shifted from slow and easy to fast and hard. Each upward thrust lifted her, causing her breasts to bounce. The amulet pulsed bright. Chills shot down his abdomen. Water splashed in wakes around them when their stride increased to rapid. He couldn’t get enough. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder he drove into her welcoming heat.
“Tor! Oh god, Tor, I’m coming.” Her scream echoed, touching his pride. She screamed for him.
Water rolled in waves around them as he continued to fuck her. Deveney belonged to him, if only for tonight. He knew the moment her orgasm hit. Her inner muscles tightened, gripping his cock. Hot juices cascaded around his sheathed shaft. Tiny ripples massaged from head to base, coaxing him into his own orgasm. With her seated to the hilt, he reached his release. Deveney collapsed into his arms.
He placed gentle kisses upon her brow and closed eyelids as she milked him dry of his seed. He knew he should’ve pulled out, but not one ounce wanted to lift her and free his cock from her encompassing warmth. Their juices combined and he sensed the sizzle of the magic. He couldn’t do this again. Each time he filled her with his seed it strengthened the chakra bond.
Tor nuzzled her hair. His eyes opened as a thought slapped his conscience. Had he impregnated this woman? The heat of need led him to be reckless with his release. Several times during their sexual encounters, he’d filled Deveney. Tor swallowed hard. Many Morphionian women were pregnant by the end of the mating ritual. The magi considered it a sign of a strong magical bond.
Only lifemates produced cubs. Deveney wasn’t a Morphionian nor did she belong here and wanted to go home, thus she couldn’t be his mate. They weren’t mated, he reasoned. They had sex. Albeit, great sex, it was still just sex. The signs their magic combined were tricks of a tired mind… His tired mind. He desperately tried to convince himself as he eased from her silken heat.
But deep down, he knew the truth though he refused to admit it. She belonged with him.
* * * * *
When a crushing kiss woke Deveney, she started to fight until she realized it was Tor. His flavor filled her mouth, igniting a hunger only he could sate. That thick rod of his brushed her lower abdomen and she trembled.
He took command and she let him. The way he ravished her mouth, then her breasts, invigorated her soul. Did he know how horny he made her? Instantly, she wanted his cock. Foreplay wasn’t a necessity. But he didn’t give her a chance to speak. Instead, he ruled her body with his touch, his tongue and his teeth.
She liked the forceful way he took control, locking her legs across his shoulders, pinning her on her back. His demand that she belonged to him sent waves of moisture to pool in her core. When he traced the birthmark on her inner thigh, heat radiated to her pussy, up to her breasts and jutted her nipples into sharp points. Deveney gasped. Never had anyone traced that spot. The sensations from the touch of his tongue were phenomenal, making every ounce of her tremble and her sexual need for him skyrocketed.
She came the moment his tongue jabbed in deep. The more he lapped and sucked, the more her juices filled his mouth. He worked magic with his teeth, lips and tongue and she prayed he’d never stop. But when he lowered her into a seated position, hovering over his magnificent cock, she changed her mind.
Though she liked the way he thrilled her with his mouth, she wanted to ride him long and hard. One glance into his hooded gaze and she knew he wanted it too. Why wait? His words were demanding and she realized he played a game of control. She tried to tease him but couldn’t hold out. His will was stronger…this time. She gave in to his demand. In the sexiest tone she could muster, she told him what she wanted and did her best not to sound as if she begged.
But if it got his cock inside her faster, she’d beg.
The words “I want you to fuck me right
“Tor! Oh god, Tor, I’m coming.” Her scream echoed, touching his pride. She screamed for him.
Water rolled in waves around them as he continued to fuck her. Deveney belonged to him, if only for tonight. He knew the moment her orgasm hit. Her inner muscles tightened, gripping his cock. Hot juices cascaded around his sheathed shaft. Tiny ripples massaged from head to base, coaxing him into his own orgasm. With her seated to the hilt, he reached his release. Deveney collapsed into his arms.
He placed gentle kisses upon her brow and closed eyelids as she milked him dry of his seed. He knew he should’ve pulled out, but not one ounce wanted to lift her and free his cock from her encompassing warmth. Their juices combined and he sensed the sizzle of the magic. He couldn’t do this again. Each time he filled her with his seed it strengthened the chakra bond.
Tor nuzzled her hair. His eyes opened as a thought slapped his conscience. Had he impregnated this woman? The heat of need led him to be reckless with his release. Several times during their sexual encounters, he’d filled Deveney. Tor swallowed hard. Many Morphionian women were pregnant by the end of the mating ritual. The magi considered it a sign of a strong magical bond.
Only lifemates produced cubs. Deveney wasn’t a Morphionian nor did she belong here and wanted to go home, thus she couldn’t be his mate. They weren’t mated, he reasoned. They had sex. Albeit, great sex, it was still just sex. The signs their magic combined were tricks of a tired mind… His tired mind. He desperately tried to convince himself as he eased from her silken heat.
But deep down, he knew the truth though he refused to admit it. She belonged with him.
* * * * *
When a crushing kiss woke Deveney, she started to fight until she realized it was Tor. His flavor filled her mouth, igniting a hunger only he could sate. That thick rod of his brushed her lower abdomen and she trembled.
He took command and she let him. The way he ravished her mouth, then her breasts, invigorated her soul. Did he know how horny he made her? Instantly, she wanted his cock. Foreplay wasn’t a necessity. But he didn’t give her a chance to speak. Instead, he ruled her body with his touch, his tongue and his teeth.
She liked the forceful way he took control, locking her legs across his shoulders, pinning her on her back. His demand that she belonged to him sent waves of moisture to pool in her core. When he traced the birthmark on her inner thigh, heat radiated to her pussy, up to her breasts and jutted her nipples into sharp points. Deveney gasped. Never had anyone traced that spot. The sensations from the touch of his tongue were phenomenal, making every ounce of her tremble and her sexual need for him skyrocketed.
She came the moment his tongue jabbed in deep. The more he lapped and sucked, the more her juices filled his mouth. He worked magic with his teeth, lips and tongue and she prayed he’d never stop. But when he lowered her into a seated position, hovering over his magnificent cock, she changed her mind.
Though she liked the way he thrilled her with his mouth, she wanted to ride him long and hard. One glance into his hooded gaze and she knew he wanted it too. Why wait? His words were demanding and she realized he played a game of control. She tried to tease him but couldn’t hold out. His will was stronger…this time. She gave in to his demand. In the sexiest tone she could muster, she told him what she wanted and did her best not to sound as if she begged.
But if it got his cock inside her faster, she’d beg.
The words “I want you to fuck me right
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