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The memory of his words and sharp admission fired the ache between her legs. Her nipples peaked against the soft material of her chemise. Unable to resist, she rubbed against his chest, loving the light friction. Kei pulled one hand impatiently away from her ass and slipped it down the front of her dress, quickly tearing the ties away. His hot palm cupped her breast, holding the heavy weight, while he scattered kisses across her jaw.

“Kei,” she sighed, the word a quiet plea—for more of the turmoil he was creating inside her.

He straightened. Lorran blinked at the sudden loss of his mouth. His eyes glowed as he stared at the curves of her breasts visible through the opening of her bodice. With deliberate hands, he spread the edges of material wide and displayed her naked breasts. Lorran waited, her eyes watching his, searching for some reaction. Her husband had liked her breasts but had never stared at them with the fascination Kei was showing now. He reached out one long finger and trailed it along the curve of her breast, circling closer until finally he traced the pink outline of her tight nipple. The peak pushed out farther, as if reaching for his touch.

“Beautiful,” he said as he bent and attached his mouth to her straining nipple. He bit down gently, then eased the pressure with soft gentle pulls of his mouth. A lightning bolt connected her breast to her sex. She squirmed in his grasp as the emptiness between her legs grew more pronounced.

He eased his thigh forward, pressing into the space, moving against her aching pussy. She sighed and tentatively pushed against him. Kei groaned into her skin and the sound echoed through her body, each rumble of pleasure he released sending another caress deep in the center of her body. She settled her weight down on his leg, curling her ankle around the back of his calf to hold him in place. The empty ache Tielle St. Clare

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turned into anticipation. She pressed against his thigh feeling the sweet pain of her rising orgasm.

Reaching down, he cupped her hips and lifted her off her feet. The world turned as he spun around and carried her the short distance across the room. He sat her on the table’s edge and flipped her skirts out of the way. In one fluid move, he pulled her hips forward and settled his covered cock against her pussy.

He hitched his hips forward and positioned his erection along her slit, massaging with subtle pulses. Lorran gasped and dragged his mouth back to hers, luring his tongue inside.

After long desperate kisses, he pulled back.

“You’re wet for me.” He put his hand between them cupping her dripping sex, slipping the tip of his finger into her passage. “Your cunt is flowing all this juice just for me.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Now, I’m going to drink from you.”

“Yes!”

At her cry, Kei dropped to his knees. With no prelude, he spread her lips, clamped his mouth over her sex and began to lick. He seemed desperate for her. Lorran leaned back, spreading her arms wide and clutching the far side of the table to keep her body upright. Her hips tilted forward opening her wider to Kei’s touch. The light flutter of his tongue drove shivers deep into her stomach. Her head suddenly seemed too heavy. His eagerness and hungry feasting was wildly seductive. He licked the length of her sex and swirled his tongue around her clit, teasing the sensitive nub. The wet, ravishing caress sent violent shudders through her body.

“Kei!” Her body continued to pulse, recovering from the sharp sparkling climax. But still she wanted more. She slid her hips forward, unconsciously opening herself to him. He took full advantage.

His tongue slid into her cunt, slipping deep into her passage as if to gather as much of her juice as possible.

Spots formed in front of her eyes and Lorran felt her arms weaken. She fell backward on the table and stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep coherent thoughts somewhere in her mind. She would lose her sanity if she gave into this blinding pleasure.

But there was no chance to pull away. Kei wouldn’t let her. His initial hunger seemingly eased, he slowed his movements, sipping and licking, pulling softly on her lower lips. But his lingering kisses did nothing to slow the fire burning in her. It only intensified the heat. Long, sensuous moments passed. Lorran twisted within the grip of his strong hands. The pleasure was almost painful and the need so great she could barely speak to plead with him. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she whimpered. It was too much.

“Please, Kei, no more.”

He ignored the protest and pushed his tongue into her sex. The warm liquid turned to gold on his tongue and he wanted more, wanted all of it. All of her. His fingers tightened compulsively on her thighs, holding her in place for the sweet invasion of his mouth.

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He drove his tongue into her again, her cries blending with the voice in his head. He had to have more of her. He curled the end of his tongue, wanting to get deeper. She struggled, smashing her cunt against his mouth. He rewarded her need by sucking softly on her clit. Then he stretched two fingers inside her cunt—reaching what his tongue could not. He traced the inner walls of her tight passage. Her cry pierced the sensual fog that surrounded him and he raised his head. She was flat on the table, legs spread wide, her dress rucked up—and she didn’t seem to notice. Her mind was lost in what he’d done to her.

He dropped his eyes back to her naked pussy. “Mine,” he whispered. He didn’t know where the sentiment came from, only that it was true. He returned his mouth to her cunt and placed light kisses across her sex, savoring her scent and flavor, reveling in the soft moans she made. The strange haze still hovered at the edges of his mind. His own desires were simply heightened by the dragon’s cravings. He couldn’t stop it, couldn’t slow the need to taste her. This was where he belonged—forever between her legs. The creature’s silent voice rumbled in his head, encouraging him, urging him on. More, and more still. The sweet liquid that flowed between her thighs belonged to him.

He pushed her again and again to climax. Her pleas became cries then whimpers, then threats and then returned to desperate pleas. The desire to fuck her grew with each orgasm.

He slipped one long finger into her pussy and growled.
Mine.
He wanted it. Wanted to shove his cock inside her, fill her with his come.

“Fuck you,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

She blinked rapidly and lifted her head inches off the table. The blurred look in her eyes faded as she focused.

“I need to fuck you.” His voice sounded foreign but the need drove him on. She was open to him—he could take what he needed but he wanted her acceptance, her agreement that she desired this as much as he did. He waited. Emotions not wholly his own welled up—anger, pain and resignation multiplying inside him with each passing moment.

Take her. Take her.
Kei fought the urge, knowing it was from a source outside himself—from the desperate voice inside his head.

“Yes.”

The word was soft but distinct. Kei gripped the edge of the table, forcing himself to remain still despite the desire to pounce. She watched him with a clear, direct stare. He couldn’t resist one more taste. He trailed his tongue up the length of her pussy, savoring the flavor.

The beast inside urged him on—the prospect of filling her was too tempting. Kei stood up.

Lorran stared at him, questions filling her eyes, curiosity and concern. She took a deep breath and he watched reality return to her gaze. The languid sensuality that had mellowed her body was replaced by a forced relaxation. He could almost see her mind work—as if she were cataloging each action.

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She wouldn’t turn this into some experiment. By the Hells, he wouldn’t let her do that.

He took her hips in his hands and pulled her off the table. With three quick tugs, he stripped the dress off her body. She stood before him—eyes lowered. He could tell she wanted to cover herself—hide from his scrutiny—but she held still. She was lovely—

large firm breasts with nipples that hungered for his mouth, a gentle indent at her waist and the soft flare of her curved hips. He’d hold those hips as he drove deep into her.

“Turn around,” he commanded. Her eyes widened in confusion and Kei had a fleeting thought about how unimaginative her previous lovers had been. He had much to teach her.

After a long moment, she slowly turned. He gently pushed her forward until her hands were flat against the tabletop.

“Kei?” She looked over her shoulder, her eyes questioning. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his hips against hers.

“Don’t worry, sweet,” he whispered in her ear. “I can fill you from here.” He cupped her bare pussy, slipped the tip of one finger inside, just enough to remind her where he belonged. The sharp intake of her breath told him she wasn’t the distant observer she’d imagined herself.

Her bare ass glowed beneath his palm. He rubbed his hand across the smooth flesh. She fit him perfectly.

“I’ll be so deep inside your cunt—” His voice was soft and low. “I’ll become a part of you. You’ll never lose the feel of me. You’ll want me inside you always.”

She pushed up on her hands, gasping for breath.

Kei wrenched the ties at the top of his borrowed trousers, the pressure of his cock pushing the strings wide. He shoved the leathers down and moved against her. She was soft, her skin a whisper of silk along his.

“Can you feel me?” He kept his lips against her ear, his voice soft, for her alone. She nodded. “I’m going to fill you, come inside you until you can’t take any more, until you’re dripping with my come.” She shivered in his arms and rocked her hips onto his teasing fingers. She was ready for him.

Her hands curled into fists on the tabletop as he spread her legs and pushed the tip of his cock into her entrance.

She tensed. He was thick and stretched her passage with the first inch he moved into her. “Shh. Relax, sweet, let me have this pussy. It’s mine. Let me have it.”

She let his words flow through her and she found the courage to release her muscles. More of his shaft slid inside. He moved slowly, supplying her with one slow heavy inch after another. Her body adjusted, molding around his shaft. He paused as if giving her time to learn him. And then there was more. She thought he’d never end. Finally, his hips were pressed against her and he was deep inside. She could feel him. Heat flowing from his cock spread through her body, warming the darkest corners. His soft voice whispered comforting nonsense about her beauty and how delicious she felt. She rested back, settling against him. It seemed to be the sign he needed. He began to move.

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The long slow pull out of her pussy seemed to go on forever. She vaguely recognized the strange panting sounds as coming from her but nothing she did seemed to stop them.

“Do you like that, sweet?” His words were hot against her ear. He nipped at the edge of her lobe, layering the sensation upon the unrelenting thrust of his cock back into her pussy. One thick arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her hips steady for his invasion. The other hand cupped the heavy weight of one breast. “Do you?”

With each question, he pressed a little deeper, starting again the delectable torment. The orgasms of moments past faded and a new line of arousal began. Lorran took long, deep breaths, trying to fight the surge that coursed through her. Nothing had ever felt like this. Except her dreams.

“Kei.” She meant it as a protest. It came out as a plea.

“That’s it, pretty one. Gods, your pussy is so tight. You hold me so close. Like you never want to let me go.” He pulled her back, until she was almost standing. He canted his hips forward, staying inside her. He massaged the full mounds of her breasts. His warmth flowed from his skin, heating her inside.

She dropped her head back against his shoulder as her breath left her lips in ragged gasps.

“Tell me, Lorran. Does it feel good? Do you like my cock inside you?”

She couldn’t stand it any more. “Yes!”

“Shall I give you more?” He bent her forward, inching his thick length ever so slightly deeper into her passage.

She was gone. Pride was gone. She wanted what Kei could give her, all that he could give her. Nothing had ever felt this desperate.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please.”

Without speaking, Kei straightened and grasped her hips with both hands. She reached forward to grab the edge of the table and supported her weight. When she was bent all the way forward, he shoved deep into her—hard. The long seductive moves were gone, leaving behind the hard deep thrusts.

“Aaah.” Her cry resonated in the tiny cabin. It wasn’t pain—it was need, pleasure.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned, her words timed to the hard pounding into her pussy. He slid in deep and stopped. Her mind screamed in protest. She was so close. The sweet tightening that warned her climax was near vibrated through her body. She just needed a little more. She pushed back, trying to slide him deeper, guide his cock where she needed it. His strong hands held her still. She was at his mercy and he wasn’t done tormenting her yet. Slowly, the long line of his cock pulled out, almost leaving her body. “Noo. Please, Kei.”

“Hold still.”

“No, Kei, I need you.” She hated the pleading sound of her voice but he couldn’t stop now.

“You need this.” He punched his cock into her one time. “That’s what you need.”

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give you all the cock you need. And you’ll give me this sweet pussy, right?” He pulled out and held himself at her entrance.

“Kei!”

“Won’t you?” he demanded. “Give me all the pussy I need? All I want?” He gave her a slight taste, pushing a thick inch back inside. She whimpered, squeezing her lips together to crush the sound. “Tell me,” he urged.

“Yes. All the pussy you want, all that you need.”

Triumph and surrender blended in his growl of approval.