sensitive
bundle of nerves, coiling her need tighter and tighter. “I’m uncovering your
weaknesses, female, with each stroke of my fingers. When we do battle, you’ll
be defenseless against me.”
“Already…defenseless.” Sabria writhed, past pride, past
caring, his teasing driving all other thoughts from her mind. She clutched his
shoulders and sucked on his skin, his unique flavor coating her tongue, his
words accessing her heart.
“I’ll attack this area first.” He ravished her, rubbing her
clit with his thumb, pumping her pussy with his long, slender fingers,
stretching her, torturing her, pleasing her. “Rendering you incapable of logic,
of reason.”
Sabria panted, her lungs burning, her breasts numbed by the
salve, feeling no pain, only arousal, joy and a strange sense of belonging, as
though by offering him sanctuary, she had found her own.
“You’ll be helpless against me, Sabria,” Darius murmured
against her cheek, his voice conspiratorially low, his warm breath fanning her
skin. “You’ll no longer control me. I’ll control you, manipulating your body to
please me.” He flicked her earlobe, the connection felt straight to her pussy.
“Darius,” she cried out, arching toward him, needing more,
needing him.
“I’ll pin you in place.” He shifted over her, prodding at
her entrance with his broad cock head. Sabria sucked in her breath as Darius
pushed into her, filling her, sinking deeper and deeper, his shaft long and
thick and satisfying.
“And subdue you.” He pulled back, withdrawing up to his tip,
and he lunged forward, pressing her against the mattress, driving the breath
from her. Sabria wrapped her arms and legs around his torso, hooking her ankles
over his clenched ass, as he pillaged her pussy with forceful strokes, waging
war on her body.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she ordered her assassin and he
met her cries with harder thrusts, ruthlessly using her, the bed moving under
them, metal scraping against tile.
“Harder.” Sabria whacked his ass with her bare heels, their
bodies smacking together, Darius grunting in her ear, his breath hot and
ragged.
“More.” She pushed him mercilessly, selfishly reaching for
her own satisfaction, bliss hovering too far away to grasp. Must. Find. It. Sabria raised her hips, frantically meeting each thrust, her skin heating with
contact.
“Oh.” She dug her nails into Darius’ back and he hissed.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her muscles wound tighter and tighter, coiling to the point of
pain, her body straightening under him.
Darius pulled back and slammed into her, the stinging slap
of skin against skin snapping her in two, her orgasm rushing toward her with
the speed of a shooting star.
“Darius!” she screamed, clenching down on his shaft with her
pussy muscles, holding on to him, the only constant, as her world spun around
her in a dazzling array of light and color.
“Sabria!” he roared, driving even farther into her, spurting
his hot cum deep inside her pussy, coating her with his essence, setting off
another round of soul-shaking tremors.
As the euphoria eased and the energy drained from her
battered body, Sabria loosened her grip on Darius, her thighs falling open, her
legs slipping to the mattress. “Darius.” She gazed up at him, her eyelids
heavy.
“Sabria, my female, my breeder.” He kissed the tip of her
nose and his thin lips curled upward, fine lines feathering around his eyes,
his face softening, appearing almost boyish.
My serious assassin is smiling. Sabria struggled to
keep her eyes open, not wishing to sever the fragile connection between them,
savoring a closeness she’d never experienced with another person.
“I could love Darius,” she murmured. Her brain caught up
with her mouth and her face heated. “If he wasn’t such a woman-hating asshole,”
she quickly amended.
Darius’ lips flattened. “I invented Darius as you invented
the place where Drecks are equal. None of this is real.”
“The
bundle of nerves, coiling her need tighter and tighter. “I’m uncovering your
weaknesses, female, with each stroke of my fingers. When we do battle, you’ll
be defenseless against me.”
“Already…defenseless.” Sabria writhed, past pride, past
caring, his teasing driving all other thoughts from her mind. She clutched his
shoulders and sucked on his skin, his unique flavor coating her tongue, his
words accessing her heart.
“I’ll attack this area first.” He ravished her, rubbing her
clit with his thumb, pumping her pussy with his long, slender fingers,
stretching her, torturing her, pleasing her. “Rendering you incapable of logic,
of reason.”
Sabria panted, her lungs burning, her breasts numbed by the
salve, feeling no pain, only arousal, joy and a strange sense of belonging, as
though by offering him sanctuary, she had found her own.
“You’ll be helpless against me, Sabria,” Darius murmured
against her cheek, his voice conspiratorially low, his warm breath fanning her
skin. “You’ll no longer control me. I’ll control you, manipulating your body to
please me.” He flicked her earlobe, the connection felt straight to her pussy.
“Darius,” she cried out, arching toward him, needing more,
needing him.
“I’ll pin you in place.” He shifted over her, prodding at
her entrance with his broad cock head. Sabria sucked in her breath as Darius
pushed into her, filling her, sinking deeper and deeper, his shaft long and
thick and satisfying.
“And subdue you.” He pulled back, withdrawing up to his tip,
and he lunged forward, pressing her against the mattress, driving the breath
from her. Sabria wrapped her arms and legs around his torso, hooking her ankles
over his clenched ass, as he pillaged her pussy with forceful strokes, waging
war on her body.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” she ordered her assassin and he
met her cries with harder thrusts, ruthlessly using her, the bed moving under
them, metal scraping against tile.
“Harder.” Sabria whacked his ass with her bare heels, their
bodies smacking together, Darius grunting in her ear, his breath hot and
ragged.
“More.” She pushed him mercilessly, selfishly reaching for
her own satisfaction, bliss hovering too far away to grasp. Must. Find. It. Sabria raised her hips, frantically meeting each thrust, her skin heating with
contact.
“Oh.” She dug her nails into Darius’ back and he hissed.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her muscles wound tighter and tighter, coiling to the point of
pain, her body straightening under him.
Darius pulled back and slammed into her, the stinging slap
of skin against skin snapping her in two, her orgasm rushing toward her with
the speed of a shooting star.
“Darius!” she screamed, clenching down on his shaft with her
pussy muscles, holding on to him, the only constant, as her world spun around
her in a dazzling array of light and color.
“Sabria!” he roared, driving even farther into her, spurting
his hot cum deep inside her pussy, coating her with his essence, setting off
another round of soul-shaking tremors.
As the euphoria eased and the energy drained from her
battered body, Sabria loosened her grip on Darius, her thighs falling open, her
legs slipping to the mattress. “Darius.” She gazed up at him, her eyelids
heavy.
“Sabria, my female, my breeder.” He kissed the tip of her
nose and his thin lips curled upward, fine lines feathering around his eyes,
his face softening, appearing almost boyish.
My serious assassin is smiling. Sabria struggled to
keep her eyes open, not wishing to sever the fragile connection between them,
savoring a closeness she’d never experienced with another person.
“I could love Darius,” she murmured. Her brain caught up
with her mouth and her face heated. “If he wasn’t such a woman-hating asshole,”
she quickly amended.
Darius’ lips flattened. “I invented Darius as you invented
the place where Drecks are equal. None of this is real.”
“The
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