Bab 112: Sailing

She lowered, taking him into her again, feeling an oddly luscious soreness as he pushed just past her limits. Their eyes locked on each other as the pleasure spread from the place where they connected. It struck her then that their bond was now stronger after he bit her.

He found that excruciatingly carnal, as were the sounds he made, as if the pleasure was as extreme for him as it was for her. Wild for him, she pressed her mouth to his, her fingers gripping the sweat-damp roots of his hair. She kissed him as she rocked her hips, pushing the maddening circling of his thumb to her slit, feeling the orgasm building with every slide of his long, thick penis into her melting core.

 He lost his mind somewhere along the way, primitive instinct taking over until his body was completely in charge. He could focus on nothing but the driving urge to mate, the ferocious need to push his cock until the tension burst and set her free of this grinding hunger.