Page 68 of Lion's Prize

I shifted forward, my legs hanging over the edge, and his cock was thick and hard, straining toward me. I opened my mouth, and he slid his hand into my hair, pulling my head closer.When I closed my mouth around his cock, Braxton groaned, sucking his breath through his teeth. I loved giving him pleasure, and his moans and groans turned me on.

We were doing it all, tasting, probing, feeling, licking, sucking, learning every inch of each other’s bodies. We’d been so close to losing each other. I wanted to reacquaint myself with him and give him every inch of me all over again.

My tongue slid up and down his shaft, and he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. I bobbed my head back and forth, stroking his cock with my mouth as his hand tightened in my hair. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth, and I sucked harder. My fingers slid down to his balls, and I rolled them in my hand, massaging him carefully.

“Kinley, fuck,” Braxton bit out.

I pulled back, stopping before he could finish.

He groaned and let go of my hair.

“I want to be inside of you,” he said as he bent down and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me onto the mattress so that my head was on the pillows. He lay down on me, his tongue still in my mouth, and he pressed his cock against my entrance. I shivered, wrapping my legs around his thighs.

I moaned and ran my nails down his back. When he groaned and pushed into me with one quick thrust, I cried out.

Braxton fit inside me perfectly. His girth, his length, everything was just where it was supposed to be. I’d never had sex until Braxton, but he was made for me, and I for him, and it was perfect.

He pulled out of me and shoved back in, filling me completely. He pumped into me over and over, and my pulse quickened, my breathing becoming shallower, and I became lightheaded with need. His hand slid under my back, and I felt him tense. He pressed his hand under my back, pulling me closer so he could go deeper at that angle, and I spread my legs as far apart as they would go. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of me.

Braxton thrust into me over and over again. His eyes were on fire, and my body shivered as another orgasm grew inside of me.

My whimpers turned into cries.

When the pleasure erupted and poured over me, I curled my body around Braxton’s, digging my fingers into his back. I trembled and shivered as the pleasure racked my body.

Braxton groaned and bit my shoulder. He bucked his hips faster and faster again. He let go of my shoulder, and his lips crashed down on mine, and our tongues danced together. He was getting closer—I could tell by the way his strokes shortened and his breathing became erratic, and I wanted to come with him.

“Braxton,” I whimpered, and he slowed. “Turn around and lie down.”

He hesitated only a moment to catch his breath before he pulled out of me and lay on his back. I clambered on top of him and straddled his hips. I stroked my fingers down his cheek and lowered my head to plant a kiss on his lips before I sank down on his cock, shivering as he entered me again. My body accommodated his size, and I bit my lower lip.

I supported myself on my hands and moved my hips against his, slowly rocking back and forth. I let out a sigh as I rocked harder and faster, fucking him, and Braxton let out a low growl. He gripped my hips and helped me, rocking me back and forth. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, pushing me closer to another orgasm, and Braxton’s breath was as ragged as mine was.

My orgasm built inside of me, and I didn’t want it to stop. The ache in my clit grew, and his cock moved inside of me, hitting just the right spot. Braxton groaned underneath me, and I knew he was close. I slid my hand between us and pressed my fingers against my clit. My body shuddered, and I rode him harder and faster. The pressure in my body grew, and I was coming undone at the seams, the world falling away as only our pleasure and our connection to each other existed.

Our bodies moved as one. “Come for me, Kinley,” he coaxed.

His words pushed me over the edge, and the orgasm tore through me. My body tensed, and every muscle clenched, contracting and convulsing as the orgasm took over. I let out a strangled cry and dropped my head to his chest.

His cock twitched inside of me, and his arms tightened around my waist. Braxton thrust into me hard and quick as his orgasm took over, and a moment later, he buried his cock inside of me as deep as he could go.

We orgasmed together, our bodies on fire, skins slick with sweat. His breath was hot in my ear, and his moans and groans were erotic.

Along with the orgasm came a wave of magic that filled the room. It was the magic of the rabbit and the lion combined, and the power that rocked through my body and poured into his, and the other way around, only strengthened the connection between us.

When the orgasms faded, I collapsed against Braxton, breathing hard. I tried to catch my breath. Braxton stroked his hand up and down my back, and his heart beat against my chest, our hearts beating together as one.

We lay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being together. I drank in his warmth, his magic, the purity of his love for me that pulsed through our bond.

Finally, I pushed up and rolled off Braxton.

He pulled me against him and kissed me, and the magic between us was beautiful. It was light and bright and promised the kind of future that I’d always dreamed of—the kind of future I’d never thought I would have.

“Marry me,” he said into the dark room as he traced his fingers over my cheek.

I blinked at him. “What?”

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