Episode Thirty-Five Ownership of My Heart

A lliana

I back onto him, easing him the slightest bit into me and immediately feel the warm pressure nudged against my channel. My eyes flutter closed with want—no, need. I've never needed anything as much as I need him inside me right now.

Using my hips as leverage, I ease my weight down, but I'm not strong enough to budge him. Grabbing his hands and placing them on my hips, I whisper, "Help me."

With his gentle grip pushing me down and my determined pressure, I slowly lower onto the heft of him. Nothing could feel better than the feeling of fullness, of total possession, as I force my way onto my minotaur's cock.

"Good girl, Alliana. It feels like heaven to be inside you."

His praise urges me on, and each time I lift up, when I bear down, I can lodge him further into me.

"Heaven," I repeat his word, because my mind isn't capable of coherent thought.

By the time he's fully seated inside me, I'm trembling. I'm not sure whether it's from the effort or the accomplishment or the magical feeling of being stuffed full of this male whose life I've saved just as he's saved mine.

Leaning closer to him, I kiss his generous lips, my chest full to bursting with love for him.

"Your turn to fuck me, Mirron," I say as I try to roll us so I'm on my back. I need his help because he is too huge to budge.

He's connected to me in so many more ways than just physical. Our hearts are entwined.

He easily rolls us over in one swift move, taking care to land on elbows and knees so his bulk doesn't squish me.

He's covered me in his shaggy embrace. I revel in the feeling of being his, even before he begins rocking into me.

I've watched him with his mate a dozen times. He's forceful, the leader of the pack. There's nothing sweet or soft or measured about his movements when he takes Dek.

With me, it's just the opposite. He uses such exquisite care as he slides almost out of me and then eases back in. I'm quivering again, overcome with emotions as he and I connect on a deeper level.

He keeps up his gentle pace, each stroke opening me even more so that every entry and exit becomes easier. My emotional overwhelm evaporates as my carnal desires take over.

This isn't just a heart connection. It's not just two bodies becoming one. His immense body is touching me in all the right ways, except I want more.

I don't even have to say it. He's reading me. Every nuance of my behavior from where I'm focusing my gaze, to my noises, to the force with which I meet his thrusts, all those things are speaking loudly to him as I tell him what I want. No. Not what I want. What my body needs.

"Harder, Little Prize? You ready for me to take you harder?"

He doesn't wait for my nod because I answer him with a desperate thrust of my hips.

"I sometimes forget what a strong female resides in such a vulnerable body," he says as he quickens his pace, then drives harder.

"Yes!" I manage to say. It's more of a shout. It will probably be the last word to leave my mouth for a long time.

He pounds into me, reminding my clit how much it likes pressure, then he swivels those masterful hips in a way that lights me on fire. Thrust, swivel, thrust, with no pause in the action as he fucks us both up the furs toward the rock wall behind us.

When I open my eyes, I see him watching me. I feel so safe, even with the desperate force of his pounding, because he's making sure my teeth remain gritted in unspeakable pleasure and never in pain.

"Mirron!" I say as I feel my orgasm catch. That amazing feeling when the delicious rise of arousal turns a corner and becomes the long-awaited reward—the spasming muscles that are so much pleasure right on the cusp of pain.

I topple into my release. Falling, falling, never fearing that my huge minotaur won't catch me. My face contorts, mouth open, eyes closed with the shock of such intense bliss. Then I keep shattering, my mouth and eyes closing as I descend inside myself to dive into every crevice and corner of my intense pleasure.

He grunts, and I feel his hot essence spray my inner walls. It's possibly the best feeling ever as he marks me, imprints on me, proclaims his ownership of my heart.