Page 64 of Fated Exile

"You won't hurt me, Bastian." She kisses me, sliding her legs between mine, and I growl so hard I think I might be a wolf still. Pulling back, she says, "I'm going to get on my hands on knees. You do what feels good for you, and the rest will take care of itself."

I shiver, imagining what it will feel like already. "Okay. I like that."

Delilah smirks. "I thought you would."

She turns around and gets on her hands and knees so fast that I think I might have blacked out for a moment. I'm so hard, and I want to touch myself, so I do for a second but I'm afraid I'll come too soon, and I already did that.

So I get down behind her, kneeling until her body is lined up in front of mine. Delilah spreads her legs and looks over her shoulder, giving me an encouraging smile. "Grab my hips and c'mon in. I know it's going to feel good."

Shuddering, I grab hold of her and bend over her body. I want to see it go in, so I look down. It takes me a bit to line it up right—she's so small, and her body is so perfect to look at. My cock twitcheshard,and I'm afraid I'm going to blow it. But then I grab myself with my hand like I've seen the other guys do and line things up, and when it goes in, it really goesin.

I'm excited, and I know I should go slow, but as her wetness hits me I growl again. Grabbing her waist, I push my hips forward and sink into her.

Delilah cries out, making a sound like I've heard her make for the other guys, her body arching. Her breasts sway beneath her, and they look so good that I lean forward to grab them. This slides my hips until I'm buried all the way inside her and it feelsso much betterthan I could imagine that I have to freeze for a second.

Then she's pulling her hips forward and back, and I can't freeze anymore. Grabbing her hips, I push her down onto the ground and thrust in and out of her body. She's making those moaning and crying sounds, and every time I push inside her I growl.

I know what to do next because Finn took me aside and told me while I was watching Lance. Reaching down, I push my fingers up against her body, right at the edge of her wetness where I enter her, and search until I find it. There's a small, raised nub that makes Delilah's body jerk when I touch it. So I rub it slowly, timing it with my thrusts.

She's saying, "That's good, Bastian, good job. Oh—ah!"

Then she isn't saying anything at all. Her hair sways forward, and my hair falls on her back. I thrust in her so hard that I have to squeeze my eyes shut because it feels too good. I keep rubbing her, remembering how important it is.

Then she leans her head back andscreams,or at least I think it's a scream, except it's high-pitched, and it turns into a howl. Her whole body tightens on mine, and I can't hold back anymore. I know I should try to make it last longer, but my balls tighten up, and I'm panting as I come inside her.

She slams her body back on mine, her wetness clenching and tightening on my shaft. I dig my fingers into her waist and push down into her until we're both prone on the ground.

Grinding my hips deep inside her body, I hold myself there as my release keeps going. Delilah's neck is so close, so I part my lips and sink my teeth in. She whimpers, her body jerking and tightening on mine. I think that means I did a good job.

Then she sighs and relaxes. I want to stay inside her, but I feel like it might be done, so I pull out. Delilah flips around onto her back, sliding her legs open and pulling me down against her. She nuzzles my neck and murmurs, "That was hot, Bastian."

I shiver, hips canting forward. I still feel hard, and she's right there. Moaning, I push inside her and grab her hips, thrusting in again until my balls are tight against her.

Delilah gasps. Kissing her open mouth, I push in and out a few more times, enjoying how I get to see her face and feel her breasts against my chest while I'm inside her. My balls tighten up again, and I sigh, sinking onto her chest and grinding tight as I come inside her a second time. I feel my cum keep going and going, until I'm empty inside.

This time, when it's done, I feel like it's reallydone.The tension leaves me, and I can barely hold myself up. I feel like I'm about to squish her.

As I slide off her and lay down on the ground next to her, holding her soft body against mine, something happens.

The black threads wrap around us, pull tight against our body, and sink in.

My arm itches, and I look down at the runic tattoo there to see that it's flashing with dark, strange energy. Then I feel something in my head, another presence, except it's not dark and terrible. It feels... good.

Blinking, I realize that it's Delilah.

Startled, I ask her, "So that's what it feels like after you orgasm?"

She laughs. "Yes."

"Oh." Snuggling up against her, I admit, "I liked doing that to you. I want to make you do it again."

"I'd enjoy that." She kisses me, reaching down to put a hand on my length, and her brows raise. "You're a little hard again, aren't you?"

I feel heat rise in my cheeks, but there's no denying it. "Yes."

"My god." Pulling her hand away, she shakes her head and smiles. "I'm going to have my work cut out for me, aren't I?"

I don't know what she means.

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