and slowly stroked up. She never took her eyes from him.
“Mine,” he said softly.
He saw the protest flicker across her expression, but she didn’t voice it and she didn’t object when he settled back between her thighs. He licked once from her small puckered rear entrance to her clit, then he got serious. The nub was hard from his earlier attentions and he returned to it, flicking with his tongue before taking it gently between his teeth. Her moan was more a pleading whimper and since she didn’t struggle against her bonds, he decided to reward her.
He circled her entrance with his finger before slowly pushing it in, drawing out the pleasure he felt from her. On the next thrust he added a finger, scissoring them inside her to stretch her. She was tighter than he remembered. If he took her now, the way his more primitive side was demanding, he might hurt her. He couldn’t stand the thought of that. She needed to be desperate, slick and wet with need.
Mallory wondered if there would be anything left of her mind by the time he finished. He continued teasing her with his tongue and teeth, his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. He drove her up and up then kept her on the edge of orgasm. It felt so good it hurt, but even with the little bit of movement the scarves allowed her, she couldn’t hurry him up. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Suddenly his mouth and fingers were gone. She opened her eyes to see him sitting back on his heels, watching her with a lazy half-smile that made her catch her breath. If not for that smile, she’d have thought he was finally going to let her come, finally going to fuck her. But she knew better and wondered what he had in mind. He’d always been demanding, but he’d always held back. She got the impression those days were long in the past. She’d unleashed the stalking beast that lived inside all Elect males.
His hands moved to her ass, squeezing before spreading her, and she held her breath as he lowered his gaze, dark and avaricious, to the small hole he’d revealed. She could feel the slick cream he’d already drawn forth sliding down. Using one hand to hold her open, he dipped a finger into her pussy again, then used it to circle her asshole. He pushed in slow, gentle, and she couldn’t hold back a whimper. They’d tried this once, but she’d been too afraid of the anticipated pain to relax. Now, though, watching as he carefully thrust in and out of her rear entrance with one finger, she only felt excitement. He gave her that smile again and, keeping his finger in place, resettled on his elbow between her legs, mouth lowering to her pussy.
He used his tongue on her clit, alternating between fast and slow licks, as he worked up the speed of his thrusts in her ass. It felt too damned good and this time when she felt an orgasm building, he didn’t hold it back. He bit down on her clit at just the right moment and sensation, bright and piercing, swept through her. Then he was looming over her, hands braced on either side of her head, waiting until it was over. When she could focus on him, he nodded and his cock pushed against her pussy. His entrance was slow and measured, and she could tell that cost him. His jaw was clenched tight, his body tense and shaking against hers. He was fighting for control. She didn’t want him to have any. It was a thought she was sure to share with him through their bond.
“You don’t have any idea what you’re asking for,” he whispered.
“I’m not the girl you remember. I won’t break.”
He shook his head, thrusting slowly, almost experimentally. “I won’t take that chance.”
“Same old Zach thinking he knows what I need or can handle and I don’t know anything.”
He’d left enough give in the knots around her ankles that she was able to slip free. He didn’t show any surprise when she wrapped her legs around his hips. She wanted a long, hard ride, another thought she shared and one that
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