Page 79 of His Claim
“I wantyour big, fat, beautiful cockinsidemy pussy,” I said, my voice a little louder this time, a little more confident, but I could feel my cheeks burning brighter with heat.
“Good girl,” he praised, his thumb stroking myinner thigh, but instead of climbing over me and taking me like I needed, his mouth dropped between my thighs again and settled directly on my clit. His tongue flicked it back and forth, driving me wild and making me buck my hips as I suffered through my risingdesire. I tried to hold back, tried not to come, but he was driving me fucking wild.It was impossible to hold back. He drove his tongue inside of me, then his fingers were there, thrusting deep and stroking my insides, hitting that secret spot inside me that made me see stars. I felt myself clenching around him, my body shaking with the force of it.
“Varek!” I cried out, my back arching. “I’m going to come!”
“Good girl. It’ll be the first of many. I’m going to wear you out with my tongue so well before I make you take every last inch of my cock,” he rasped, his words vibrating against my clit, and that was all it took.
I shattered, my body convulsing, the orgasm ripping through me so hard I saw white. I cried out, my hands gripping his hair so tightly I was sure I must be hurting him, but he didn’t seem to mind. Pure bliss soared through me, furrowing deep inside my soul and turning me inside out. I moaned. I begged. I cried out, but he didn’t stop. Instead, his mouth zeroed in on my throbbing clit once more, forcing me up higher into the clouds and making me take every last ounce of pleasure he could wring from my trembling body.
Still, he didn’t stop.
Again and again, he drove me to the edge and over, until my legs were shaking uncontrollably and I could barely breathe. It was a sweet, agonizing torture, and I never wanted it to end. When I finally came down, I was boneless, my body limp and spent, my mind an endless haze of sheer euphoria.I felt as though I’d been drugged, my thoughts scattered and sluggish, my body humming with a steady thrum of satisfaction.
He kissed me again, his mouth gentle against mine, his tongue sweeping in to claim me once more. I could taste myself on him, musky and sweet, and I could feel him hard and ready against my thigh.
“I’m not done with you, little wolf. I’ve decided that I’m not just going to enjoy your pussy. I’m going to take that tight little ass too. I want both of your pretty holes sore from my big cock,” he warned, and I keened with both aroused excitement and teeming exhaustion. The thought of being so thoroughly claimed again, taken in both places, had my body clenching in anticipation.
He pulled himself up onto the ledge and climbed over me, pressing my back down flat on the stone. His cock nudged against my inner thigh. It was like an iron spike, hot and heavy, and my hips bucked toward him like his cock had its own gravity.I could feel the tip of it sliding against my wetness, teasing me, and I whimpered, needing more.
“Please,” I whispered, the word ragged and desperate. “Please, Varek.”
He smiled, his eyes glinting in the soft light of our secret grotto. “Please what, my sweet girl?” he said softly against my lips.
“Please, I need you,” I breathed. “I need all of you. I want you to make me yours in every way.I need you to slide your thick cock in my pussy and take me hard. Then I need you to fuck my ass even harder.”
“My pleasure,” he murmured, and he kissed me then, and it wasn’t a kiss of conquest or dominance, but of adoration. It was slow and deep, his tongue exploring my mouth with a reverence that made my heart ache. His hands were on my body, but theyweren’t claiming or rough. They were learning every last inch of me, memorizing the curve of my hip, the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the swell of my breast. Every touch was a question, and every gasp from my lips was an answer.
He shifted, his cock sliding against my slickness,the head of it nudging at my entrance. I braced myself for the hard, demanding thrust I’d come to expect, but it didn’t come. Instead, he pushed into me with a slowness that was agonizing and exquisite all at once. He filled me inch by inch, the stretch a sweet, burning pleasure that made my toes curl.
“You want it hard, but I’m not going to give you that, not at first. Right now, I’m going to be gentle. I’m going to make love to you as if you were a blushing virgin on your wedding night.”He whispered his sensual promise in my ear, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
I blushed, my cheeks burning at the unexpected tenderness, at the sheer intimacy of his words. “Varek,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I…”
“Shhh.” His lips brushed my temple. “Just feel.”
And so I did. I felt every inch of him as he slid deeper, the slow, deliberate stretch sending shivers down my spine. I felt the heat of his body pressed against mine, the steady rhythm of his heart against my chest. I felt the soft brush of his lips on my neck, the gentle sweep of his tongue on my skinand I languished in the sheer ecstasy rolling through me.
He was buried to the hilt, his body a warm, heavy weight that anchored me to the stone. For a long moment, he just held me there, letting me adjust to his size, letting me feel the fullness, the completeness of being joined with him.
“You feel so good, my sweet girl,” he crooned. “So tight, so perfect for me.”
I could only whimper in response, my body arching into his touch, my handsclutching at his waist, then dropping lower to squeeze his buttocks in my fingers.
He began to move then, a slow, languid rhythm that was both intoxicating and maddening. Each thrust was a silent query that asked for nothing more than my surrender, and each withdrawal left me aching for his return. My body responded to his gentle assault, my hips rising to meet his, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more.
“Varek,” I gasped my hoarse plea. “Please…”
“Please what, little wolf?” he asked, his quiet command vibrating through deep into my soul.
“Please… faster,” Ibegged. “Harder.”
He chuckled. “Not yet,” he whispered. “First, you’re going to feel me. All of me. Every last inch.”
I blushed, the heat of it spreading from my chest to my cheeks. I’d never been made love to like this before, never felt so cherished, so seen. It was a vulnerability that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a raw, unvarnished intimacy that left me feeling stripped bare and yet more whole than I’d ever been.
He kissed me then, a tender, deep kiss that was a promise of things to come, a testament to the connection that bound us. His tongue explored my mouth, a slow dance that mirrored the rhythm of his hips, and I melted into him, my body pliant, my mind a haze of desire.
He broke the kiss, his eyes locking with mine, and the intensity I saw there took my breath away. It wasn’t just lust or dominance. It was adoration. It was worship.It was sheer and utter devotion. Was it… love?
