Page 84 of Mane Squeeze
And then he began to move.
Long, slow thrusts that had her breath breaking in sobs. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip, then slid back in with a groan that sounded like it came from his bones.
Her pussy welcomed him with greedy squeezes, wet and hot and pulsing with every stroke.
The bed creaked under them, each thrust driving her higher. His cock dragged along every hypersensitive nerve inside her, grinding just right against her swollen clit when he rolled his hips forward.
Lillith couldn't think. Couldn’t speak. She could onlyfeel—the obscene slick sounds of their bodies meeting, the sharp slapof his skin against hers, the sweat dampening his chest where it pressed to hers.
She clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, pulling him in deeper. “Don’t stop. Please. Just like that—fuck—just like that.”
“You love how my cock feels, don’t you?” His voice was a snarl against her ear. “You love how I stretch your sweet little pussy open.”
“Yes—yes—fuck, yes,” she gasped, writhing beneath him as another sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her core.
He slammed into her harder, pace building, driving his cock in deep and fast now. The head of it kissed something deep inside her—something that made her legs shake and her stomach coil.
“That’s it,” he growled, rutting into her like the beast beneath his skin was slipping loose. “Clench around me like that again and I’m gonna lose it.”
“Then fucking lose it,” she panted, grabbing his face and kissing him savagely. “I want all of you. All of it. I want your cum leaking out of me, mixing with the magic. I want tofeelit.”
Dominic's control fractured.
He braced himself over her, muscles straining, sweat rolling down his temple as he fucked her hard and deep. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nails leaving trails of red down his back, and her cries—gods, hercries—they drove him feral.
“I want to come around your cock,” she moaned, nearly sobbing with how close she was. “I need you filling me while I fall apart?—”
“Then ask me,” he snarled, biting her earlobe. “Ask me to ruin you.”
She tilted her head, baring her neck. Not for a kiss.
For a claim.
Her voice shook with the force of what she was about to do.
“Mark me.”
“Lillith,” he growled, voice wrecked. “You know what that means.”
“I do. I want it. I want to belong to you. Ichoosethis.”
He reared back slightly, eyes glowing gold, his magic rising like heatwaves off his skin. Then his mouth descended, slow and savage, and he bit—just above her hip.
Her cry echoed through the room.
Pleasure tore through her like spellfire. Her magic detonated beneath her skin as his teeth sank in, deep enough to draw blood, deep enough tobind.
Power rushed through her veins like starlight, lacing into his magic as he fucked her harder, the rhythm frantic now. She gripped his back, her nails raking down his shoulders as climax built again, fierce and unavoidable.
“Mine,” he growled, still buried inside her. “You’re mine now. Forever.”
“Then take it,” she screamed, shuddering as her orgasm slammed into her. “Take all of me.”
Light burst from the bite mark—gold and dusk and violet-tinged spellcraft. His cock throbbed deep inside her, and she felt his magic thread into her womb, her spine, her soul.
He roared as he came, spilling inside her, cock jerking as their magic sealed the bond. She felt every pulse of him, not just in her body, but in herspirit. The mark flared again—a glowing rune etched into her skin like molten gold.
She shook beneath him. Trembling. Glorious.
