him. She lifted her ass, feeling a hint of shame, but wasn’t able to stop herself. He slid his hand over her pussy and rubbed the sopping flesh between her thighs. She shuddered. He growled and the sound reverberated through her.
She heard the sound of cloth ripping and he leaned over her to clamp his teeth on her shoulder. He thrust his cock deep into her needy flesh. He was huge, that was the only word Laira could use to describe him. He stretched and filled her until she was overwhelmed. Tears welled in her eyes as pleasure and pain danced together, driving a scream from her mouth. He began to shove himself like a piston within her, and she could do nothing but throw herself back to meet him. She heard their flesh slap together in long, wet pulls as orgasm after orgasm rushed through her body. He shoved hard one last time then began to spasm and come. He unclamped his teeth from her shoulder and let out a screaming cry as he continued to drive himself into her.
Laira slumped under him, gasping to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her, and he began to lick the wounds he’d made with his teeth. It was comforting, and she tilted her head to give him better access. Small shocks danced through her system every time his tongue moved over her flesh. She idly wondered what it would feel like if he lapped her pussy. She shivered at the thought.
He sat up and pulled his still hard cock from her body. She moaned at the loss, feeling empty and adrift without him covering her. Shoving the thoughts aside, she forced herself to sit back and turn to look at him. He was just as stunning as when she’d first seen him in the hall, maybe even more so now he had intimate knowledge of her body. Unfortunately, she didn’t even know his name.
He grunted and the black armor oozed back over him, but he never took his golden eyes from her. Laira wondered if he was just going to stare then walk away. Probably. Men, no matter where they were from, were major dickheads. And if he did, why should she even give a shit? Hell, he’d practically raped her. Yeah, and if anyone believed that, then they would certainly believe she was a guest of the Silarin and not a prisoner. She turned away from him to look at her own nearly naked body. She clenched her thighs together as both of their juices slicked her inner thighs. Her emotions were a jumble; the only thing she was sure of was wanting to be fucked again. The need was like a beast that rode her hard and wouldn’t let her go.
She kicked the thought aside and slowly climbed to her feet. Moisture ran down her legs, and she looked around for something to wipe herself with. The only thing she had was the strip of fabric she wore and she certainly wasn’t going to use that. She didn’t want to be totally naked in front of the man, which was stupid since she practically was anyway. Hell, she needed to go someplace quiet to think, to get control of herself. She didn’t know what to do now or what this person would do. She hated not being in control but hadn’t been since the Silarin kidnapped her. She looked back at the man who had just given her the greatest sex of her life. He stared at her, almost eating her up with his eyes. She shook her head; she did not need another complication.
Before she could speak, he pulled a cloth from his armor and proceeded to wipe her dry. She tried to stop the shiver but couldn’t help it as his hands roamed her body. He watched her as he cleaned between her legs. She gasped and clutched at his shoulder when another small orgasm rippled through her. If she didn’t get away from him, she was sure she’d drop to the floor and beg him to take her again.
“I’m leaving now,” she said, moving away without meeting his eye. She figured after the sex, she could at least say something to him. She doubted “thanks for the fuck” would go over real well, so just stuck with the first thought that came to mind, feeble as it was.
“You are correct, talla
She heard the sound of cloth ripping and he leaned over her to clamp his teeth on her shoulder. He thrust his cock deep into her needy flesh. He was huge, that was the only word Laira could use to describe him. He stretched and filled her until she was overwhelmed. Tears welled in her eyes as pleasure and pain danced together, driving a scream from her mouth. He began to shove himself like a piston within her, and she could do nothing but throw herself back to meet him. She heard their flesh slap together in long, wet pulls as orgasm after orgasm rushed through her body. He shoved hard one last time then began to spasm and come. He unclamped his teeth from her shoulder and let out a screaming cry as he continued to drive himself into her.
Laira slumped under him, gasping to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her, and he began to lick the wounds he’d made with his teeth. It was comforting, and she tilted her head to give him better access. Small shocks danced through her system every time his tongue moved over her flesh. She idly wondered what it would feel like if he lapped her pussy. She shivered at the thought.
He sat up and pulled his still hard cock from her body. She moaned at the loss, feeling empty and adrift without him covering her. Shoving the thoughts aside, she forced herself to sit back and turn to look at him. He was just as stunning as when she’d first seen him in the hall, maybe even more so now he had intimate knowledge of her body. Unfortunately, she didn’t even know his name.
He grunted and the black armor oozed back over him, but he never took his golden eyes from her. Laira wondered if he was just going to stare then walk away. Probably. Men, no matter where they were from, were major dickheads. And if he did, why should she even give a shit? Hell, he’d practically raped her. Yeah, and if anyone believed that, then they would certainly believe she was a guest of the Silarin and not a prisoner. She turned away from him to look at her own nearly naked body. She clenched her thighs together as both of their juices slicked her inner thighs. Her emotions were a jumble; the only thing she was sure of was wanting to be fucked again. The need was like a beast that rode her hard and wouldn’t let her go.
She kicked the thought aside and slowly climbed to her feet. Moisture ran down her legs, and she looked around for something to wipe herself with. The only thing she had was the strip of fabric she wore and she certainly wasn’t going to use that. She didn’t want to be totally naked in front of the man, which was stupid since she practically was anyway. Hell, she needed to go someplace quiet to think, to get control of herself. She didn’t know what to do now or what this person would do. She hated not being in control but hadn’t been since the Silarin kidnapped her. She looked back at the man who had just given her the greatest sex of her life. He stared at her, almost eating her up with his eyes. She shook her head; she did not need another complication.
Before she could speak, he pulled a cloth from his armor and proceeded to wipe her dry. She tried to stop the shiver but couldn’t help it as his hands roamed her body. He watched her as he cleaned between her legs. She gasped and clutched at his shoulder when another small orgasm rippled through her. If she didn’t get away from him, she was sure she’d drop to the floor and beg him to take her again.
“I’m leaving now,” she said, moving away without meeting his eye. She figured after the sex, she could at least say something to him. She doubted “thanks for the fuck” would go over real well, so just stuck with the first thought that came to mind, feeble as it was.
“You are correct, talla
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