Page 41 of Abalim

He pulled back.

She cried out at the loss.

“By the God An, you’re sofrukinggorgeous,” he groaned, fingering her swollen folds. “Give me your hand.”

Wrapping his strong fingers around her wrist, he pulled it from her breast and brought it between her thighs.

“Show me, Lisa,” he growled. “I want to know how you pleasure yourself.”

Lisa took in a shaky breath at his stern command. Shock and eagerness warred as he pressed her fingers into the wet heat between her thighs. She’d never been put in this position before. None of her previous lovers had ever cared what ramped up her sexual cravings. Especially after she’d already found her release. “What?”

“I yearn to know the best way to pleasure you.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and pushed away from her.

The sight of his magnificent naked body with his jutting erection was the perfect display of male dominance.

“Show me what you like. Then I’ll give you what we both need.”

Yes, please.

With tentative fingers, she obeyed. Circling her clit, she then rubbed over it, before running her fingers down the slick slit. She parted her nether lips and watched as his eyes were trained on her every movement. Gaining confidence, she rubbed over the entrance to her body before pushing a finger inside. She whimpered. Her mouth watered at the sight of his fingers easing over the thick flesh of his wide cock as he fisted it.

With a lowered, leering gaze, he stroked himself.

He was teasing her. The rat bastard had to know what he was doing to her. Well, two could play that game. She teased back.

Lisa pumped her fingers inside, massaging her clit. Groaning, she watched each rounded stroke Abalim made over his hard erection. She pulled her fingers out. Her juices glistened on her fingertips. She held her hand out to offer him the treat.

“By the nine galaxies, Lisa.” He blanketed his torso over hers.

She sighed as his weight settled on her, bringing in his musky, tantalizing scent with each breath she took.

When his full lips parted, she slid her fingers inside the heat of his mouth.

When she pulled her fingers out, he pushed the head of his erection through her parted folds in one successful stroke, stretching her.

It’d been a long time since Lisa had a lover, and him burrowing into her was almost more than she could handle. “Abalim, oh my God, you feel so good.” She lifted herself to her elbows, parting her thighs. “Yes, that’s it.” Eager for him, she wanted him hard and fast. Deep and strong.

He pressed into her, and his hard muscular thighs pushed her legs wider, holding her open.

Lisa watched his impressive girth slide into her, inch by glorious inch. He’d pull out, and she’d catch a brief glimpse of his dick’s glistening dark skin before he flexed his hips to make it disappear back into her.

With each stroke, electricity blazed inside her. Erotic pleasure scraped over every nerve ending and left a trail of heat behind. Her sex drew tight with the need to release with each stroke he made inside her. Inch by glorious inch, her tender flesh throbbed. Gripping his shoulders, she hung on for dear life. After each thrust, a glittering vortex of pleasure ramped up, so intense she was terrified it’d steal her soul.

Lisa had written many love scenes in her career, but she’d never personally enjoyed the fantasies she committed to paper. What she and Abalim experienced went far beyond anything she dreamed of for her romances. Her imagination was a source of pride, but this was far beyond anything she could ever dream up.

“Ah, my inkheart.” His hips jerked and bucked, filling her with the last inches of his steel cock.

He grabbed the globes of her ass and lifted her, keeping them joined on the soft bed of leaves and linen. The action caused him to rest deeper inside. Lifting her legs through the crooks of his arms, he circled his hips, hitting her pleasure center with each bump.

Lisa’s inner core flexed, her womb clenching hard. Broken cries escaped her lips as Abalim moved in earnest. Slow at first, the easy strokes building the smoldering need inside her. Like a fire being coaxed into existence with each breath by a master. The burn started at her toes and all too soon soared to the tip of her head. She writhed, staring at him in dazed ecstasy as his movements became harder. Faster. More intent.

His expression twisted until it turned into a taut, savage line of lust. Peering through his thick lashes, his dark eyes glistened with an intense need. A rivulet of sweat beaded down the side of his temple.

He made love to her with heavy, hard strokes. Impaling her with a rapture destined to fill her senses until nothing else was real.

“Abalim!” Lisa cried, struggling beneath him. She ached. She yearned. She couldn’t take much more. It was beyond heat, beyond the volcanic thrill of a roaring fire. It transcended mere fulfillment.

Torn apart by the need ripping through her, the upcoming exhilaration building inside her expanded with each plunge of his unyielding cock.

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