Page 20 of His Mate

It was too intense.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t do anything except surrender.

The sensation was overwhelming, all-consuming, and for a moment, I felt like I was floating, drifting through the air like ashes on the wind, and then before I could even think to stop it, another orgasm ripped through me with the power of a tidal wave.

I screamed, my body trembling, every muscle in my body straining, but the wolf didn’t slow, didn’t stop.

He kept pounding into me, his pace never faltering, his cock pistoning in and out of me, faster, harder, deeper, each stroke sending a fresh surge of pleasure tearing through me, and Ididn’t know how much more I could take, didn’t know how much longer I could last, but it didn’t matter.

Because none of this was up to me.

And even if it was, I didn’t know if I would even put a stop to it. One orgasm bled into the next, the sensations whirling through my body like a tornado, ripping me apart and threatening to never put me back together again. There was no fighting it.

There was simply surrender.

His fingers pressed down on my clit, and I threw my head back, writhing against him as I lost control completely. The sound that tore free from my lips was somewhere between a moan and a scream, the sensation of his touch mingling with the overwhelming pleasure radiating from the depths of my core, and suddenly, the agonizing ecstasy was too much.

My body went rigid, every muscle tensing, and then the world around me erupted in a brilliant white light, the intensity of my orgasm threatening to consume me whole.

I was floating, falling, spinning, and everything else seemed to fall away until there was only me, him, and nothing else. Pain and pleasure transformed into one intoxicating sensation and there was nothing for me to do but to take what he was giving me.

And take it I did.

I didn’t know how much more I could take, and yet, still, he didn’t stop.

The pleasure was indescribable, almost unbearable, and yet, I didn’t want it to end, and that caused a spiral of shame to rock through me to the core.

I was a human.

He was awolf.

I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying the way his thick, throbbing shaft plunged into my pussy, sending a fresh surge of ecstasy crashing through me.

I wasn’t supposed to like the feeling of his balls slapping against my skin with each thrust.

I wasn’t supposed to enjoy the way his fingers dug into my flesh, his claws threatening to break the surface.

But I was.

I was enjoying every second of it.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his knot expanding, stretching me even wider, and then without warning, his grip tightened on my clit, his claws digging into the sensitive nub, and the sensation was enough to send me over the edge once more.

My inner walls clamped around him tightly, the muscles in my thighs shaking uncontrollably, and I could feel his cock twitching, the muscles in his legs trembling as he thrust into me over and over again.

I don’t know how many times I came after that.

It was all a blur, a haze of pleasure and pain, a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, and all I could do was hang on for dear life. His pace was relentless, unyielding, and it was all I could do to hold myself together, to keep from shattering into a million pieces.

The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming, and even as another orgasm ripped through me with the force of a lightning strike, I could still feel him inside me, his cock throbbing, pulsing, his knot swelling, and I knew, deep down, that he was getting close.

I could hear it in his breathing, the low, rumbling growl that emanated from his throat, the way his claws dug into my hip, his grip tightening, his pace never faltering, and the thought terrified and exhilarated me.

His pace was brutal, relentless, and I lost myself in the sensation of everything that was him. His scent swirled around me, enveloping me, and I could feel his presence everywhere, his power, his strength, the raw, primal need that fueled him.

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