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He went silent for a few seconds. His palm making little rubbing motions on her soft arm.

Ismena was on the verge of begging him to take her, when he broke first.

"Can I...? Please, let me, Ena..." His voice rumbled, "Just this once... Just this once... Please..."

Something about his tone broke something inside her. She has never seen him like this before. Tears prickled her eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay. Shh..." She bent her head a bit and placed a kiss on his arm, "Take what you need... Take what you need from me..."

"Don't hold back. Don't hesitate..." Another kiss to his arm, "I've got you."

One of his arms untangled from her and began pulling off his pants by the time he was done talking. His movements were hurried as undid hisbelt and unsnapped the buttons of his briefs. His arm was jerky as he pushed his bottoms down, freeing his erection.

Then, he pulled up her nighties, lifted her leg, and moved it back to crossover his own hip. Then, he shifted her lacy panties to the side and plunged into her.

They groaned together. She propped herself on her elbow, supporting her head using her hand, before swiveling her head slightly and giving him access to her lips.

He took it. His lips practically devoured hers, even as he thrust into her over and over again. His movements started out slow, but it escalated quickly. Unlike the other times, he did not give her time to adjust to him.

Instead, he possessed her in hard strokes, determined to stab through every resistance her human body threw his way. The length of the engorged shaft pushed a bit more into her with every short but hard stroke he stabbed into her.

"Ooohhhh... Wolfe, Oh God...!" She cried out, tearing her lips away from his.

She felt incredibly full and uncomfortable, but underneath those feelings laid tiny bites of pleasure. And she wasn't done taking all of him into her. And he was determined to feed her everything.

Straightening out her arm, she rested her head on the bed and breathed through her mouth.

He let out a low growl of pleasure as he thrust into her again. His hand rested behind her thigh, holding her leg up while he powered his hips.

He held her to him in a firm grip as if he was afraid she would disappear.

Ismena cried out when he finally buried his whole length into her, she could feel him in her womb. Tears burned her eyes, but she blinked rapidly to keep them away.

Every stroke felt like he was stomping through her uterus. There was pain, but there was also the same amount of pleasure backing it up too. It was overwhelming for her but she held on to him.

It hurts but she still pushed back against him to meet him stroke for stroke. Her hip moved with his. Her shaky hand rested on his hip, pushing him closer to her, encouraging his movements.

Sweat simmered from their foreheads. He took her like an animal. He rammed into her so hard her body shook all over. She cried out with each stroke, panting out series of 'yes! yes!' to spur him on.

His strokes were so hard like a man who expected his demons to be shoved right out of him—away from him—if he went hard enough. She had to clench her teeth at some point or risk hurting her teeth by jamming them together with the force of his thrusts.

Suddenly, her orgasm came for her with full force. It was unexpected, and just as hard as his strokes.

Ismena let out a long wail as she was forcefully plummeted to the stars. She soared high, sensations after sensations swimming through her body like a tidal wave. Her body clenched hard on his shaft, holding him in a death grip.

"Hell..." He gritted his teeth to keep from coming right then and there. The pleasure was too much. The feel of her was heavenly. She sobbed on the bed, shaking all over like a leaf.

His hand moved her head until her lips came within kissing distance, then he reached for it with his and swallowed her cries. He plunged his tongue into her hot mouth, licking and sucking any part he reached.

His other hand lowered to her clit, he began rubbing it in tune with the stroke of his hips and the stroke of his tongue. She made muffled sounds into his mouth as he prolonged her orgasm.

When he couldn't take it anymore with the rippling of her pussy on his cock, he finally pulled away from her and allowed his climax to take over him.

Ismena panted, shook, and twitched on the bed like a person dying from a worst case of cold. Her breaths were shaky. She felt cold and empty after the instant he withdrew from her.

She heard him behind her at the far end of the room, towards the door. His low grunts of pleasure as he stroked himself.

She would give anything for him to be able to hold her in his arms while climaxing. She would give anything for him to come in her arms. For him not to pull away from her.