Page 37 of Chains of Love

The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I can't help but rock against him, seeking some measure of relief. "Darak, please," I beg, my pride swallowed by the overwhelming need that courses through me.

He chuckles, the sound low and throaty. "As you wish," he says, and there's a tenderness in his voice that I haven't heard before. It's gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more by the raw hunger that seems to consume us both.

With a swift motion, he frees himself from his trousers, the heat of his length pressing against me. I'm slick with wanting him, and as he eases into me, I feel myself stretching toaccommodate him. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless.

The cold air of the mountains nips at my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of Darak's body behind me. His thick, muscled form moves with a primal rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. I can't deny it any longer—I've wanted this, wanted him, since the moment he sliced into my world with his sword and his scowl.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," Darak growls in my ear, his voice a possessive rumble that makes my heart race and my core clench around him. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts into me with an urgency that leaves me breathless.

In one swift motion, he tosses the blanket aside, the cool air a shock against my heated skin. With a strength that leaves me dizzy, he flips me onto my back and hoists me up, impaling me on his cock from beneath. I cry out, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

"Ride me, Liri," he commands, his crimson eyes dark with desire.

I obey, my body moving of its own accord, driven by a need so deep it frightens me. His hands roam over my body, yanking my robes off and pulling my shirt over my head, leaving me bare to the chill and to his gaze.

My nipples harden under the cool air and his heated touch. He reaches up, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

"Fuck, Darak," I scream, my orgasm hitting me like a runaway carriage, waves of pleasure washing over me as I ride out the storm.

His lips curve into a satisfied smirk, but there's a tenderness in his eyes that takes me by surprise. "You're beautiful when youlet go," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

I lean down, our bodies still joined, and capture his lips in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dance together, a tangle of desire and something deeper, something that scares me more than any spell or summoning ever could.

As my body recovers from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I begin to move again, riding Darak with a renewed vigor. His hands grip my ass, guiding my movements.

Darak's hands are like brands on my skin, searing trails of fire wherever they roam. His touch is rough, demanding, and I revel in the way he groans his approval of my body.

"You're so fucking sexy, Liri," he growls, his voice a low vibration that thrums through me, igniting a desperate need.

"Tell me again," I beg, my voice barely a whisper as I ride him, my movements frantic and uncoordinated. I crave the sound of his desire, the raw honesty in his words that makes me feel worshipped and wanted.

He doesn't disappoint. "You're a goddamn vision," he says, his crimson eyes locked onto mine as he sits up, bringing his mouth to my breast. His tongue flicks over my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking harshly and sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.

My body responds instinctively, my hips grinding against him as I moan his name. The sound of our bodies moving together, the wet heat of his mouth on my skin—it's all too much, and yet, not enough.

In one fluid motion, Darak rolls us over, his grip on my hip unyielding as he positions himself above me. His hand finds my throat, not squeezing, but holding me in place as he drives into me with a fierce intensity that steals my breath.

The new position allows him to thrust even deeper, the sensation bordering on pain, but I welcome it, my bodystretching to accommodate his as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"More," I gasp, my voice a hoarse plea that he's all too happy to obey. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up even further as he plunges into me with a wild abandon that leaves me shaking.

Each thrust is a claiming, a wordless declaration of possession that sends me spiraling towards the edge once more. I can feel the bond between us pulsing with energy, our desires and emotions intertwined in a dizzying dance that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

"Darak," I cry out, my body tightening around him as another orgasm builds within me. His name on my lips seems to spur him on, his pace relentless as he chases his own release.

With a final, deep thrust, he finds it, his body shuddering against mine as he lets out a guttural growl that echoes in the stillness of the night. I feel him pulsing inside me, the sensation drawing out my own climax until I'm left trembling and spent beneath him.

He releases my leg, lowering himself onto his elbows to avoid crushing me as he catches his breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat, our hearts beating in synchrony as we lay there, joined together in the most intimate of ways.

"Liri," he murmurs, his voice soft, almost reverent as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. It's a stark contrast to the fervor of our lovemaking, and it leaves me feeling vulnerable.

"I think we're all warmed up," I respond breathlessly.

My chest is still heaving, trying to catch up with everything that just happened, and despite filling me with his seed, his attention is drawn to my breasts. With a growl, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and teases me. I whimper with need.

"Already eager for more?" he teases as he switches to the other.

I arch my back, trying to get closer to him. "I have a sexual appetite the size of an army," I confess before moaning loudly.

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