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She could feel she was getting wetter by the second. With each draw back her hips tried to follow him, making the impact when he came back in harder. Every time he hit the end of her, he felt so deep. She was so full of him. She panted, digging her nails into his skin, loving the feeling of it all.

The first time she clenched him, his hand came up to her throat to grab it. He didn’t squeeze it; he just pushed his hand up against her jaw so her head would tilt back and to the side.

Her breath hitched when she realised he was staring at his mark, and the speed of his hips picked up even faster. He was getting more excited in seeing it exposed for him.

Amalia could feel herself spiralling. She started trying to move her own hips against him, tilting them back-and-forth. She was just about to orgasm when she heard him growl, demanding her to do so.

She exploded.

Her body went rigid as her core started spasming around his pounding shaft. She screamed as she came around it.

He was silent as she came, but she could feel him shuddering. She could feel that the angle of his thrusts had changed like his back bowed in reaction.

Amalia tugged on his arm when she came crashing back from her wonderful peak. She was desperate to have him closer so she could cling to him and feel his body against hers.

He lowered from his straightened arm to lean on his elbows, his free hand coming up to tangle in her hair.

She wrapped one of her legs around one of his while she brought the other up so it could wrap around his back. Her free hand slid behind him as well so she could dig her nails into him.

And then she tried to hold onto him as he thrust his cock inside her, never slowing down or giving her a moment to settle.

She couldn’t contain her heavy breaths. They rolled against his neck as she kissed it and slipped her lips over him with little cries coming from her. The new position felt closer and was helping to push her back to that razor's edge she’d just come from.

Amalia always seemed to lose herself when she was entangled with him like this. All her inhibitions and shyness disappeared just so she could feel raw and pure need.

She didn’t care about anything else other than the feel of his body on top of hers, the warmth of him, the smell of his skin – she even parted her lips to flick her tongue for a taste of his sweat. The sound of his heavy breaths was wonderful, and her ears listened out carefully for the sounds he rarely made.

She wanted to feel him under her palms and fingertips, feel her hair moving or being pulled because he was holding onto it. She could feel her skin prickling when it became flushed, waves of it rushing.

“Rurik...” she moaned, her legs beginning to tremble. “I... I am about to-”

He went faster.

She scored her nails down his back, and she buried her head against his neck as she cried out. She came again, her eyes clenched shut at the strength of it, at the feeling of it ripping through her.He feels so good.So right, so perfect as he made her orgasm drag on.

He pulled his head back to press his chin against hers, their lips millimetres apart, to watch her expression as she wrung the last of her orgasm around his shaft.

He was panting, his bottom lip almost brushing against her own when she bounced from his movements. His stare was intense while hers felt dazed, their heated breaths mingling. He was excited to watch her come, his shimmering silver eyes flickering between both of hers.

“Does my cock feel good inside you? Does it feel good to know that only my cock will ever be inside you? You are mine, Amalia, and I am going to fuck this pussy every day for the rest of your life.”

“Oh, Gods! Yes!”

His hand moved from her hair to grab her backside to knead it as his thrusts started to slow. She felt his body quake all the way from his head to his legs.

His forehead fell to her chest before he released a strangled groan against her breast.

Amalia let out a distressed cry when he suddenly yanked his cock from her quivering channel, upset that he’d pulled away. That was until he flipped her over to throw her onto her stomach with jarring movements.

She gasped when he shoved back in.

Rurik didn’t even take the time to catch his breath before he pulled out of her to roll her onto her stomach while being careful of the rope connecting them. He brought her arm up under her, so it was above her, and put it on the same side as his to pin to the mattress.

He pressed her hips down so she was lying flat before pushing his knees together around her legs so they would close. His cock was aching, and he was desperate to get it back inside her, but he wanted to be behind her, wanted to control her, have her trapped beneath him.

Once he had her in the position he wanted, he laid against her with her legs between his and tangled his fingers through the back of her hair. Then he brought his hips down until her lips parted around him, only to slam his cock between the gap of her backside and thighs, forcing himself into her dripping channel. The little mewling gasp she gave, like she was pleased he’d returned, sent an electric course of pleasure though him.

Rurik was crazed for this woman.