“With every man I have ever fucked, I’ve been dead,” she yelled at him. “You gave me life. I’ve learned to be free—truly free. A freedom I feel every time you ever touch me. But my mind is alive too. My thoughts, and my heart, explode when I am with you. You’ve shown me how to think—and how to love.”
She looked down at her feet, suddenly embarrassed at her admittance of love. Never had she told another soul that she loved them. But she did love Marc of Torin. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind.
His hands were on her before she knew he’d crossed the room. Lifting her, he tossed her onto the bed.
“Thoughts of murder enter my mind when I think of another man touching you,” he told her.
He didn’t crawl over her, or get on the bed with her, but simply stood over her. She realized then how hard his cock was, a dangerous weapon, swollen and angry, pointing straight at her. Moisture seeped from her cunt, a mixture of fear and desire swarming through her with more intensity than she thought she could bear.
“Swear to me no man will ever fuck you again. No one but me.”
She nodded without needing to think about it. “No one but you,” she whispered, wanting that more than she wanted to breathe.
When he finally moved over her, she spread her legs, wrapping herself around him, holding him with all of her strength to her. His cock pushed hard against the entrance of her pussy. She swelled, her pussy soaked with her thick cream, while she thrust upward with her hips, wanting him inside her before she died from the unbearable pain throbbing through her.
“You know that I love you.” He said it like he was talking about the suns rising, like it was the most assumed thing in the world.
“I wasn’t sure,” she admitted, her heart swelling so full with the knowledge that she could hardly breathe.
She had to look stupid with the giant grin that crossed her face.
Marc plowed deep inside her cunt, filling her, the pressure skyrocketing through her, forcing all air out of her lungs.
“For the sake of the gods,” she cried out. “Marc.”
“Tell me that you love me.” He pulled his cock out, almost leaving her, and then slammed with a driving force deep inside her so that she almost slid off of the bed.
“I love you,” she yelled, grabbing his shoulders, her eyes locked on his. “I want to be with you always,” she admitted, on half a breath.
Nothing had ever felt better than his cock when he began moving in and out of her. The inner walls of her pussy clung to him, loving the stroking of his shaft while it soothed the pressure that had built to the point of dying pain. Stretching her legs, sliding her feet along his arms until she rested them on his shoulders, she went over the edge when his cock buried itself deeper in her than ever before.
“Damn it. Dree.” Marc’s expression filled with turmoil. His eyes closing while he gritted his teeth. “You are so damned tight.”
The pressure building from his thrusts made it hard to think, hard to focus on anything but the pending explosion that was so close. Sliding her hands down his arms, she grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples, feeling the quick pain clear through to her clit.
“I hadn’t fucked anyone for a long time before you,” she told him, barely able to make the words come out, although the thought was clear in her head. “And this is the first time I’ve made love.”
His cock vibrated inside her, twitching and growing as he prepared to come. She forced herself to stay as relaxed as possible, wanting him deep within her, needing to feel every inch of him when he exploded.
But as he began to thrust harder, drive into her with more force than she thought she could endure, she couldn’t take it any longer. The pressure inside her broke, white light flashing before her eyes while every nerve ending inside of her exploded.
“Dear gods.” She would die. Never would she recuperate from such an orgasm. Rush after rush of hot cream flowed through her, the heat so intense she burned yet craved more. Her body contorted, tightening and relaxing again and again while she came all over his cock.
He fucked her harder, staring down at her with a determination that almost made her melt. And then his cock hardened, his body stilling. Muscles rippled everywhere over his gleaming skin, a sheen of sweat making him even more sexy.
Spilling his cum deep inside her, the hot squirts coating her, mixing with her own cream, she knew she had never experienced anything like this before. He came with such heat, such fire, branding her his for life. His pussy. His woman.
“My life mate,” he whispered into her ear while he collapsed over her.
Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she knew they were truly one.
“My life mate,” she agreed, while she felt their hearts beat as one.
About the author:
All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.
The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.
Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.
Lorie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also available Lorie O’Clare:
Fallen Gods: Tainted Purity
Full Moon Rising
Lunewulf 1: Pack Law
Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood
Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams
Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature
Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul
Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders
Things That Go Bump in the Night 2004 anthology
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