“Go slow,” I said softly, in breathy passion.
He moved in a rhythmic motion, his hands still squeezing my ass, forcing me up and down on his cock. He was gentle at first, stroking deeply, but with a soft sensuality; he could feel the tightness of my pussy, knowing that I’d never been with anyone his size. But behind each gentle stroke I could feel a well of absolute power and strength, a controlled fury that could only be contained a little while longer. I knew he wanted to fuck me wildly, with all the animalistic passion that was pent up inside of him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Suddenly, I found myself flipped over onto my back. In one fluid motion Elias had vaulted on top of me; such was the agile nature of his power. He pushed himself back into me, thrusting more deeply and powerfully than he had before. What I had thought would only result in pain carried me over into the purest sensations of bliss. My body practically vibrated with the waves of pleasure that rolled through me continually, setting my body tingling from my wet pussy all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
I closed my eyes and let desire take over, giving way to the lust that sent me gyrating and grinding up against him, trying to complement his powerful thrusts with movements of my own, seeking desperately to heighten the pleasure in both of our bodies. I liked that he fucked me hard, that he didn’t hold back. I didn’t want anything between us anymore, no secrets or withholding of passion. We each gave ourselves over to the other, an act of completion and of the most absolute sort.
His grunts reminded me of an animal, completely natural in his desire for pleasure, made pure by his unabashed lust for my body. There was something surreal about the way he treated my body, the frenzy in which we found ourselves lost, an unnamed ecstasy only possible to the rarest creatures in the most uncommon circumstances.
Would it be like this every time we made love? Would there be other times? The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until now. I pushed it from my mind, not wanting to leave the moment, wanting to keep my mind ever-present on the fantastical bliss and heat of the way he thrust inside me, fucking me with a passion that I felt was created for me alone.
It was at that moment that I felt him starting to slow his thrusts. There was a slight sense of hesitation, a new, subtle nuance to the way he stroked in and out of me. There was a loss of control. I could see it in his eyes; a look of inevitability, the fate of orgasm lighting up his eyes. I clenched my pussy, pushing up against him, trying to maximize his pleasure as he neared climax. He looked into my eyes, his look serious and passionate. I gave a slight nod, letting him know that I wanted the same thing as he did.
That’s when I felt it; hot and sticky, filling me up and lining my pussy with his virulent cum. His seed inside me, its warmth sending a shiver through me, counter to all expectations. My body gyrated as he held his cock inside me, keeping it at the deepest point of penetration. His muscles pressed against me and I felt myself pinned to the bed, but writhing as my own orgasm rocketed through me with the force of an explosion. I emitted a series of loud moans, surprised at the longevity of my climax. I tried to concentrate on the pleasure, to condense it and bring it within the realm of my understanding.
But it wasn’t something comprehensible. It was limitless, beyond my ability to reduce to mere words. I abandoned myself to this supernatural feeling, both extremely content, but yearning for more, my desire for Elias growing with each moment he held himself inside me. I dug my nails into his skin, an expression of passion more than anything, one that let him know I was his forever… if he wanted it that way.
CHAPTER 17
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When I woke that next morning, I felt as if the night before had been a dream. The horrors I’d seen, combined with the all-encompassing bliss of Elias inside me. I thought of his seed swimming through me and could barely resist the desire to touch myself, or the desire to wake him from his slumber and ask him to fuck me once more.
I was his mate. That much was certain. With the love we’d made, he’d marked me, christened me, made me his own. His desire for me was beyond the scope of this world, our mutual passion impossible to deny.
I looked over at his muscular body, wrapped in the white sheets of the hotel bed. He stirred next to me, and I could see the tensing of his arms, enhancing the definition of his perfect body. I ran my fingers along him, trying to be careful not to wake him, but unable to ignore my own drive to touch his body, to feel that charge of electricity that his skin always imparted to me with even the simplest touch.
Elias turned over and faced me, his eyes opening, revealing once more those expansive blue oceans, those glowing sapphires that could peer into my very soul. We didn’t say a word—we only kissed deeply and began the process once more, that act of complete passion that brought us again to inevitable climax.
It seemed impossible that this time could be better than the last, that it could be even more sensual and devoid of inhibition, that our orgasms could be stronger, longer, and more vibrant. We lay back in exhaustion, sweaty and content. I looked over at him once more, the burning desire for me still present in his eyes, the desire for his mate that signified our complete devotion to each other, baptized in the fire of our red-hot passion.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” I said, pressing my hand to his chest, enjoying the hardness of his pecs.
“Me too,” said Elias. “But we can’t. There’s a world outside. A world that needs us. A world that will be worse without us.”
I stared back into his eyes, saying nothing, maintaining my silence for the moment. Then I sighed.
The fact was he was right; the world did need us. While we’d made great strides last night, there was still much work left to do before the abductions case would finally be put to rest. There was still the risk that more girls would go missing. Mr. Cipriano was only the figurehead of the operation; the real danger lay before in the shifters that made up his crew, these half-men, half-wolves who carried out this dark trade.
And even when or if we solved this case, there would always be more criminals, there would always be sinister forces in the world that required constant vigilance to hold back the wave of evil from crashing down on human society.
So that became our new task: the reconciliation of our passion for each other with the demands of the world outside. It wasn’t an easy task, but it was one we’d have to face. In the end, knowledge that we’d be facing the world together, as shifter and mate, gave me the strength I needed to deal with the dark world outside our hotel window.
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