Page 49 of The Dark Elf's Secret Twins

He leans forward and kisses me.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to pass out," he growls.

"I'm at your mercy. Do what you want."

He flips me over and pulls me towards him. He lifts my hips up and puts them in his hands.

"Tell me what you want, Cyra. I'm going to fuck you deep, hard and fast." He slaps my ass. "But not until you say it."

"Fuck me hard, Lykan."

"That's a good girl. That's the kind of girl Ilove."

He thrusts into me, just like I wanted.

"That feels so good. You're so deep. Fuck me hard."

He puts his hands on my hips and pumps into me harder and deeper.

I'm screaming and moaning. I can't control myself. My body is reacting to every thrust. I feel like I'm coming apart.

I'm so sensitive and I'm so weak. I'm at his mercy. I'm his plaything and he can do whatever he wants to me. I don't even care anymore.

He's pumping into me deeper and harder and I'm screaming and moaning. He's growling and breathing heavily. He's grunting with each thrust. He's so deep inside of me I can feel him against my inner walls.

I'm orgasming again, but this one is slower, like a wave. It builds and builds, then crashes on me and exits my body, leaving me limp and exhausted.

I'm out of breath, clinging to him as my body succumbs to exhaustion. He's still thrusting into me, but his rhythm is slowing down.

He's coming, his hot seed pouring inside of me. He lets out this long, drawn out growl and collapses on top of me, holding me tightly to him.

He kisses me on the shoulder and smiles. I lay there for a few minutes, feeling his cock twitching inside of me. I'm so exhausted I can barely move. I sigh happily, too tired to do anything else.

I can’t believe he loves me.

24

LYKAN

I’m still inside her after we climax, the both of us panting heavily in an effort to catch our breath. I drip sweat onto her body, leaving her skin glistening as her stomach continuously tenses and relaxes with each breath. In the wake of my orgasm, I feel more clear headed than I have all night.

“Fuck me,” she groans as I pull out of her.

It’s difficult to do so, feeling how warm and wet she is. I then roll away and collapse onto the bed beside her. I haven’t felt this good in so long. Silently, it seems as though we both agree to be quiet for a few minutes.

Together, we lay staring at the ceiling. Cyra moves and drapes her leg over mine. She then lays her head on my chest, slowly rising and falling with each breath I take.

A wave of pleasure runs through me but I’m still aware of my internal pain. I knew I wasn’t going to lay here all night and get away without saying anything. Even Cyra knows as she brings her gaze up to look at me, peering into my eyes with a gentle, focussed expression.

The words left unsaid are now mine to choose what I wish to do with them. I have two options; to roll away from Cyra and retreat to a separate room, or to fill her in on everything. In her arms, I feel safe enough to tell her but there’s so much to say that I’m overwhelmed with how to start.

“Lykan…” she whispers. “Do you want to talk?”

Here we go, it’s now or never.

I sit up and rest on the edge of the bed, placing my elbows on my knees. I’m trying to think of an opener when Cyra’s soft hands come to rest on my back. Like silk, they run smoothly over the traces of my scar.

“What- What happened here?” she asks.

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