Page 48 of Keeping Freya
“But I attacked you like a wild animal!”
Fr’Ya must register the horror I feel because she palmsmy cheek. “Hey now, take it easy. We were both pretty out of it with lust last night. Maybe something in the air on this side of the planet? I don’t know. But what I do know is that it was amazing and you did not do anything I didn’t want you to.”
“I… I did not?”
“No, big guy, you did not. Don’t you remember how many climaxes you gave me?”
“But you were not yourself.”
She shrugs. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want those things to happen. You didn’t force me to do anything, and we didn’t take it any further than what we already did.” Her thumb brushes my cheek. “I’m good, big guy. Promise.”
“Truly?” I marvel at how strong she is; my mate is perfect in every way.
She shuffles closer to me and gives me a soft kiss. “Truly.”
After that first kiss comes another, and another. And before I know it, I’m hard and she’s writhing against me. I kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck. “I want to kiss you all over.”
Fr’Ya moans softly in response. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”
I gently take her left hand and roll our bodies over, so she’s under me. Our eyes never break contact as she stretches her arms above her head and arches her back.
I kiss her collarbone. “This looks like an excellent place to start.” She giggles, and I continue. Methodically, I kiss every curve and every hollow of her body. Every mark on her skin is a testament to her strength. Her body shows her resilience, her courage. She did not give up; she fought her way out. The bond pulses, the possibility of our connection hanging in the air. It could be so strong, if only…
Fr’Ya moans, and it takes my dark thoughts away. I meant what I said earlier. I will take anything she gives me. Andright now, I should be focusing on worshipping her body, not losing her soul.
My tongue traces the dip of her hips, and she grabs my horns, moaning my name. I cannot get enough of the taste of her sweet cunt, and I bring her to her peak. Again, and again. When I have had my fill, I kiss my way back up her body to claim her lips.
She clings to me, pulling me against her, writhing under me. I am lying between her legs, my cock dangerously close to her opening. Fr’ya folds her legs around my waist, and my cock glides through her folds. I clench my teeth and rest my forehead against hers, whispering her name.
“It’s okay,” she says. “You just feel so good. Those ridges.” She pants, and I kiss her again. My cock is now lining up against her entrance. Fr’Ya moans and sweat drips down my temples. The amount of control I am exuding is a level I have never needed.
“Just a little bit,” she whimpers. “Just the tip.”
“Are you sure? If any…”
“Yes, I’m sure!” she shouts, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist. The movement pulls me in, and we both groan when I slip inside of her—just a little bit.
I am breathing hard, trying to keep absolutely still. My arms are trembling, and Fr’Ya turns her head to kiss my forearm.
“You feel so good.”
My ridges start moving at those words, making her gasp for breath. “T’Rak! Your ridges.”
I cannot speak anymore, I close my eyes and prepare to pull back, when she pushes against my ass. Instead of pulling out, I thrust into her. My eyes fly open, and she caresses my cheek.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Are you…”
“YES, Big guy, take the win and fuck me.”
The desire to start rutting into her is overwhelming, but I know I will not last very long, and this is about her as much as it is about me.
Carefully, I thrust a little bit deeper, pull out, and thrust again. It feels like my body knows exactly what to do, and I have learned what pleases my mate over the past days.
When she makes those little sounds, I know whether to give her more or draw it out. Right now, her body tells me she wants more. I claim her mouth in a tender kiss when I am finally fully buried in her tight heat, our eyes lock. She smiles and pulls me in for another kiss.
“You can let go now,” she whispers, kissing me again.
