“You’re molting,” she said softly, teasing him.
“I’ll show you molting,” he growled, pushing her to her back, his lips finding hers and devouring them with passion. “You’re mine.” The words were spoken against her lips, her acceptance muffled by his mouth. He kissed her passionately, using his lips, his teeth and his tongue to drive her as made with desire as he was. He could feel the sting of her nails on his back and he laughed harshly. “I’m going to make you mine, in body as well as in mind and soul.”
Kendra was holding on to him for her world had gone mad. Sizzling emotions tore at her, desire making her body ache with need. She needed whatever was coming next and she begged him for it in her breathless voice. “Please…”
His hand parted her thighs, drawing one up to wrap around his waist. Using his hand, he pushed the head of his cock against her opening, his fingers flicking against her clit. Then he lifted his head, taking her chin in his hand. “Look at me, Kendra.”
She obeyed almost mindlessly. Her body was demanding things she had no idea how to give it. She felt almost panicky and it showed in her eyes. They were wide, the irises so green as to look like glass. But she stared up at him, waiting anxiously.
“You know I love you,” he said softly but his words penetrated the cloak of nerves that was falling around her.
“Yes.”
“And you love me.”
“Yes.”
“Hang on to me, sweet one. Hang on tight.” He waited until her arms wrapped around him, her fingers grasping at the muscles in his back. Then he pushed in, moving quickly to make it short work, breaking easily through her hymen. He held still then, waiting for her nails to come loose from his back and her body relaxed once more.
She moaned, looking up at him. “That hurt.”
“Yes, but it will never hurt again, Kendra.” He kissed her mouth gently. “Relax my love, the worst part is over.”
She moved her hips experimentally and looked up at him. He could see the trust in her eyes and it made him want to shout his joy. Instead he pulled slowly backward until his cock was almost out of her before pushing back in just as slowly and gently. He continued with the half strokes, pushing just a bit more of his hard cock inside of her until she took him all.
“Does it hurt now?” he asked softly.
“No,” she gasped. “It feels good again.”
It was what he’d needed to hear. He rose up on his hands, his head dipping forward to find her lips, his body moving against hers with purpose. He could hear her keening cries and feel her hands on his body, driving him mad with passion. He wanted to make her come, he wanted her to feel the pleasure he could give her and he held on to his own passion with just the tips of his control. He could hear the headboard of the bed slam into the wall with the power of his thrusts and he rolled with her, pulling her on top of him. “Ride me,” he urged, his hands going to her hips to show her what he meant.
She was a quick study and he groaned as she took him, hearing her own impassioned cries. He showed her how to grind herself down against him. Then he showed her how to come, his thumb parting the soft folds of her flesh, finding the hard button of her clit to tease even as she moved over him. Her head fell back, the soft sweep of her hair teasing his thighs. She whimpered, her eyes meeting his. “S-something’s happening.”
He felt the flutter of her cunny, the way it seemed to clasp down on his cock, drawing him even further inside of her. He felt the muscles contract and the heat of her spendings. She was coming and coming hard even as he thrust up into her, his hands holding on to her thighs so that she was held against him. “God yes,” he growled. His hips wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop, even as he forced more and more out of her.
His name was on her lips and she fell forward, the contractions of her pussy milking his cock and making him come. He shivered in bliss, his hands moving over her back, stroking her as his body convulsed under her. He heard the sound of his voice and the word that he spoke, knowing she had no understanding of what he’d said.
Then he spoke of his love, of the way she’d made him feel. He spoke of how he never wanted to be away from her, then he wanted her in his bed every night and at his side every day. He helped her roll to her back, moving so that he could cuddle against her, stroking the soft red curls away from her face. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear, feeling her smile.
Her fingers stroked over the softness of his hair and the width of his shoulders. “I love you, too,” she whispered softly, knowing he’d heard her by the way his mouth curved against her neck. Then she closed her eyes, her body relaxing into the softness of the bed, not even knowing when Lucian reached down and lifted the covers over them. She slept deeply for the rest of the night, content to rest in his arms.