Page 80 of Taken By the Alpha Priest

Just…fuck,fuck, overwhelming pleasure…

He pushes inside in one fluid motion, and I feel him slot into place like he belongs there, endorphins surging through me as the adrenaline of preparation gives way to euphoria.

“You’re so…so tight,” he murmurs as my pussy clenches desperately around his knot. His lips part and he rocks against me, making us both moan. “Fuck, Tilda…”

It’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced–the depth to which I’ve taken him, the heaviness, how fucking full I am of him. He’s not even moving, but it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.

He draws a knee up, notching it under my ass–then the other joins it. I’m tilted up toward him now, and he reaches down to gather me into his arms to straddle him. It puts even more pressure on me, my pussy clenching uncontrollably, and Reyes groans into my ear.

“You okay?” he grits out.

“Better than okay,” I breathe.

He starts to roll his hips–a subtle motion with devastating effect. It’s like I’m living in both our bodies at once as I feel him closer than ever, our heartbeats falling into the same pounding rhythm. He gets faster, thrusting up into me, bottoming out against my cervix.

“Reyes,” I gasp.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbles, kissing my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. “...got you…”

I groan, curling my fingers against his shoulders. I clench his knot inside me, squeezing. And then…

He lets out a guttural sound that’s more animal than man and he loses control completely.

Reyes rocks his hips up, up–obliterating any sense I had of reality, of anything but his body entwined with mine. The bed creaks and our breath fills the room, heavy and jagged. His hands are on my ass, spreading me for him, claws biting into my flesh.

“Mate…” he stutters. A few words slip out in Spanish, like he himself doesn’t know what he’s saying. “I can’t…hold on…”

Neither can I–nor can I speak. I hold him tight, tilting my hips toward him, taking him. “Give it to me,” I finally wrench out in a primal snarl.

And he does.

Reyes muffles his roar against my shoulder as he pumps his spend inside me, filling me up. The knot keep everything inside, liquid heat warming my hips, my lower belly. I scratch at his shoulders as the pleasure keeps coming…because it’s still there, like his cum is dragging it out.

He rolls his hips experimentally, but he’s still lodged inside. I like it that way—feeling him so close, like a full-body embrace. Reyes rolls to his side and takes me with him, where I curl one leg over his hip. He trails a big hand down my side, over my hip, pulling me in snugly against him.

“How long will it be like this?” I whisper.

“I don’t know,” he says. He presses a kiss to my neck, his tongue flicking over my pulse. One day, he’ll bite me there, and I’ll find another place to mark him. Not tonight, though…later. “Chances are I’ll come inside you again before we’re free.”

I chuckle. “I don’t know if there’s any more room.”

He reaches between us and flicks my clit as he runs his fingers along my thighs, where we’re still knotted together. It’s strange to feel him glide his fingers along my pussy…to really understand how I’ve stretched to accommodate him. Taking the opportunity, I glance down and feel a rush of satisfaction seeing where his massive cock is buried to the hilt, his finger toying with my clit.

“You made this seem awful, but…” I pause as a rush of pleasure floods through me, his cock twitching in response. “Oh fuck.”

He smirks. “That good, huh?”

“Mmhm.”

“It didn’t hurt?”

I bite my lip. “Only in the ways I like.”

He kisses me hard and full, his tongue thrusting past my lips. I can already feel him getting hard again, and his eyes are hooded with lust as he pulls back.

“Good,” he says. “Because I think I’d like to do that again.”

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