clamping on his hand, chest heaving with ragged intake.
She was free of any impediment now save the turmoil of her mind, and he paid it no heed.
He straightened from his stoop and kissed her, crowding her against the cool stone. Her body reacted to the pressure of his rigid, muscled flesh with violence—a torrent of emotion saturated her insides. Desire flooded her sex, betraying her mind. Her pulse thundered like a stampede of horses, galloping desperately in terror and excitement.
He dragged his rough hands down her sides, taking her gown with him until it bunched around her waist, fingers touching her as if reveling in her submission. She trembled, whimpering as he yanked her skirts high and found her hips, curling around her buttocks with a possessive grip.
He bent his legs, pushing a knee between her clamped thighs until they parted around him. He lifted her, until the crux of her thighs cradled his hot, hard erection. It took him only a minute to free it and return his hands to her cheeks, cupping her, hauling her closer.
His proximity seared her naked nether lips. The mouth of her womb watered in hunger, desperate for sustenance.
He broke from her mouth, covering her jaw and neck in ravenous kisses, threatening to eat her alive, devour her with his passion. She wanted to beg him to stop. Knew it was useless.
Her mind wailed at her submission. Her body cried for him to ravish her.
She couldn’t control the creep of her arms as they encircled his back, couldn’t control the tightening of her fingers at his shoulder blades.
He groaned at her surrender, ground his hips against her. Pleasure erupted from her clit, making her belly spasm. She moaned, mindlessly rubbing herself against him, wanting that thick length deep inside her.
He tensed, gripping her buttocks tightly, rocking his hips until his cock seared her entrance. He clenched his jaw, his breath harshly expelling past gritted teeth.
She went rigid, moaning at the invasion. “Morpheus!” she gasped.
Her breathy plea provoked him. He thrust inside her, rending asunder virginal flesh. He reacted by going deathly still.
She screamed in pain, pleasure fleeing, scarcely noticing the halt of his movement. It was too late. He’d ruined her body, destroyed whatever pleasure she’d derived from him before. She squirmed in agony, impaled on his rod, great shudders wracking her body.
Morpheus ground out a curse, kissing her lips. She sobbed against him. He shuddered, running his fingers delicately along her sides. Magic, like sparks of lightning, sizzled across her bare skin. The pain vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving only the tight stretch of her muscles around his incredible girth.
She tensed around him, ecstasy blooming like a fragile blossom. Impatience hastened his actions. He thrust deep inside her, yanking her flush against him, bearing her against the wall.
The thick head and fleshly column stretched her to an overflowing, burning her. Exciting her beyond ken. He groaned her name against her lips, her cheek, kissing all over her face as he worked a driving momentum into her womb. Her inner muscles clutched him with desperation, agonizing pleasure building with each powerful stroke.
He was pounding her, mindless to the bliss hovering just out of reach. She could ignore it no longer.
His ragged breath seared her neck and ear, his savage groans making her shiver with excitement. Her sex screamed for release, nerves stretched taut, focused on attaining orgasm.
She cried out his name, clinging to him as he ground his hips against her pelvis, so rough, so exquisite. Her clit throbbed until it was like a second heart beat between her legs. She tingled everywhere, her arms, legs, even her hair seemed electrified. Her teeth ached from the clench of her jaw, lungs burned to compete with the rigor of
She was free of any impediment now save the turmoil of her mind, and he paid it no heed.
He straightened from his stoop and kissed her, crowding her against the cool stone. Her body reacted to the pressure of his rigid, muscled flesh with violence—a torrent of emotion saturated her insides. Desire flooded her sex, betraying her mind. Her pulse thundered like a stampede of horses, galloping desperately in terror and excitement.
He dragged his rough hands down her sides, taking her gown with him until it bunched around her waist, fingers touching her as if reveling in her submission. She trembled, whimpering as he yanked her skirts high and found her hips, curling around her buttocks with a possessive grip.
He bent his legs, pushing a knee between her clamped thighs until they parted around him. He lifted her, until the crux of her thighs cradled his hot, hard erection. It took him only a minute to free it and return his hands to her cheeks, cupping her, hauling her closer.
His proximity seared her naked nether lips. The mouth of her womb watered in hunger, desperate for sustenance.
He broke from her mouth, covering her jaw and neck in ravenous kisses, threatening to eat her alive, devour her with his passion. She wanted to beg him to stop. Knew it was useless.
Her mind wailed at her submission. Her body cried for him to ravish her.
She couldn’t control the creep of her arms as they encircled his back, couldn’t control the tightening of her fingers at his shoulder blades.
He groaned at her surrender, ground his hips against her. Pleasure erupted from her clit, making her belly spasm. She moaned, mindlessly rubbing herself against him, wanting that thick length deep inside her.
He tensed, gripping her buttocks tightly, rocking his hips until his cock seared her entrance. He clenched his jaw, his breath harshly expelling past gritted teeth.
She went rigid, moaning at the invasion. “Morpheus!” she gasped.
Her breathy plea provoked him. He thrust inside her, rending asunder virginal flesh. He reacted by going deathly still.
She screamed in pain, pleasure fleeing, scarcely noticing the halt of his movement. It was too late. He’d ruined her body, destroyed whatever pleasure she’d derived from him before. She squirmed in agony, impaled on his rod, great shudders wracking her body.
Morpheus ground out a curse, kissing her lips. She sobbed against him. He shuddered, running his fingers delicately along her sides. Magic, like sparks of lightning, sizzled across her bare skin. The pain vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving only the tight stretch of her muscles around his incredible girth.
She tensed around him, ecstasy blooming like a fragile blossom. Impatience hastened his actions. He thrust deep inside her, yanking her flush against him, bearing her against the wall.
The thick head and fleshly column stretched her to an overflowing, burning her. Exciting her beyond ken. He groaned her name against her lips, her cheek, kissing all over her face as he worked a driving momentum into her womb. Her inner muscles clutched him with desperation, agonizing pleasure building with each powerful stroke.
He was pounding her, mindless to the bliss hovering just out of reach. She could ignore it no longer.
His ragged breath seared her neck and ear, his savage groans making her shiver with excitement. Her sex screamed for release, nerves stretched taut, focused on attaining orgasm.
She cried out his name, clinging to him as he ground his hips against her pelvis, so rough, so exquisite. Her clit throbbed until it was like a second heart beat between her legs. She tingled everywhere, her arms, legs, even her hair seemed electrified. Her teeth ached from the clench of her jaw, lungs burned to compete with the rigor of
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