swear it. It would be akin to desecration
when I wish only to worship.”
“Worship?”
“You are impossible to convince with words!
Someone has made you mistrust everything said to you. I shall just
have to resort to my heritage.”
With that, he pulled her right against him
and seized her mouth with his.
Skin of an impossible texture and feel
touched all along her, absorbing every minute lunge she made
against it. Tendrils of scented warmth laced about them, binding
them together with invisible strength. Inflexibility. Completeness.
The sensation of a bed disappeared, replaced by a meshed web of
support that braced her every breath, captured her every sigh, and
pressured her every pore…fully against him. Vangie couldn’t get
enough of the sensation!
It was her legs entwining about him, her
throat the one moaning, her arms the ones stealing beneath his to
clasp behind his back, mashing her breasts against his chest.
Vangie melded with him, her entire being
crying out for a joining with him. Fully. Completely. Her legs
moved upward with little lurches, going up past his buttocks to his
lower back, wrapping about him to press her apex against his.
Willing their consummation. Begging for it. Careening toward it.
She felt his chuckle of amusement, a sting at her mouth, and then
the taste of blood…and with it came a spectacular lightning flash
of complete light and joy and bliss.
She pulled away to cry aloud with joy at it,
not even noting how he’d moved to her neck again, piercing, before
sucking and pulling at her flesh. A red haze washed about them,
filling the enclosure with more than warmth. Burning fire.
Scorching heat.
“My love! My mate! My
Frja
!”
Whispers accompanied the movement of his
mouth along her neck, back to her mouth, and with the kiss, he
shoved his rod fully into her womanhood, impaling her on such
strength and size that fireworks might as well be exploding
throughout the chamber, lit from the fuse he started. The eruption
of sensation was more than she could believe. It consumed her,
taking her to another realm of existence that was too beautiful to
contain. Vangie pulled away from the kiss, arching her head back in
order to allow the cry of ecstasy space for sound, loud and with
perfect clarity. It didn’t quit until her breath ran out. She’d
never felt such abandonment, such fulfillment, such satiation, such
joy. Wonder. Amazement. There wasn’t one thing frigid about any of
it.
Blue eyes were waiting for her when she
brought her head back down, the lashes shadowing them into dark
pools of depth. Mystery. Secrecy. Thrill.
“Wow.”
She whispered it, and got a crooked smile in
reply. Her heart contracted in a painful beat before going back to
a ratcheted degree, seeming to fill her ears with a thumping that
added to the cacophony about them. Vangie was the one lunging back
to connect her lips to his again, and this time, it wasn’t blood
she tasted, but pure nectar. An aura filled with light, and joy,
and complete delight cocooned them. It added to the melee of sounds
and images and sensations, and through it all, Dane continually
moved; lifting onto his arms in order to gain better positioning,
hammering his loins against hers, his shaft filling her over and
over, his essence melding with hers. Deep and intense. Hard and
full. Faster. Thicker.
More.
Glimmers of intensity became all-out tremors
of need, and those gave way to eruptions of complete orgasmic
ecstasy, and each one carried her cries of joy to the world. Again,
and again, and so many times, she lost count, and then something
changed. His rhythm altered, going to a harder, faster, and tighter
degree, while everything on his body tautened, resembling
flesh-wrapped iron everywhere she clung, and then he went stock
still, flinging his head back to send an unearthly groan that
trembled as it hung in the air. Vangie watched as he stayed in that
position, his entire body shaking until the mattress shifted
beneath them. And
when I wish only to worship.”
“Worship?”
“You are impossible to convince with words!
Someone has made you mistrust everything said to you. I shall just
have to resort to my heritage.”
With that, he pulled her right against him
and seized her mouth with his.
Skin of an impossible texture and feel
touched all along her, absorbing every minute lunge she made
against it. Tendrils of scented warmth laced about them, binding
them together with invisible strength. Inflexibility. Completeness.
The sensation of a bed disappeared, replaced by a meshed web of
support that braced her every breath, captured her every sigh, and
pressured her every pore…fully against him. Vangie couldn’t get
enough of the sensation!
It was her legs entwining about him, her
throat the one moaning, her arms the ones stealing beneath his to
clasp behind his back, mashing her breasts against his chest.
Vangie melded with him, her entire being
crying out for a joining with him. Fully. Completely. Her legs
moved upward with little lurches, going up past his buttocks to his
lower back, wrapping about him to press her apex against his.
Willing their consummation. Begging for it. Careening toward it.
She felt his chuckle of amusement, a sting at her mouth, and then
the taste of blood…and with it came a spectacular lightning flash
of complete light and joy and bliss.
She pulled away to cry aloud with joy at it,
not even noting how he’d moved to her neck again, piercing, before
sucking and pulling at her flesh. A red haze washed about them,
filling the enclosure with more than warmth. Burning fire.
Scorching heat.
“My love! My mate! My
Frja
!”
Whispers accompanied the movement of his
mouth along her neck, back to her mouth, and with the kiss, he
shoved his rod fully into her womanhood, impaling her on such
strength and size that fireworks might as well be exploding
throughout the chamber, lit from the fuse he started. The eruption
of sensation was more than she could believe. It consumed her,
taking her to another realm of existence that was too beautiful to
contain. Vangie pulled away from the kiss, arching her head back in
order to allow the cry of ecstasy space for sound, loud and with
perfect clarity. It didn’t quit until her breath ran out. She’d
never felt such abandonment, such fulfillment, such satiation, such
joy. Wonder. Amazement. There wasn’t one thing frigid about any of
it.
Blue eyes were waiting for her when she
brought her head back down, the lashes shadowing them into dark
pools of depth. Mystery. Secrecy. Thrill.
“Wow.”
She whispered it, and got a crooked smile in
reply. Her heart contracted in a painful beat before going back to
a ratcheted degree, seeming to fill her ears with a thumping that
added to the cacophony about them. Vangie was the one lunging back
to connect her lips to his again, and this time, it wasn’t blood
she tasted, but pure nectar. An aura filled with light, and joy,
and complete delight cocooned them. It added to the melee of sounds
and images and sensations, and through it all, Dane continually
moved; lifting onto his arms in order to gain better positioning,
hammering his loins against hers, his shaft filling her over and
over, his essence melding with hers. Deep and intense. Hard and
full. Faster. Thicker.
More.
Glimmers of intensity became all-out tremors
of need, and those gave way to eruptions of complete orgasmic
ecstasy, and each one carried her cries of joy to the world. Again,
and again, and so many times, she lost count, and then something
changed. His rhythm altered, going to a harder, faster, and tighter
degree, while everything on his body tautened, resembling
flesh-wrapped iron everywhere she clung, and then he went stock
still, flinging his head back to send an unearthly groan that
trembled as it hung in the air. Vangie watched as he stayed in that
position, his entire body shaking until the mattress shifted
beneath them. And
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