Page 236 of A Soul to Guide

She was surprised he wasn’t already burying himself within her.

He was still moving against her while licking at her chest, his breaths hotter than usual. Raewyn grabbed a horn to lift his skull head. She didn’t even get the chance to kiss him before he was dragging his tongue across her lips, incessantly tasting them.

“Then be inside me,” she whispered, grabbing the head of his cock to help position it. She felt empty, and it was a new kind of torture that only became known since meeting him. “I need you, too.”

Without wasting a single second, Merikh pulled back to tuck the head of his big purple cock against her entrance. Letting go of one of her thighs to steady himself in his monstrous form, he held the other tightly so he couldslamhis way in until he was buried to the hilt.

Her back snapped into an arch as her head fell back, her curls dragging against the bench.

Raewyn had taken each ridge and his twisted ring with ease, her body already moulded for him over the past few days. It was still snug, she didn’t think that was ever going to change, but it gave her the chance to just enjoy him penetrating her.

His appreciative growl was quiet as he ground deeper, and she gave him a little moan in return.

Then, he pulled back, so she was only taking him three-quarters of the way, before he began thrusting without moving his knot through her. Holding her leg firmly while she held onto his opposing horn, Merikh speared her repeatedly with increasing speed.

Like he couldn’t help himself from being rough and aggressive, he took her with unmerciful passion and need. Raewyn spread her thighs further in welcome, letting herself bounce without care.

Since she’d discovered he liked it when she touched herself, she gripped her breast, and his pants deepened. Too much was happening between her thighs for her to feel much else, but she squeezed her nipple, and his hips quickened their pace.

“Lower,”he rasped.

She moved her hand down, slipping her fingers over his tentacles wrapped around her waist and hips. She petted her clit, making herself cry out louder than before, and his pistoning cock swelled with excitement.

Deep purple sparked.“I like watching you touch yourself with my cock inside you. I want to see you come while I still can.”

Even as she pressed down hard on her clit, Raewyn tried holding back her impending orgasm. She knew what was about to be buried inside her, and she would become nothing but an orgasming mess.

She wanted him wild for it, frantic.

Her orgasm was ripped from her the moment he pushed her thigh forward and changed the angle of their hips. He prodded a single spot over and over again with the head of his cock and his ridges, and Raewyn came in an instant. She removed her hand from her throbbing folds as she spasmed and clenched.

Her breaths turned laboured as she gripped the side of his back plate to hold on through bliss.

“Merikh,” she moaned with trembling lips.

She soaked the back of her dress she was sitting on, and the only thing stopping her from falling off the edge of her golden metal bench was him and his cock.

“That’s it,”he growled, his claws digging deeper into her skin.“You look so pretty when you come on me.”

Then, just as she was softening, she threw her head back and fell against the bench when he shoved in deep and meshed their hips together. Merikh groaned once his knot was buried, gripping the edge near her head as he laid over her.

Instead of speed and long thrusts, he slowed and gave shallow slams. When he pulled back just a little too far, she could tell his knot was already past the point of no return without breaking her.

So was he.

“Feels so good inside you,”he rasped, lost to the pleasure.“You’re so hot and soft around my knot. Fuck, I never want to stop.”

Trapped beneath him as his shoves forced her to bounce, she knew he was gone the moment he laid his head down next to hers. He just mindlessly thrust, rutting into her like a beast, and there was nothing she could do. Raewyn wrapped her arms around his back and held him while trying not to disintegrate beneath him from bliss.

Her moans were loud, sharp, and she buried her head into the side of his neck to take in his soft fur and scent.

“Does it feel good knowing you’re fucking your bride, Merikh?” His answering whimper was hauntingly beautiful, and she dozily smiled against him. “It does, doesn’t it? I’m all yours.”

She liked reminding him. She liked that she was so special to him. She’d grown comfortable swearing during sex because it obviously heightened his pleasure.

So consumed by Merikh and his feral passion, when someone knocked on the door of her laboratory, she couldn’t piece her thoughts back together properly.

“Busy!” she shouted.

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