21. Talia

Chapter 21

Talia

W ith a soft groan, Firion began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he stroked my insides with his thick, throbbing cock. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, the way he filled me so completely, stretching me in the best way possible. As he sped up, his smaller cock vibrated against my clit, sending shockwaves through my entire body. How did Zuldruxian women keep from coming right away? And did they beg for sex all hours of the day and night? If it felt like this between us always, I would.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my back arching as I pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts. “It's . . . it's too much. Not enough.”

His low laugh erupted. “Can’t make up your mind yet? Let me give you more to help with that.” He started to go faster, his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs. He held me in place, which was good, because he used enough force to propel me forward .

It was amazing. I never wanted him to stop. The heat building inside me was intense. It was as if our bond was deepening with every passing second, every thrust of his hips, fueling the fire that consumed me from my insides out.

My climax was approaching, my inner walls clenching around his thick shaft as he drove into me over and over again. I couldn’t hold it back.

“Yes, yes,” I cried, my voice raw with need. “I'm going to . . .” My words dissolved into a moan. “Fuck . . .”

“That's it,” he growled, his hips snapping forward in a frenzied rhythm. “Let go, Talia. Let me feel you come apart.”

Just like that, I shattered, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over me. Distantly, I felt him pulse inside me, his own release overtaking him as he emptied himself deep within me. His hoarse cry barked out, and his pace slowed. He moved languidly inside me, wringing this out, showing me even more pleasure.

Finally coming to a stop, he collapsed on the grass beside me, taking me into his arms and rolling us both so that he could cradle me against his chest. His heart pounded against my back, and I savored how our bodies remained connected as we drifted back down from what we’d just shared.

“That was . . . incredible,” I breathed, tipping my head back to nuzzle his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Sure, I’d had sex, but it had never given me this kind of connection to a man, this shared feeling of devotion that pulsed through my veins like fire.

He stroked my side and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I haven’t either. You're my everything, Talia. My fated mate, my heart. I love you more than life itself.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “I love you too,” I whispered. “So much.”

Slowly, carefully, Firion withdrew from my body, his cock slipping out with a slick sound. I shivered, feeling strangely empty without his heat filling me. He stood. Before I could protest, he scooped me up into his strong arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me back out into the water.

The cool liquid lapped at my skin, soothing my heated flesh and washing away the sweat from our lovemaking. Firion held me close, one hand stroking gently between my legs, cleaning me with a tenderness that brought fresh tears to my eyes. He dotted kisses across my face, murmuring sweet words of love and adoration.

I could have stayed like that in his arms forever, pressed close and feeling incredibly safe, but once again that familiar heat began low in my belly. Desire pulsed through my veins, a constant need that seemed to grow stronger with every second.

I arched against his hand, and my moan slipped out.

“Do you want me again already, my little mate?” Firion asked, surprise and a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes,” I said, pressing myself against his hand. “I need you, Firion, need to feel your cock buried inside me, fucking me just as hard as you already did.”

“I love how I can drive you out of your mind, how you shout out for me to fuck you.”

I wasn’t one who swore; not often, that is. And I couldn’t remember ever begging another guy to fuck me. But with Firion, it felt good. I lost all control. It added to my pleasure to use fuck when he was driving himself inside me.

As his fingers delved deeper within me, and I continued to buck against him, he groaned, his eyes darkening. He shifted me around to face him, and I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my clit against his stiffening cock.

Quickly, he reached down to adjust himself, fitting the tip of his glorious cock at my entrance. He gripped my thighs and looked down at me.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, breathless and eager as he rubbed the head of his cock against my folds.

“Always,” I breathed back. And I did. Oh, how I did.

Firion surged forward in one swift thrust, sheathing himself inside me to the hilt. I cried out, the sensation of his thick length filling me once more. All my nerve endings sang. He held me steady; his hands gripping my hips before beginning to move.

“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling forward, connecting with his chest as he plunged in and out. “Like that. Oh fuck, Firion. Harder. I need you. Need this so much.”

He thrust into me with quick, powerful strokes, and I used my heels on his hips to rock myself against him. The force of our movements churned the water around us. I clung to him, my nails digging into his arms. In no time, I was lost in the overwhelming sensations.

Somewhere along the way, his secondary cock sprang to life, latching onto my clit and vibrating, kicking my bliss up another notch. I was drowning in him, every nerve pulsing, every bit of my mind focused solely on the delicious slide of his flesh against mine.

“That's it,” he growled, his hips shoving forward. “Come on my cock. Scream for me again, my love.”

As if on command, my body obeyed. I fell apart in his arms, shuddering violently as wave after wave of deep, never-ending pleasure crashed over me. He quickly followed, his shout filling the air as he pulsed inside me, his warmth spilling deep.

For a long moment, we simply clung to each other, our bodies still joined as we drifted in the water. Lightheaded and sated, I hung on for dear life, wondering how I was ever supposed to function after experiencing something like this.

“You’re good at this,” I whispered.

He curled forward to kiss my forehead. “So are you. Amazing.”

My lips curved into a soft smile. “The sensations grow stronger each time.”

“In Zuldruxian mating, the bond only deepens with repeated . . . consummation. If you enjoyed our second time, I’m going to drag out even more screams with our third. Trust me in this, precious one.”