Page 148 of A Soul to Guide

“Like this?” she asked in surprise, as each breath was shunted out of her by a slamming thrust.

Doggy-style wasn’t the most ‘romantic’ position, and she couldn’t believe someone had put her in it for their first time.

The sharp, pained cry that came from her next was one of complete and utter delight. His claws scraped her scalp as he shoved his fingers into her coily curls, fisted them, and yanked her head back until she was barely able to touch the bed with her fingertips.

“Someone doesn’t know how to keep her fucking hands to herself,” he snarled directly into her ear.

Raewyn clenched around him, the delicious pain and his rough snarl twisting her mind into fraying rope. She poked her tongue forward, like that would help her to breathe through her pathetic pants.

He was so spikey and dangerous right now, and she bet he looked like a menacing creature behind her, all puffed out and scary.

She wasn’t afraid, not when she was too busy wringing her next orgasm. He was being so rough, going so hard and fast. Liquid gushed, and the squelching between them intensified.

“Merikh,” she moaned, never having been taken this forcibly before.

Raewyn didn’t have many inhibitions, but any she did have had long been thrown out the window. Cave entrance? She thought they’d been thrown so far that not even the Veil could find it.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Licking across her ear and causing goosebumps to shiver throughout her entire body, he rumbled in a gruff, raw voice, “You seem to like my cock.”

Likeit? Raewyn wasadoringit.

Sheknewthose ridges would feel just as divine inside her as they had teasing her from the outside. With him pulling back so far, they stimulated her all the way along, with textured waves against her most sensitive places. They rubbed her tender aches and had her squirming beneath him.

The base of one tentacle had slipped between the sopping wet mess of her lips, drenched in both their fluids, and it grazed along her clit.

Her mind struggled to accept she was taking something like this. He was so hard that her body was forced to give way, and yet he was so soft on the outside that it didn’t feel like she was being assaulted by stone.

He was the perfect texture, heat, wetness to turn Raewyn into a needy ache who just wanted more, more, until she was so raw that she couldn’t stand it.

The only thing missing was that she wanted him deeper. She wanted to feel how thoroughly he was taking her by how hard his hips slapped against her thighs. She wanted to be swallowed up by his tentacles and learn how far they could reach.

She wanted to know what that ring kissing at the lips around her entrance would do, what it would feel like, if it, too, was inside her.

There was no relief, no chance for her to calm down and think, just Merikh and his desire to ease whatever pent-up frustration was inside him. Was he always this domineering?

“Harder,” she demanded.

She didn’t care if it meant he split her in two, if he broke her. Raewyn needed more.

He pulled on her hair until she was forced up to her knees, and the pitiful mewl that came from her only gave away how much she relished it. She’d always liked biting and scratching, but she’d never had someone almost threaten to pull her hair out to know sheneededsomething like this.

He pulled until her ear was next to the side of his bony snout, and she could feel his entire thick body against her back and jiggling bottom.

“Harder?” he asked. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and bit on it, second guessing her demand. Maybe she shouldn’t poke the bear while he was already pounding her. “Like this?”

Then he gave her exactly what she wanted, and any tension she had left in her body melted. She gave herself over for him to hold, to support, to do what he wanted as she just took it. If he let go of her hair, she’d fall on her face.

The sounds that came out were incoherent moans, gasps, and cries, and she didn’t care to try to make them out. Raewyn was gone, and she was absolutely fine with that.

With deep, feral grunts that matched every time he hit the end of her, Merikh moved his free hand from her hip. Then, he cupped the side of her head with her lips resting in his palm.

“From the first moment I saw your beautiful face, I wanted you,” he rasped, before his claws dug into her flesh like he wanted to cut her apart. Then he drew them down her neck, her chest, catching a nipple along the way with a sharp sting. He dug them into the thatch of hair on her pubic mound. “I didn’t know you had such a greedy hole. Otherwise, I may have tried to fuck it sooner.”

His groan was haunting when she started coming, her body agreeing with him in tight spasms.

“It feels so good when you do that,” he said, his hips jerking and losing their rhythm when he thickened within her. “Your cunt is so wet and hungry, it keeps trying milk my cock. Should I give it what it wants?”

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