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He doesn’t slow, riding me through it, fucking me sideways until I’m nothing but sensation.
When he finishes, he unlatches his teeth and licks at the wound, ensuring that his DNA gets into my system, and then he comes with a possessive growl, his hot cum pumping into my body.
I melt beneath him, bones turning to liquid as the fever eases.
Without pulling out, he eases my other leg to the mattress and settles behind me, still licking and nuzzling his Mark, holding me as we ride the aftershocks together.
Before I can recover, though, the fire returns, blacking out my senses with a haze of need.
When I come back to myself, I’m on my back, my heart pounding, and an ache radiating out from the point where Orien’s cock still moves inside me.
His hands are planted on either side of my head, his arms corded with muscle as he holds himself above me, his hips driving me deeper into the mattress. Sweat drips from his brow onto my collarbone, then trickles down the side of my neck.
I moan, the air thick with pheromones, our hunger saturating every breath until I gag on it. My thighs clamp around his waist, heels digging in, afraid that if I let go, he’ll vanish, and I’ll shatter into pieces.
I cry out as the orgasm hits, leaving my muscles weak and my skin so hypersensitive that the scrape of the comforter beneath my back becomes sandpaper.
Orien stays deep, no longer moving as his body heat sears along the length of me. One hand comes up to bracket my jaw, and he searches my face. For what, I’m not sure. Everything’s gone to static. All I can see is the white-hot edge of want.
He nudges his nose along mine and whispers, “Still with me?”
I try to say yes, but the word gets lost on my tongue.
He smiles, a slash of white teeth, and draws back just enough that the next thrust is pure friction, scraping pleasure raw. I yelp, actually yelp, and he groans in response, pace picking up again, grinding into the deepest part of me.
My hands scramble for purchase, nails catching on his arms, his back, anything solid. I want to mark him, too, want to rake bloody lines down his spine to leave proof of my claim.
He moves me, rolling us so my back arches over his legs and I ride him, thighs straddling his hips. The angle is different, the stretch burning. His hands guide my movements, up and down, slow at first and then desperate, chasing the next crest.
I brace my hands on his chest, fingers spread wide, digging into muscle and bone. My body answers every push, every caress, like I’m built for this.
The next peak slams into me without warning, and my dick spurts between us, the cum mixing with sweat as my inner muscles clench and release around his thick length. He holds still, letting me tremble and twitch on his cock while I ride it out.
When the spasms stop, I collapse forward, cheek pressed to the side of his neck.
His hand comes up to the back of my head, fingers tangled in my sweat-damp hair, and he rocks into me, slower, now, but deeper, the slide easier, the friction changed from burn to heat.
He waits until my dick hardens again, and I shift restlessly on top of him before he pulls out and moves me to lie on my stomach.
Strong hands on my hips lift my ass into the air. “Look at you, dripping with my cum.”
My ass clenches in response, and liquid heat slips down my thighs.
“One more time should do it,” he says, and pins me down, one hand on the nape of my neck, the other wrapped around my waist.
His cock slams back into me, and I writhe in pleasure as he fucks me, his movements relentless, every thrust punching the breath from my lungs, every grind pushing me closer to the edge.
I come again, dry this time, just a clench and a rush and a gasp that leaves me whimpering, but the pleasure is so intense it’s almost pain.
Orien’s rhythm turns savage, chasing his own end. He ruts into me, hips snapping, and when he comes, it’s with a growl that rumbles through my whole body, the warmth of it filling me until I can’t stand it.
He collapses over me, body covering mine, mouth at my ear. “Breathe.”
For a while, it’s all I can do.
The sheets are ruined. My thighs are soaked, the inside of me a mess, my whole body marked and used.
I love it.
