31. Sloane

Chapter 31

Sloane

"Yes, and no," I pant, my voice barely a whisper. "It's the kind of hurt that feels good. Keep going, Dex. I need you, all of you."

Dexari's eyes darken with desire, and he leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He tilts his hips back before inching deeper inside me, again and again. Each shallow thrust is the most delicious kind of torture, stretching me, filling me. I can feel every spike drag along my inner walls, which feels so good it makes me wonder why I waited to fuck him.

"More," I moan into his mouth, my nails scoring lines of desire down his back. "I need more, Dexari."

He growls, a deep, grumbling sound that makes my pussy clench. "Patience, my mate." His voice is strained. "I do not wish to hurt you."

"You won't," I gasp. "I can take it. I can take you."

To prove it, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, forcing him deeper. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through my core, drawing mewling sounds from my throat.

His muscled body presses against mine, skin on skin, as if trying to meld us into one being. The heat between us is scorching, electric. I arch my back, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"So small, so tight, so very wet ," Dexari groans, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine, and his control snaps. With a roar that reverberates through the room, he buries himself in me, tip to root, in one powerful motion.

I cry out in painful pleasure, my body arching off the bed as if pulled by invisible strings. A tidal wave of sensations crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its intensity.

He gives me a few seconds to recover before pulling out and pushing back in. His cockspikes, seemingly vibrating with need, drag exquisitely against my inner walls, the ecstasy nearly overwhelming.

I climax fast and furious, the orgasm clouding my mind and leaving me gasping for air. My fingers clutch desperately at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as I struggle to anchor myself in the storm of sensation.

"Fuck, Dexari," I moan, my body trembling with need. "You feel so good. So right."

"As do you, my mate." He sets a rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts that sends me ablaze. I cling to him, my hips pulsing against him, matching him stroke for stroke. Our breaths mingle, ragged and hot, and I would swear our hearts pound in perfect sync.

Another orgasm begins to build within me, a fiery pressure that grows more intense with every thrust of his huge, spiked cock. It looms on the horizon, a tidal wave of pure bliss ready to crash over me and sweep away all coherent thought.

My muscles tense as I ride the crest, lost in the depths of sensation, drowning in the rawness of my body's response.

"Impressive stamina," I manage to say with labored breath as I teeter on the edge.

Dexari's gaze is intense and possessive. "I cannot hold out much longer. Let yourself go, my mate. Take your pleasure once more before I take mine."

"Is that an order, my king?" I ask, teasing.

"Never an order, Sloane." He reaches between our slick bodies and presses his thumb against my clit. "Always a request."

I'm not sure if it's his thumb on my clit or his sweet words that push me over the edge, but the strongest orgasm of my life crashes over me just as Dexari finds his own release, flooding my channel with copious amounts of spike-seed.

This connection between us defies logic, transcends reason. I've never felt more alive, more in tune with my own body's pleasure. It's as if Dexari has awakened something deep within me, something wild and untamed that's been lying dormant, just waiting for his touch to ignite it.

"You are MINE, Sloane," Dexari roars before pulling out and collapsing next to me on the bed. He takes me into his arms. "Mine to protect. Mine to cherish. Mine forever."

We lay entwined in the aftermath, our bodies slick with sweat, our heartbeats eventually slowing. But it's not long before the hard bar of his cock presses against my hip.

I look at him, smiling and surprised. "You're ready to go again ?"

"I will never be sated and will always want more." He nips my lower lip. "As long as you are up to it."

"Oh, I'm up to it," I say, pressing him down on the bed and straddling him with my hips. "Get ready for the ride of your life."