Page 15 of New Year with the Cartel

A moment later, he captured my wrists in his large hands, pinning them above my head as he settled his weight overme. The pressure of his body against mine was delicious, an addictive ache that made me squirm beneath him.

"Fendwyr," I gasped, arching up into him. "Please, are you..."

I didn't even know what I was asking for, but he seemed to understand. His lips found my neck, my throat, trailing hot kisses along the sensitive skin. I tilted my head back, baring myself to him fully as a needy moan escaped me.

"Yes, just like that," he purred, his voice vibrating against my flesh. "You're so responsive, so perfect for me."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me, and I could feel the evidence of my arousal growing, pressing urgently against the confines of my pants. Fendwyr chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to palm me through the fabric.

"You're dripping already," he observed, his fingers stroking along my length. "So wet for me, so eager. Just the way I like it."

I whimpered, my hips bucking up. I couldn't help it, couldn't control the way my body reacted to him. He was igniting a fire inside me, a hunger that demanded to be sated, and it needed to happen now.

"Please," I begged again, not even caring how needy I sounded. And, yes, it sounded ridiculous, but I couldn't control it. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I really need to feel you inside me."

He groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. "And you will," he promised. "But first, I want to taste you. I want to worship every inch of your body with my mouth."

I gasped as he pushed my shirt up and off, baring my torso to his hungry gaze. He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of me laid out before him like a feast.

"Magnificent," he breathed, his hands trailing over my skin, mapping every contour. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me so tight."

His words made me shudder, my body clenching with anticipation. But then his mouth was on me, hot and demanding as he licked a stripe up my chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around my nipple.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through me. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin as he lavished attention on the sensitive peak. It was too much, too intense, and I could feel myself spiraling towards the edge already.

"Fendwyr," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm going to... I'm so close already." And I couldn't believe I was so close despite this having started no more than a few minutes ago.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Hmm, no shame in that. Just do what feels natural to you."

And after saying that, he moved lower, his mouth trailing down my stomach, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin just above my hip bones. I was panting now, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

When his hand slid into my pants, wrapping around my aching cock, I nearly screamed. The sensation was overwhelming, the feel of his calloused palm against my most intimate flesh. He stroked me firmly, his thumb rubbing over the weeping tip in a way that had me seeing stars.

"So, come for me," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "Show me how much you want this, how much you need me."

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a ragged cry, I tumbled over the edge, my release crashing through me like a tidal wave. I convulsed beneath him, my body wracked with pleasure as I spilled myself into his hand.

Fendwyr groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched me come undone. "It's a beautiful thing to beexperiencing," he praised, pumping my cock through the aftershocks. "You're so beautiful when you let go like that."

I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and sated in the aftermath of my climax. But even as I drifted into the haze of pleasure, I could feel a renewed ache beginning to build deep inside me.

Because as good as that had been, it wasn't enough. Not when Fendwyr was still hard and heavy against me, his desire evident in every line of his body.

"I still need you to do one thing for me," I whispered, my throat feeling like it was clogged with sand. "Please, Fendwyr. I want to feel you inside me."

He shuddered, his eyes flaring with a predatory light. "And you will," he promised darkly. "I'm going to fill you up so deep, you'll feel me for days."

I moaned at the thought, my body already beginning to respond, to ache for him once more. He kissed me then, hard and deep, swallowing my cries as he ground his hips against mine.

I could feel the thick length of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he took me, before he claimed me in the most primal way possible.

And I couldn't wait. I wanted it, craved it with a ferocity that shocked even me. I needed to be his, needed to feel him moving inside me, filling me up so completely that there would be no doubt about who I belonged to.

"I'm yours," I breathed against his lips, my voice trembling with need. "Take me, Fendwyr. Make me yours."

He groaned, the sound rough and guttural as he captured my mouth in another searing kiss. And then, finally, blessedly, he was pushing inside me, his thick cock parting my flesh and sinking deep into my waiting heat.

I cried out, my body arching up to meet him, to take him even deeper. He was so big, so hard, and I could feel every inch of him as he stretched me open, filling me up so completely that I felt like I might split in two.

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