory periods to instead erupt in another climax. My hands weakly trembled against his warm flesh, no longer possessing the strength to dig their harmless nails into him.
“Faeryn. I’m going to come,” he growled, his head bowed into me as if in prayer.
“Please. Graysen. Please.” I could barely breathe the words out.
His swollen ridges grew to an imposing fullness before contracting in rhythmic releases. Liquid heat filled me, warmingmy core and trickling out in a warm puddle below us. Graysen’s mouth gaped next to my ear, his masculine grunts accompanying the pounding of my own heart in my head. The room was filled with the smell of bonfire and blinding golden light, chasing away every potential shadow. We were inside the sun itself.
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath in desperate gasps for air. He slowly lifted himself to look down at where we were connected, sweat dripped from his curls and stuck to his face in a messy crown of waves. His eyes slowly regained their whites, then their gray ring, and then their black pupils. His skin simmered back to its pale complexion, and his mouth lost its beastly edge.
