her as she’d tried to use him mere moments ago—as a means to an end.
Amalya’s anger stirred, feeding the growing pleasure that churned inside her ever tighter. She should be happy that he’d decided to keep his emotional distance as she’d dictated, but emotions and logic rarely saw eye to eye.
Amalya had spent millennia keeping distance, and she’d match her experience against Levi’s any day. If he wanted to play, she was more than ready.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders, digging her nails in deep and enjoying the way his cock hardened even further inside her. More pre-come hit her internal walls and her body greedily absorbed it, sending an explosion of exquisite sensations through her while Levi continued to thrust inside her.
When her vision cleared, she opened her eyes to find Levi’s eyes closed, his expression closed off as if he were masturbating.
Irritation snapped through her and she shoved the sensation away, forcefully reminding herself that this was what she wanted. A devious desire for revenge snaked through her and she smiled to herself as she widened her thighs, welcoming him deeper.
His gasp and sudden moan sent satisfaction spiraling through her.
So, the man isn’t granite after all .
Levi increased his speed, driving into her so hard that any human woman would be bruised and sore afterward. Instead, Amalya tightened her inner muscles around him, enjoying the slap of his testicles against her sensitive slit as he pounded into her. The scent of their combined arousal perfumed the air, a sweet musk that both teased and beckoned.
Just as Amalya neared her own orgasm, Levi’s movements became frenzied and urgent, his harsh breath chuffing out as if he’d just run a marathon and he was eager to cross the finish line.
Anticipation of both her release and needed sustenance spread through her and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders again, holding on as if he could anchor her to the earth.
The extra friction met his hard cock and Levi cried out, stiffening over her as his hot seed spurted inside her.
Amalya’s body greedily absorbed Levi’s essence sending her over the edge with her own orgasm and also igniting dozens of white-hot explosions inside her.
Her vision flashed with white stars, and waves of pleasure crashed over her until she thought she would drown.
Finally her screaming lungs reminded her to suck in a much-needed breath and she blinked open her eyes as Levi pulled out of her and turned away from the bed.
He swallowed hard before speaking over his shoulder. “You’ve had your sustenance now, love. Jethro is downstairs if you fancy a more leisurely fuck or even a meal.”
His words were calm, but Amalya could sense the thin thread of anger that rode just under them.
She lay on the bed, her thighs still spread and the moisture from her arousal and orgasm still wet against her inner thighs as he walked out the door without looking back.
Guilt wormed its way deep into her gut as she realized how she’d treated Levi, but she shoved it back. It was about time he realized how it felt to be on the other end of such treatment. She refused to let his little exercise in guilt and shame bother her. After all, she hadn’t asked him to come on this trip and provide for her. She and Jethro would’ve made it to Lilith’s lair fine on their own.
They didn’t need Levi and his overblown ego.
Liar! her internal voice mocked her once again.
She shoved it aside, unwilling to entertain for even a moment that Levi’s heavy-handed ways were a necessary evil to get her to Lilith’s lair safely.
She pushed up to sitting, surprised to find herself still weak, although being able to move was a huge improvement. The walk to the bathroom was stilted and slow, but she managed it and then sank down on the toilet to clean up. Long after she was finished, she sat as weariness closed over her like a heavy blanket.
She had energy but could use more, not to mention food, water,
Amalya’s anger stirred, feeding the growing pleasure that churned inside her ever tighter. She should be happy that he’d decided to keep his emotional distance as she’d dictated, but emotions and logic rarely saw eye to eye.
Amalya had spent millennia keeping distance, and she’d match her experience against Levi’s any day. If he wanted to play, she was more than ready.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders, digging her nails in deep and enjoying the way his cock hardened even further inside her. More pre-come hit her internal walls and her body greedily absorbed it, sending an explosion of exquisite sensations through her while Levi continued to thrust inside her.
When her vision cleared, she opened her eyes to find Levi’s eyes closed, his expression closed off as if he were masturbating.
Irritation snapped through her and she shoved the sensation away, forcefully reminding herself that this was what she wanted. A devious desire for revenge snaked through her and she smiled to herself as she widened her thighs, welcoming him deeper.
His gasp and sudden moan sent satisfaction spiraling through her.
So, the man isn’t granite after all .
Levi increased his speed, driving into her so hard that any human woman would be bruised and sore afterward. Instead, Amalya tightened her inner muscles around him, enjoying the slap of his testicles against her sensitive slit as he pounded into her. The scent of their combined arousal perfumed the air, a sweet musk that both teased and beckoned.
Just as Amalya neared her own orgasm, Levi’s movements became frenzied and urgent, his harsh breath chuffing out as if he’d just run a marathon and he was eager to cross the finish line.
Anticipation of both her release and needed sustenance spread through her and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders again, holding on as if he could anchor her to the earth.
The extra friction met his hard cock and Levi cried out, stiffening over her as his hot seed spurted inside her.
Amalya’s body greedily absorbed Levi’s essence sending her over the edge with her own orgasm and also igniting dozens of white-hot explosions inside her.
Her vision flashed with white stars, and waves of pleasure crashed over her until she thought she would drown.
Finally her screaming lungs reminded her to suck in a much-needed breath and she blinked open her eyes as Levi pulled out of her and turned away from the bed.
He swallowed hard before speaking over his shoulder. “You’ve had your sustenance now, love. Jethro is downstairs if you fancy a more leisurely fuck or even a meal.”
His words were calm, but Amalya could sense the thin thread of anger that rode just under them.
She lay on the bed, her thighs still spread and the moisture from her arousal and orgasm still wet against her inner thighs as he walked out the door without looking back.
Guilt wormed its way deep into her gut as she realized how she’d treated Levi, but she shoved it back. It was about time he realized how it felt to be on the other end of such treatment. She refused to let his little exercise in guilt and shame bother her. After all, she hadn’t asked him to come on this trip and provide for her. She and Jethro would’ve made it to Lilith’s lair fine on their own.
They didn’t need Levi and his overblown ego.
Liar! her internal voice mocked her once again.
She shoved it aside, unwilling to entertain for even a moment that Levi’s heavy-handed ways were a necessary evil to get her to Lilith’s lair safely.
She pushed up to sitting, surprised to find herself still weak, although being able to move was a huge improvement. The walk to the bathroom was stilted and slow, but she managed it and then sank down on the toilet to clean up. Long after she was finished, she sat as weariness closed over her like a heavy blanket.
She had energy but could use more, not to mention food, water,
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