Page 32 of My Vicious Beast
“So sweet,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh. “So perfect. Give me one more, Sienna.”
She looks down at me, her green eyes dark with need, her lips swollen from biting them. “Sol… I can’t… it’s too much…”
I smile, slow and predatory. “It’s never too much for you. I will wring every drop of pleasure from your body until you’re screaming for me to stop. But I won't.” Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cunt. “Because I plan to fulfill your every desire, no matter how many you have." Kiss. "Or how long." Kiss. "It will take."
My lips crash against hers, my tail vibrating on her swollen clit once more as she gasps, her hips jerking off the couch.
“Sol!” she cries, gripping my neck, shoulders, back, anywhere she can reach. “Sol, fuck?—”
I smirk. "Do you want more, my precious dawn?” I press the bulb harder against her, intensifying the vibrations, and she throws her head back, a broken moan tearing from her throat.
“Yes! Yes!”
I add a fourth finger into her cunt. She's so wet for me that it goes in easily, drawing a long, loud cry from her sweet lips. I watch her face as I move the bulb in slow circles over her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her. Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as pleasure rips through her and her pussy spasms around my fingers.
My head lowers, taking a nipple into my mouth. Her body trembles beneath mine as I suck harder, flicking my tongue over her nipple, fucking her faster, harder with my fingers.
“Sol!” she screams, her body bowing off the couch. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I'm?—”
Her orgasm crashes over her, beautifully violent and all consuming, soaking my fingers and the couch beneath her. She thrashes, her cries echoing in the room, her fingers clawing at my skin. I don’t let up, drawing out her climax until she’s sobbing, her body limp and spent.
“Sol,” she whimpers. “I need you inside me. Please.”
Her words are my undoing, destroying every bit of my control. My cock hardens until it aches and my balls jerk, thrilled at the idea that soon, I'll be coming inside her. The mate bond between us surges, a primal need to claim, to possess and fill her so completely she’ll never forget who she belongs to.
I rise over her, my wings flaring out behind me, my tail coiling possessively around her thigh. I tear my pants open, freeing my cock. It’s thick, veined, the head slick with pre-cum, and her eyes widen.
"Sol... there's—there's no way that is going to fit inside of me."
"It will," gripping her hips, I position myself at her entrance. "You were made for me, so take my cock like the good girl you are." I push inside her in an achingly slow thrust. I give her inch after inch as she moans and whimpers around me. "That's it. Look at you. You're taking me so well."
"I can't. I can't take it." she cries as she wraps her arms around me, her nails biting into my shoulders. Her legs fall open wider as if she's offering herself up to me, welcoming me.
"How could you say you can't take it when your perfect, greedy cunt keeps sucking me in so deep, Sienna?" I bite out, pushing further and further inside her.
Her mouth falls open, but she can’t seem to speak and that makes me smirk.
Finally, I bury myself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat, and I have to freeze. If I move—if I so much as breathe wrong—I will lose what little control I have left.
She's so fucking perfect.
"Sol," she whimpers, her cunt fluttering around me. "Oh God, Sol, you're so deep."
"I know, my precious dawn.” I want to fuck her. Want to ram into her like a damn animal, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I press my forehead to hers, my wings curving around us like a cocoon, blocking out everything but her. "I know. Just breathe. Let your body adjust to me."
Our breaths come in shallow pants. I can feel her everywhere—the rapid beat of her heart against my chest, her warm, damp skin against my own, the exquisité squeeze of her pussy as it stretches to accommodate me.
Mine. She's finally mine.
Pulling back slowly, I watch her face for any sign of discomfort, but there's only pleasure there. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
"More," she breathes. "Please, Sol. Move."
I don't need to be told twice.
I pull out nearly all the way, then thrust back in, hard and deep. She cries out, her back arching off the couch once more, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I do it again. And again. Setting a rhythm that has her moaning beneath me, her hips rising to meet every thrust.
