Page 147 of A Soul to Guide

Her cry was cut short, the breath knocked out of her, as Merikh pistoned. His thrusts were fast, hard, and unrelenting, but even when she stopped squeezing him and went lax in his arms, he didn’t stop.

Remaining inside the heaven of her, he rolled them, shoved her back to the bed, grabbed her thighs from underneath, and spread them wide as he wildly thrust.

A groan mixed in with his permanent snarl.

Finally,he was getting speed. Finally, he was getting depth and hard slams. Finally, he was obeying the nagging need of his hips to pound into the naughty little Elf who had been driving him crazy.

I’m going to fuck her senseless. I’m going to fuck her until she can’t think of anything else but my cock. Until she can do nothing but cry and beg for me to stop. Until the only thing she can scream is my name.

He gazed down at the female, who had an angelic white halo of hair around her head, and yet her spread pussy being railed by a monster said she was a nymph. Her face looked guileless, cute and innocent, yet her lips were parted and moaning like a bitch in heat around his purple cock.

She was perfectly misaligned.

A contradiction.

Scalding him as much as she was soothing him, his salvation as much as his demise.

The image of her burned deep within his mind, winding him into a frantic, twisted ache.

His cock swelled within her as he pulsated, leaking a heavy drop of precum.I want to mark her in my scent.

When Merikh had entered her, he’d taken back his shared sight. Raewyn was thankful for that.

She didn’t think she would be able to handle watching herself through his eyes, not with the way she was under him.

Not with the way he’d lifted her backside completely off the bed and spread her legs apart so he could freely thrust into her. Her upper back and head were the only things still laying down, and she could feel her breasts bouncing wildly.

She knew what her face looked like right then, feverish with desire, flushed, sweat-slicked, incapable of having a coherent thought beyond her pleasure, both amazed and stupefied by how fast he was going and how good it felt.

Her brows were furrowed in bliss, her lips parted to moan. Her eyes were crinkled as she tried to survive this sudden onslaught.

Her curls were caught underneath her head and shoulders, but they helped make her quick, back-and-forth slides easier. He was mostly holding her in place, but she constantly rebounded. She was naked, completely exposed to him.

Honestly, she feared she looked like a drooling mess.

Raewyn revelled in it. He hadn’t stopped thundering out a growl, and the very sound of it washed over her and tickled the most sensitive places on her body. Her pussy, her clit, her nipples, her ears.

His cinnamon and orange scent was drowning her, and she greedily took it in. His body was so warm, it relaxed her all the way to her very core for his pounding, from theinside.

She adored the way his tentacles constantly wanted to wrap over her hips and around her waist. They were lengthy, and it felt like a cuddle, even though he was so far away.

He was so thick and long that she was filled to capacity. There wasn’t a place inside he wasn’t touching, wasn’t petting, and her poor G-spot was being wonderfully annihilated.

Yet his lubricant didn’t make her feel like she was being chaffed. Everything was slippery, and the only thing they had to fight through was her tightness against his impossible size.

It wasn’t long before she knew he was about to screw her into another mind-shattering orgasm.

She couldn’t hold back her cries as they became more erratic. Her toes curled, her feet arched, and Raewyn searched for something to hold onto.

Pain lanced her hands when she tried to grip the only part of him she could grasp: his forearms.

Any pain in her palms disappeared in a cool rush of red magic that glittered in her sight.

Raewyn gasped, her eyes widening in distress when he yanked his shaft from her. A sob broke from her at the loss. She didn’t mean to hurt her hands! She didn’t want him to stop because of it.

There was no chance for her to make a complaint, for her to plead for him.

Within seconds, she was turned over onto her stomach, dragged back so her arse was in the air, and she was devouring his cock again. She pushed up onto straightened arms and, with the underside of her perky breasts jostling from his thrusts, she turned her head to the side.

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