“Fuck, you’re drenched. Just for me.” He groans as he pumps two fingers in and out of me.
Switching hands, my mouth waters as I watch him spread my wetness all over his dick, stroking it to the same tempo his fingers are fucking me. I’m so jealous of his hand right now. I want that to be my body. I want him to fuck me.
A heated laugh leaves his lips as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, licking them clean, groaning at the taste of me. I can feel my face heating and I squirm. The way he acts like every piece of me is something precious does unspeakable things to me, my confidence. He makes me feel worthy.
Lining himself up to me, I can feel my pussy stretching farther than it ever has to accommodate his size. He takes his time, circling my clit with his thumb and locking his lips to mine. After a few shallow thrusts, I cry out, my body shuddering as my walls relax, letting him slide into me completely.
Fuck, I’m so full, I don’t think I could move even if he didn’t have me tied up.
“Will…fuck. I want to give you gentle, slow, show you how much I want you…” Tillman grits out between clenched teeth.
The tension coiled around his body matches mine. I need him to move. I need him buried so deep within me, all I can feel is him. I know that’s what he needs too, but he doesn’t want to say it. Typically, I love the fact he wants to baby me, treat me like a delicacy, but not right now.
“I don’t want gentle Tillman,” I say softly.
The steadfast, balanced look in his eyes cracks and he grips my hips, his thumb tracing my silver mating scar, causing my body to ripple in pleasure. Digging his fingers into my skin, he starts to slam into me with a wildness that feeds the desire brewing within me.
Jumbled cries leave my throat and as much as I want to meet him stroke for stroke, I can’t. I can’t keep up with him as he fucks me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. As soon as he drops the vines from around my wrists, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me so I can feel his skin against mine.
The throbbing in my chest strengthens the ecstasy traipsing through my body, and I know this building orgasm is going to be ten times stronger, ten times more powerful because it’s going to be paired with a bond to my gentle giant.
“Come, Willow. Become mine forever,” Tillman commands.
“Yes,” I scream as my climax rips through me. My bond erupts like a volcano, snapping out of me and flowing into Tillman, forcing him over the edge as he bellows my name.
Blinding light connects the two of us in a moment of pure bliss, flooding my body with the impenetrable strength that’s all Tillman. I feel as though I could move a mountain right now as his bond enters my chest, caressing my elements, magic, and my dragon before settling gently in place.
I smile as the light dims, revealing the emerald wisp between the two of us, merging our hearts as one. When Tillman lays his forehead to mine, his voice fills my mind.
“I’ve both feared and yearned for my Primary with every beat of my heart for my entire life, but I never could’ve fathomed you’d emerge with such fierce perfection, little warrior. You’re the embodiment of my dreams, surpassing every expectation I dared to harbor. You’re not just a part of my world; you’re the pounding heartbeat that defines my very soul, an unstoppable force that consumes me completely, for eternity. I love you, Willow.”
“I love you, Tillman. So much,” I whisper, tears of bliss streaming down my cheeks.
My chest swells with the love I can now feel keenly flowing from him. It’s so potent, I swear Draken’s bond glows a little, feeling the affection too. For a moment, I bask in the restfulness of my bond. This is the first time since arriving here and meeting these men, my emotions seem to be leveling out slightly and my head feels clearer than it has in years. With each bond snapping in place and every memory that unlocks, I feel like I’m growing into my true self. It’s the freest I’ve ever felt.
“You’ll never be shackled again, little warrior. Figuratively or literally. Well…not shackled in a bad way.” Tillman’s deep, smooth voice rumbles as he uses the vines around my ankles to bring my knees to my chest. He’s already hard as fuck again and his dick slides deeper with the new angle he’s put me in.
“Fuck…” I groan, closing my eyes.
“That’s exactly what I plan to do until you beg me to stop.”
The sloshing of water startles me awake and I jump in the strong arms wrapped around me. Peeling my eyes open, I realize I’m in my bathroom, naked, cradled against Tillman’s chest.
“Easy, Will, I got you. It’s time to wake up. The others are waiting on us already,” he whispers as he kisses me on my cheek.
“What time is it?” I croak out.
My voice is hoarse, body bruised and sore in the most mouthwatering of ways, but I’m exhausted and feel like everything’s moving in slow motion. There’s no reason for me to be awake right now, the others are more than welcome to come climb in my bed.
“As much as they’d love to do that, we have things to do. It’s almost midmorning. I let you sleep as long as I could,” he says, apology evident in his voice. It isn’t until he sinks down into my bath with me that I notice he’s naked as well, and immediately my greedy libido takes notice of his dick pressing against my ass.
“You sure we have things to do?” I ask sweetly, squirming in his lap.
“Will…” he warns, clutching my hips to stop me. I go to protest, but he shoves a healing vial between my lips, cutting me off.
The cool liquid soothes my raw throat and works its way through the rest of my body. The red marks around my wrist and ankles slowly start fading to barely noticeable blemishes, leaving behind my soft, fair skin. There are a few bruises left behind on my hips, and not going to lie, something about the shape of Tillman’s fingers imprinted on my skin inside of Draken’s mating mark creates some dirty fucking thoughts to cross my mind.
“You sure are listening in quite keenly to my thoughts right now.” I chuckle as Tillman breathes a quiet “fuck” and leans his forehead down on my shoulder.