Page 64 of His to Hunt

“Nothing. Nothing between us,” I moan, trying to pull him closer.

“Not today. Not ever,” he croons, leaning down and kissing my ear then down my neck.

The golden flame is back in his dark gaze. I love seeing it, especially when I know it’s because of me. It’s proof that my mate is as desperate as I am. Whatever connects us is stronger than a spell from an old book. It feels like the most powerful force in the world. Emotional magnetism. Gravity that obeys laws of passion instead of physics. A burning need that is way too strong to fight.

We can’t fight it. Victor certainly isn’t. I’m not sure anything could keep him away from me. If I feel like I would try to run through a brick wall if it stood between us, I can’t imagine what a beast who actually could run through a brick wall feels when we’re apart.

But I know how he feels right now. How desperate he is. I can see it every time the golden flame flickers in his eyes. His cock throbs inside me a little harder every time he goes deep. The pressure has built into an ache, and that ache is getting more intense. Finally, I feel my pussy begin to flutter along his hard length.

“Oh god, I’m going to come,” I keen, my hips jerking as the pleasure consumes me.

“Yes, mate,” he encourages me. “Let me feel you. It’s the best feeling in the entire fucking world. Come for me.”

He pushes in hard and holds himself against me while my pussy spasms on his thick cock, prolonging the pleasure as it rushes through my veins. I clench his cock as hard as I can as I get rocked with another tremor of bliss, but I can’t hold him for long. He resumes hammering into me. He’s so desperate and needy I don’t think anything could slow him down right now.

The orgasm doesn’t end. It just rolls on, one wave crashing into another until I can’t tell if I’m coming again or if I never stopped. I’m getting addicted to this. Multiple orgasms every time he touches me. Climaxing on his dick again and again while he slams it into me. His throbs get harder and faster, just like his thrusts.

“I love the way your pussy just keeps begging for my cock when I fuck you like this,” he growls, driving his length deep, groaning in ecstasy. “I was thinking about it the entire time I was gone.”

My back arches hard enough to lift me off the mattress. I feel him everywhere when he’s fucking me this hard and fast. Inside me. Around me. Over me. I don’t catch scents like he does, but his is in my nose and lungs. I’m breathing him in and breathing him out. Just when I think it couldn’t feel any better, his weight shifts, pinning me to the mattress. His thick cock fills my body and mind so completely that every thrust seems to steal another piece of sanity.

I love it. I love being beneath him like this. I love being claimed by something stronger than fear, stronger than doubt, stronger than every miserable thing I used to believe about myself. He’s made me believe I deserve the good things in life, instead of someone else’s scraps. All because I belong to him.

“Oh god,” I moan as another orgasm seizes me without warning.

The orgasm peaks and I cry out, loud and helpless, my thighs shaking around his hips. His mouth finds my throat, his teeth scraping over my skin. His groans tell me he can feel every flutter of my pussy, just like I can feel every inch of his throbbing length.

“Again,” he demands with a snarl against my neck. “Come for me again.”

“I am,” I gasp, another orgasm tearing through me. “I am!”

“It’s not enough,” he growls. “I want you to come so fucking hard you force me to fill you with my seed.”

“You’re not close?!” I hear myself cry out. “You feel close,” I gasp my words into his ear as his teeth find my neck again.

“I’m close, mate. I’m dangerously close,” he growls. “But if you want it, you have to earn it.”

Earn it by orgasming? I’m not sure I can come any harder than I already have. Every single rush of pleasure seems to get a little weaker. I don’t feel like I’m in control of them. They’re just happening, no matter what I do. While I’m trying to figure it out in my stupefied brain, I feel another one build into an incredible crescendo, obeying my mate without any instruction from me.

“That one wasn’t hard enough,” he gasps, angling his dick into my g-spot.

“I’m trying… I don’t know how,” I whine.

“When you feel it coming, hold it back. Hold it until you think you’re going to die,” he is panting out his orgasm intensification instructions. “Then hold it some more. Make me force it out of you, and I guarantee it’ll be hard enough to make me explode.”

“You’re already forcing them out of me,” I groan, but I try to obey.

I fight against the pressure when it builds. My jaw tightens until only muffled whimpers and moans and hisses escape my lips. My muscles are so tight my entire body is shaking. I feel like I’m trying to contain something too powerful for my body to hold, but I give it my all.

“Ohhh, I can feel it now,” he groans. “It’s going to be explosive when I fuck it out of you.”

“Hurry, pleeeease” I keen through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“No, little girl,” he snarls. “You’ll hold it as long as I tell you to.”

It sounds like an impossible feat, yet I somehow manage to control my body for a few more seconds. But that doesn’t last long. It gets too intense and I feel like I’m going to die. I’m so desperate to come, every cell in my body is begging for release.

“I can’t, Victor, I can’t,” I yell, tears dampening my lashes.