Pure Requiem - Aja James Page 0,52

teeth, thrusting herself between my lips just as aggressively as I take her below.

I back her into the wall of windows overlooking the city from dozens of stories above. Sophia said that no one can see through the glass from the outside; only we can see out.

It doesn’t matter. I don’t care if the whole world sees me taking my Mate.

She’s mine. This is my Claim.

I’m hers. Always and forever.

I pump my hips hard up and into her, nailing her against the window, long and deep, splitting her open with my thickness, keeping her right where I want her with punishing jolts that make her body shake and quake.

She’s already convulsing helplessly around my cock and milking me with such vicious strength, a thousand stars explode before my blind eyes at the incredible wet, silky, clenching pressure.

“Oh Dark Goddess…” Ishtar moans low and guttural. “Oh Tal…Tal, Tal, Tal…”

I don’t stop thrusting, but I change the pace of my movements and draw them out, pulling almost all the way out to the tip, then agonizingly slowly screwing back in, reaching impossibly deep, grinding against that place that no one but me will ever touch. Making her shudder uncontrollably with ecstasy, her pussy drenching me with the evidence of her passion, the sounds of her wetness and the feeling of her juices dripping down our bodies, making me insane with primal lust.

I splay my hand against her hip, then rove it over her waist and ribs, up to her full, perfect breast to cup it and squeeze possessively, flicking the pad of my calloused thumb across her distended nipple, before lowering my head to take it into my mouth.

“Baby…oh my fucking gods!”

Her sex clenches around me hard enough to make me groan in pain-filled pleasure, but I don’t let up on her nipple, tonguing, sucking, softly biting it between my teeth.

Her hands claw my hair, pulling, scraping her nails across my scalp.

I move to the other breast and give it the same thorough treatment, all the while never faltering below, undulating slowly in and out of her, making her orgasm endless, controlling the intensity and pace.

I wish I can see myself thrusting into her body. I wish I can see the most intimate part of me Claiming the most intimate part of her.

In my mind’s eye, I see the bulging head of my cock parting her tender wet folds. She’s tall for a female and extremely strong. But her sex is small and tight. I recall that it’s a blushing pink like the petals of a fragile rose.

I imagine my cockhead working past those delicate lips like a meaty fist. The image must be as obscene in reality as it is in my head—that something so large and hard and brutally powerful should enter something so soft and small and vulnerable.

But she’s no victim. She’s not the only one being taken.

I see in my mind’s eye how her voracious pussy swallows the sensitive, plump head of my cock, how her tight, clenching channel devours my length as I feed it to her, inch by thick, steely inch.

She owns me as much as I own her. Pulling me deeper, pushing me to go faster, harder. Squeezing unrelentingly around me like a silken vise, pumping me for my seed, sucking me deeper and deeper until all I want to do is live inside of her and never leave.

Gods! I never want to leave.

Her hands move from my hair and travel down my chest, her nails carved slightly into animal claws, raking thin bloody streaks in my flesh, adding to the wounds from training I already have.

The pain excites me. Thrills me. Making the pleasure and pressure of her pussy convulsing around me even hotter, better, so fucking addictive.

Her hands travel lower, until one hand circles my base, her fingers unable to meet around my thick girth, and the other hand reaches down to grab my balls in a tight fist. Kneading, pulling, squeezing.

She wraps her strong legs tighter around me and uses the glass wall as leverage to push and pull against me in counterpoint to my thrusts. Curling her body tight, almost perpendicular to the wall, she revs the rolling power of her pistoning hips, her core sucking on me like a “vacuum.”

I groan and growl helplessly, lost to the euphoric lightning in my veins, chasing the paradise that only she can ignite.

She lowers her face into the crook of my neck and scrapes the tips of her fangs along my jugular vein.

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