Page 24 of Gift from the Stone

A deep, guttural moan falls from my lips as I push against his hand, wanting him deeper. I can’t form a lucid sound, just wanton cries and moans.

“I have to get you ready for me, then I’ll give you what you want, sweetness. Just come on my tongue one more time.”

The mixture of promise and command in his tone already has the pressure of my second release building. Every pump, curl, lick, bite, he knows every move to make me fall apart for him. When he reaches up with his other hand and pinches my nipple between his thumb and finger, that sweet sting of pain sends me tumbling into blissful ecstasy, coming apart completely in seconds.

I watch through hooded eyes as he pulls his sweatpants off, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants, and the sheer size of him has my pussy clenching in anticipation. I need him, want him, crave him.

I’m greedy for him.

Crawling up my body, he leaves a trail of searing kisses, stopping short of my lips.

“There’s no going back after this, Willow. Are you sure?”

It takes all the mental strength I have to break through the lustful haze to form a logical sentence, but I finally breathe.

“I’m gonna spend forever with you.”

A seductive smile takes over his face as he sits back on his heels and lines himself up at my entrance. He slowly pushes the head of his cock in and out of me. It’s a tight squeeze and I whimper at the mixture of pleasure and pain.

I need him fully seated in me, but damn, I don’t think he’s going to fit.

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet. Open up for me, little wanderer. You were made perfectly for me, including this tight little pussy.” His dirty words cause another flood of desire to course through me, and my body relaxes.

Pumping in and out slowly, I can feel my walls contracting around him, trying to suck him in deeper as he stretches me so fucking deliciously. It feels so perfect and I’m hungry for more.

Lifting my hips, I rock against him, hard and fast, causing him to fully slam himself inside me. When I cry out, he lets out a surprised hiss that’s followed by a deep groan that has my entire body shivering.

I’m so damn full. I feel him everywhere.

“So impatient for me. Are you okay, sweetness?” he asks through gritted teeth. He’s holding himself back, but I don’t want that. I want it all, everything he’s got.

“Give me all of you, Draken.”

His control comes crashing down as he pulls almost all the way out then slams back into me in one stroke, stealing the air from my lungs. But I’m so wet for him, there’s no resistance. He glides in and out easily. Just like he said, my pussy is perfectly made for him.

I meet him thrust for thrust as the room fills with the sound of our bodies slamming together and my screams of pleasure. Energy is cracking around the room. Every thrust of his hips feels like fire slithering across my skin.

Caging me in with his body, all I can see is him. He’s all I smell, all I taste. He’s everywhere, everything, imprinting on the very essence of my soul. Washing away every bad experience I’ve ever encountered and replacing it with the pleasure he’s pounding into my body.

The sensation is a whirlwind of heat and need, an intoxicating blend of surrender and dominance. I’m giving my body and soul over to him willingly, and he’s owning every piece of it, protecting it, putting it back together.

He peppers me in kisses, strokes my hair from my face, and worships every inch of my body he can lay his hands and mouth on. I wrap my legs around him tightly and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if to merge us into a single entity.

Our bodies gravitate, drawn together by an unspoken force that defies the limits of any normal relationship, and I can feel heat building in my chest, my bond begging to be set free.

“Fuck, you’re everything. Come with me, Willow.” He breathes my name like a prayer and as if my body’s his to command, I fall right over the edge as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me.

He grunts, slamming into me one more time, his body shaking as he holds me in place by my hips and fills me with his cum.

Blinding light flashes between the two of us and the bond shooting out of my chest into Draken’s is so powerful my back arches off the bed. It steals both of our breaths as we feel it snap in place, leaving a single wisp of red rope connecting my heart to his.

Laying his forehead on mine as we both pant, our breaths fill the space between us, and the rope attaching us dims, settling in its new homes. A lightness fills Draken’s eyes like a piece of him was missing all along and now he’s whole.

“You feed my very soul, Willow. Every part of me burns for you, and I’ll singe the fabric of this realm to make sure you’re always mine. You’re my home, and I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I will always be yours, for eternity. I’ll give you all of me forever, Draken. I love you.” Tears fill my eyes as I run both of my hands up his arms, his neck and cup his cheeks.

Pulling him down to meet my lips, it’s a devouring feast of emotions and desires, leaving us wanting, needing, yearning for more. I can feel him growing hard inside of me, ready to worship my body all over again.

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