FIFTY-THREE

 

Catena teetered on the brink of her fourth orgasm, sucking in a breath to scream because she knew this one would be bigger than the rest, she could feel it, just as she could feel his hard length beneath her as she rubbed against him, teasing her, but not giving her what she wanted, not yet.

Then he lifted her, the slightest chill of air between them before he impaled her, the slowest and most exquisite torture imaginable. Inch by glorious inch, he filled her, hotter and harder than any human flesh, until she felt she might split in two. Until...she was sitting in his lap again, his massive cock (for this was no mere dick or penis, no, the monster wedged tightly inside her was a fully-fledged cock) stretching her to her very limits.

She trembled, hardly daring to move, because if she did, she'd combust into a million stars, and she didn't want to miss even a moment of the best sex of her life.

Tor smiled knowingly, as if he could read her thoughts. Perhaps he could, for his wings lifted her again, the length of him stroking all of her most intimate walls, before he slammed her back down again. Once. Twice. Three t...

The unearthly scream that rent the air could not have come from a human throat, let alone hers, but it must have. She was clenched down so hard on him, she'd have snapped a normal man's dick off.

Yet Tor just sat there, chuckling, the rumble of his laughter making her insides quake in the most delightful way. "I had thought to take you to bed before you'd scream so," he said, shaking his head.

Bed! Yes. They could do so much more there. But her legs were boneless after that earth-shattering orgasm. "I don't think I can walk yet," she admitted, feeling her cheeks heat.

With another roar of laughter, he rose to his feet, lifting her effortlessly along with him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips as she felt him start to slip out, just as he adjusted his grip on her, driving him in deeper, making her gasp and see stars.

By the time her vision cleared, he was lowering her onto the bed, his wings cradling her body as he knelt between her spread thighs. Then he lifted her legs, so her knees bent over his shoulders.

"You've offered me many treats tonight that I could smell and not taste, but there is one cup I cannot refuse. I will not let this night end before I have tasted you, and drunk deep."

And then there were no words, for his tongue was too busy, and his fingers, and his lips...waves of pleasure overcame her, as relentless as the ocean itself, until she could stand no more, and she begged for his cock again.

Grinning, Tor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His wings lowered her, so her back touched the bed again, but he didn't shift her legs off his shoulders. She felt his hot, hard head touch her clit, but go no further.

"Those are the sweetest, saltiest words I ever heard fall from a lady's lips, Miss Kelly, and I believe I would like to hear you say them again."

She didn't know what she'd said. Just that she needed him, now. "I want...I need...to feel your cock inside me again. I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name and all I can scream is yours. Please, Tor, I need to feel you inside me now."

With one swift thrust, he granted her wish, but then he slowed. He pumped into her, slow and dark and deep, a pace as relentless as the beat of her own heart. As she looked into his eyes, fixed on her, though there was only one heart between them, they shared it equally, two bodies moving as one.

Until he leaned in to whisper, "I love you."

Tears sprang to her eyes as she fought to find the breath to say the same words back to him. She knew it down to her bones, but she couldn't...seem to...

Oh God, she was close to the cliff again. So close...

"Come for me, Miss Kelly," Tor growled.

"Come with me, Mr Stone," she puffed back, clenching down hard as her whole body seemed to dissolve.

She smiled as she heard him roar his release.

Whatever else their future held – freedom for him, she hoped – at least she would have no regrets about this night.