Page 14 of Last Shot at Love

The raw desire in his eyes was almost enough to make me reconsider, but I was determined to savor this moment,

“It’s my turn to have fun.” I moved deliberately, rocking against the firmness of his body, reveling in the sensation and the control I held. My eyes remained locked with his, a challenge and a promise all in one.

“We can do it your way another time,” I continued, my movements deliberate and tantalizing. “We have a week before we return to the real world.”

The reminder of our limited time together in this secluded paradise only heightened my desire to make every moment count.

How many times could we do this when we returned to our normal life, indulging ourselves in honeymoon bliss?

Smiling, I leaned down, pushing his head toward my entrance and pressing it in. We both let out a deep moan. My body quivered as he penetrated further. Waves of pleasure rippled through me with each sensation of the ridges on his shaft against my inner walls. I moaned aloud, unable to contain the blissful feeling.

Slowly, I lowered myself halfway and then withdrew him almost out. The muscles in my pussy fluttered around his shaft. On the second pass, I engulfed him to the hilt, and letting the barbed shaft remain in me, I adjusted to the foreign stinging sensations.

“Oh...my...” Kael rasped, a sound torn from the depths of his being. His eyes slammed shut, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his fingers twisted into the blankets beneath us, the fabric bunching in his desperate grip. “I need...”

His words trailed off into a breathless void, but I knew exactly what he yearned for. I leaned over him, my movements halting his frantic hands with a firm but gentle authority. “You’re mine right now,” I grunted. “Be a good kitty-cat and let me play with you.”

He let out a low, rumbling purr of submission, his body tensing and then relaxing beneath me. Slowly, I began to move in steady, rhythmic motions, sinking down to take him in fully before gliding back up.

Each descent and ascent was a study in sensation, an exploration of the pleasure we could give to each other, a rhythm that we were both quickly becoming attuned to. The room around us seemed to fall away until there was nothing but the heat of our bodies and the synchrony of our desires.

Kael’s restraint was palpable, his hands still obediently above his head, his body quivering with the effort to remain still under my command. The sight of him, so strong yet so willing to succumb to my desires, filled me with a heady mix of affection and power.

As I repeated the motion, sinking to his base and then rising up again, I focused on the different sensations that coursed through us both. I placed my palms on his chest, the soft fur a contrast to the tense, hard muscles underneath. With each of my movements, I felt him inside me, part of me, filling me in a way I had never known before.

My pace began to increase, the urgency between us building into a raging storm. I rode him with a growing fervor, each motion more insistent than the last, as we both chased the edge of release.

Our breathing became labored, synchronized gasps filling the room, mingling with the sounds of our union.

So full, so good. The drag of his barbs added a painful pleasure with each bounce.

“Fuck it all...” I hissed out in dazzling disbelief as I sank deeper onto the softness of the fur, feeling his stav pierce through me.

I threw my head back in pleasure and noticed Kael watching me with his hungry gaze, his hands twitching. “Keep your hands where they are!”

The pace became a rhythm, a cadence that drove both of us wild. My thighs glistened, the evidence of our desire making them slick as I rode him, claiming him in the most primal way.

Kael’s paws, which had once rested obediently above his head, now clung to my thighs, a small defiance that I welcomed. It was a comfort, a grounding as I controlled the pace, a sign of his growing need.

With each movement, my heavy breasts bounced unrestrained, demanding attention. Leaning forward, I pressed them to his face, my voice thick with desire. “Suck them.”

“Gladly,” he growled back, his voice muffled against my skin. His mouth covered my breasts with fervent licks and kisses, each pull at my nipples sending electric shocks straight to my core.

In response to his eagerness, I grabbed his hands. He offered no resistance, instead eagerly massaging them with a fervor that matched the intensity of our coupling. His touch was skilled, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Yes...”

As he worshiped me with his hands and mouth, I felt a powerful connection bind us, a tangible link that went beyond the physical. We were not just bodies joined in passion; we were souls intertwined, fated mates discovering the depths of our bond.

The room was filled with the sounds of our union—the rhythmic creaking of the bed, our synchronized breaths, and the soft murmurs of pleasure. In this space, we were the only two beings in existence, lost in a world of sensation and desire.

With each thrust, each caress, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge, to the peak of ecstasy.

The inferno within me roared louder, an impending climax bubbling up from the depths of my being. I craved the searing heat, yearned to be consumed by the fire of our joined passion. I was ready to burn with desire, to have it incinerated in the most exquisite way by Kael, with Kael.

My gasps became unrestrained, primal sounds of raw passion as I rocked my hips with increasing aggression. Each movement was a deliberate search for friction, for that sweet, sharp sensation as his uniquely textured stav drove into me, ruthless in its pursuit of mutual pleasure.

Kael’s reactions fueled my own arousal. He moaned beneath me, a sound of pure male satisfaction. His face contorted with ecstasy, the lines of his features etched with the intensity of the moment. His breath, once deep and controlled, now came in short bursts that mirrored my erratic panting.

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