Page 118 of Rejected By the Shifter King
“I’m y-yours—”
My words end in a gasp, with Hexius suddenly moving, and before I know it, he’s already impaled me on his throbbing length, and oh, oh, oh...how is it possible that I feel even fuller, my walls stretched deliciously beyond capacity?
“Parfait,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips with possessive force as he stills to let me adjust. “Can you feel it, Samira? Can you feel how you’re made only for me?”
I can only sob in agreement...since he’s already moving, his fingers digging into my flesh as he teaches me how to ride him. I’m hesitant and awkward at first, but need soon takes over—oh, it’s impossible not to lose myself, the moment we become one like this—and then I’m the one completely out of control.
“That’s it, Samira.”
I’m the one bouncing up and down on his length, my breasts swinging and scraping against his chest—
“Take me deeper. You can do it.”
And so I do.
I rise and fall on him, learning the angle that makes him swear in French.
Every second has me spiraling, the rhythm our bodies move to making both of us pant, and when his thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core—
“Please don’t stop!”
I can’t believe I’m shamelessy begging for something like that.
“P-Please!”
But I just can’t help it, with how that touch of his has the pressure building to exquisitely unbearable heights.
“Never.”
And of course he keeps his promise.
His fingers moving as relentlessly as the pleasure that’s making my belly tighten and tighten and tighten until—
“H-Hexius!”
I come apart with a cry that echoes off the marble walls, but it’s not enough. I don’t know why, but it’s not. Something’s missing. Something important. And when I lift my gaze helplessly to his—
“Tell me what you want.”
And just like that, I realize what it is.
“P-Please.”
“You have to say it, Samira.”
Myleopard king is purring, the sound of it burning through my inhibitions, so that even though I still feel shy, it’s my need of him that eclipses everything—
“P-Please,” I hear myself choke out. “P-Please come inside of me.”
It’s the most shamefully embarrassing thing to ask, butoh!
The words seem to unlock something primal in him, and when Hexius thrusts back into me, it’s as if he’s more beast than man, and all I can do is cling to his shoulders as he drives into me faster and faster, harder and harder, and so, so deep that it’s almost like he’s reaching for my very soul—
“Samira.”
He grits my name out as he explodes inside of me, and the moment I hear this—
The moment I feel it—
