her ruthlessly. His eyes were wild. His muscles flexed and relaxed, flattening her curves every time he claimed her.
And that was what it was—a claiming. Her Warlord was no longer delirious with fever. He realized what he was doing and whom he was doing it with. There was no more resistance, no more fighting the pull between them.
She didn’t hide her need for his brand of pain. He didn’t conceal his preference for rough fucking. They were themselves, naked and uninhibited, as she suspected they had never been with anyone else.
His fingertips dug into her skin. Her pussy hummed with the severity of his thrusts. He grazed her neck with his teeth, sending shivers down her form. Her eyelids partially closed as she submitted to his dominance, embraced his handling of her.
“Who. Is. Inside you?” He pulled her toward him as he pushed into her.
“You. Are. Inside me.” She bounced her heels against his ass cheeks, seeking to make her barbarian male as feral, as needy, as he was making her.
“Say my name.” He demanded more from her.
“Tolui. Is. Inside me.” Her lungs ached. The effort to hold back her release was tearing her apart. “My Warlord. My male.”
He grunted his approval and labored over her, inside her, pushing them both toward the edge of fulfilment. She lifted her hips, meeting him halfway. Their forms crashed together and retreated.
Stars. Lea gripped her fingers harder and her knuckles cracked. She strived to last, but that was impossible. Her arms and legs quivered. Yearning coiled around her, squeezing, squeezing.
“Tolui.” A plea edged her voice. She was beyond shame, beyond rational thought. “Please.”
He shifted slightly and drove into her. His base smacked against her clit.
That pain shattered her. She screamed, losing control. Her inner walls constricted around his shaft. She threw herself against him.
Her Warlord roared, pushing back, pinning her hips to the sleeping support, stuffing her with hard cock. The ridge around the root of him swelled, sealing him in place, meshing the two of them together.
He exploded. Intense bursts of cum blasted against her inner walls. Her breath caught in her throat. His lips found the place where her neck met her shoulder and his teeth pierced her skin.
Sensations flooded her, the most delightful hurting and the most extreme ecstasy. She wanted to writhe, to thrash, but she had been captured by her powerful male. He held her still, gripping her with his teeth, his hands, his cock, as he poured himself into her.
All she could do was cry out, spasm under him. Waves of release swept over her, cresting and then finally leveling.
His arms folded and he fell, flattening her, his finely honed physique reassuringly heavy. His chest rose and retreated against her.
“Hurting you.” He rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
“I can endure any hurt you give me.” The marks on her form were proof of that.
“You are my gerel.” Her barbarian Warlord kissed her forehead, that act surprisingly tender.
She rested her cheek against his chest, listened to his heart beating. They remained connected physically, bonded by his cock in her pussy, but they were also linked at a deeper level. The two of them were meant to be together. She felt that in her soul, sensed it in the air around them.
“Did I hurt you too much?” His voice was soft.
She looked up at him, making no attempt to obscure her satisfaction. “You hurt me the perfect amount, Warlord.” She leisurely stretched, reveling in her soreness. “But I won’t feel you for planet rotations.” She feigned a frown. “You might have to take me again this rest cycle.”
“You want to rut again?” He lifted his eyebrows.
She nodded, rubbing her chin against his chest. “You could take me from behind.” That was her favorite position. “You could pull my hair, leave bite marks on my ass.”
His form shook. “That would be my decision, little female.” He smacked her ass and she moaned with happiness. “I decide how we rut.”
She grinned. “Does that mean I decide when we rut?”
“No.” His palms landed on her ass again.
“Oh.” Her sigh contained contentment, not disappointment. She liked that he was in charge of their fucking, was willing to leave that responsibility to her dominant male.
He curved his fingers over her abused backside.
Silence stretched.
His body relaxed under hers. His shoulders lowered.
“We will rut again, Lea.” His tone was firm. “You’re mine and I’ll use you hard.”
Joy blossomed inside her. “You’re a generous Warlord.”
“You’re an impudent little human.” His eyes glimmered with humor. “I