Page 145 of Toxic

"Just a bit longer."

And then I turned onto my back and, in one move, slid my head between his spread thighs.

Now his dick was hanging heavily over my face, so I put my lips around it, sucking on the head, slurping from his dripping slit, licking all the trickles of pre-cum.

Soren lowered his gaze, looking down at me lying beneath him, and his eyes flickered with arousal. "Oh, fuck, gonna fuck your mouth…" he mumbled, and did exactly that.

But the fucking didn’t last long. He made maybe five thrusts down my throat before I felt my mouth fill with his cum—I even managed not to cough.

"I need more, Skye. I need to be filled!" he moaned out. "Dick orgasms are not enough in heat!"

I slid out from under him and turned him onto his back, wanting to look into his face.

He was very red, trembling slightly.

"Please, don’t let me beg, Skye."

"I don’t want you to beg. I’ll give it to you without begging. I just want to enjoy this moment, savor it, seeing you here, in front of me, wanting me, and not pushing me away, as you always do." There was a hint of bitterness in my voice.

Soren swallowed; our eyes locked.

"You know that half of me never wanted to push you away. My heart never pushed you away, Skye! It’s my damn mind."

"I want you to hear this, Soren: I love you. So much that it almost defies logic. It seems like a dream, impossible, and yet it’s true. I love you. I want you to understand that when I become one with you—that it’s not just sex for me, but much more."

"I know, Skye. I feel it. Please… take me then, because I want to give myself to you. You don’t even realize how much I want to fully give myself to you!"

Even though I knew it was the heat talking through him, his words made me happy, just for a second. Then I took his hand and lowered it to my stiff dick.

"Only if you absolutely consent, invite me there."

Soren’s face had an almost tormented expression now as he whispered, "Do you always ask for consent like that?"

"Not before, but with you, I always will. You weren’t asked before, and you should be. You always will be from now on."

There was a moment of silence. Then, with some surprise, I noticed that Soren’s eyes got slightly wet. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "It means the world to me."

At that moment, I recognized that he still wasn’t fully healed from the Don’s situation. The violation of his will had scarred him—his vulnerability, his innocence broken yet again through the act of heat rape. I solemnly promised myself to never enter him without his explicit consent.

But now the heat was fully on, and Soren didn’t want to wait any longer. Without further delay, he pulled my shaft toward him, and the head of my cock plunged into his hole…

Instantly, it was as if an electric current struck me again. As I dived into him, a loud moan escaped both of our throats.

It happened again—that instant orgasm, a stunning bliss that surged through our bodies like a powerful discharge of electricity.

"Fuck, we really are…"

"It’s just a heat orgasm," Soren murmured, panting and shivering in the still lingering wave of pleasure. Even now, he was in denial.

Immersed in pleasure, I started to rock into him, deeply and intensely, pulling back and plunging into him all the way, feeling my pubic bone pressing against his perineum, his clenching, rippling tunnel holding me tight, milking my dick, sucking me in. How good it felt!

I drove into him rhythmically, dynamically, relentlessly, again and again, thrust after thrust, and he came… almost every other minute. He threw his shoulders back behind his head, clenched his eyelids, and a series of continuous squealing sounds came from his mouth. His stiff dick pulsed, spewing white droplets one after another. Soren's body was quickly covered with a thin layer of sweat, tensed like a bow, hips high, drawing me in and submitting to my unrepentant rhythm…

"Be mine, be mine…" I pleaded into his ear, or rather gasped, giving long thrusts with my hips, almost sliding over his skin. My chest rubbed against his hard, swollen nipples, his stiff member brushing against my stomach. "Be mine, be mine, be mine…" I continued my mantra, which I almost involuntarily let out, like some kind of trance incantation.

Soren didn’t respond, only long, guttural grunts escaping his mouth as he reached orgasms, again and again…

I don’t know how long it lasted. Yesterday’s situation repeated itself; in one moment, my fangs came out, and I bit his still mark-free gland. Seconds after, my knot had expanded. Soren made a throaty sound, arched his back, thrashed his head against the pillow, and groaned wildly, immersed deep inpleasure. Our bodies literally oozed sweat, but I did not stop, not for a second. The powerful rut hormones, activated by his heat pheromones, did not let me slow down. I didn’t run out of strength… until his mini-heat was over, about five hours later.

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