Page 94 of Lost in the Dark

A single swipe of his tongue and her hips were already bucking. Sensation rocked through her, and she dug her fingers into his hair, entranced by the contrast of the deep blue strands against her pale skin.

“Enulf,” she gasped. “I cannot…”

“You can.” He placed her on his chest, her knees spread so that glorious tongue could continue to work her—to worship every part of her. He nipped the sensitive inside of her thighs, and worked his way to the swell of her breasts.

She gripped his tusks and moaned with delight.

Her head fell back as he returned to her juncture, her hips thrusting against his tongue, body begging for more. Sensation rolled over her, trying to pull her under. Yet she couldn’t give in to it. She’d been nervous before, about fitting him inside her, but now her body ached for it. Demanded it. “Enulf. I need more. More than this. I need you to fill me… Please,fillme.”

He eased her back and studied her. “Are you sure?”

Anna sent him a heavy-lidded look. “Yes.”

She crawled down his body and straddled his hips, sitting high so his cock rode between her legs. It was hard and thick and everything she desired. The velvet length rubbed against her sensitive skin and she bit her lip at the flood of sensations. She leaned into it, reveling at the pressure of it on her slit.Oh, more. She gripped the head and rubbed it against herself, groaning at the pleasure of it.

“Anna.” Enulf’s voice was rough with need. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, oh, yes.” She was wet and wanting.

Unwilling to wait another moment, she guided the tip to her opening and eased it inside her. Would it truly fit? Her parts stretched and there was a tiny pinch of pain, but it couldn’t override the desire pounding through her veins. She was shaking with pleasure with every movement, and yet still she hadn’t claimed him. Gods, what if she couldn’t truly take such a massive being inside her and—

“Yes!” She threw her head back as he slid inside her.

Already she was tightening around him, but she wasn’t ready to lose herself to ecstasy. Not yet, when there was so much to feel. His cock throbbed inside her, huge and hard and somehow perfectly conforming to her body. If this joining was all they had together, she would savor it.

Then he started to move beneath her.

Slow—so slow—and steady, his fingers sliding around her skin. All it took was one hand to grip her rear, guiding her movements, helping her move, and simultaneously brush his thumb across her clit. It felt good. So, so good. Her vision blurred, and her body shuddered with need.

Her hands fisted on his chest, unable to do anything other than do as he bid and ride him.

The first waved of release caught her by surprise, her back arching as sensation stole her breath.

Ears ringing, heart pounding, she stared at him. “Holy gods, I did not know…”

“We’re not done.” Then the world turned and her back hit the mattress.

He loomed over her, arms locked like a cage around her, and thrust into her, eyes searching her face as he moved. Her body thrilled in response. Tiredness fled, and in its wake was a deeper need.

A desperate hunger for more, more, more.

She bit the tip of his thumb, and his thrusts grew faster—stronger. Her fingers curved, clawing against his chest as she silently begged for more again. And he obliged. She cried out in sheer delight. Holy gods, it felt so good. Impossibly good. Her thoughts flickered, overrun with wave after wave of sensation.

Pleasure beat hard in her veins, pounding in time with his incredible cock.

Release broke over her like a roll of thunder across the hills, a sharp crack that shook through her. Her vision darkened and burst with stars. Wind rushed in her ears, and her whole body vibrated.

Enulf bellowed with his own release, and hot nectar filled her.

Somehow the wash of juices and the throbbing of his cock sent her rolling over the edge again.

When she surfaced from the wash of bliss, she found herself nestled on his chest, his arms tight around her. Somehow, he had turned them again without her noticing the movement. She tried to move, and found his cock still deep inside her, the tip thick and pinning them together. Once again, she could feel pleasure stirring inside her, and she gazed at Enulf in wonder. “More?”

“Trolls are greedy.” He grinned at her. “We’re reluctant to let go of that which we treasure most.”

“Is that so?” She smiled back.

“Indeed,” he said, running his fingers down her spine. “You’d best get comfortable, for we might be here a while. Though…” He pinched her rear and stroked the inside of her thigh. “I suspect you’ll find it pleasurable.”

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