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“Why do I desire you so much? Tell me to stop, Amalia. Or-”

Hope made her desire blossom freely and she pulled his lips back to her own.

She felt his hand grip her bottom tighter, his mouth moving faster than before as if in reaction to what she’d done. The hand that had been pulling her hair now tenderly gripped the back of her head to help to push them closer.

He pulled away so he could shove his mouth against hers again. His kiss was hard, forceful, and unyielding. She tried her hardest to combat it, to return it, to show him she welcomed it.

When she met his tongue readily, his hand shot up to grab the back of her dress. The material tore at her skin like a burn when he ripped the back of it from her shoulders all the way to her waist. He then grabbed the front of it and shoved it down her body until it pooled at her feet, leaving her naked and bared to him.

He grabbed the back of one of her legs and lifted it to his side. She had to grab his shoulders, so she didn’t fall, when he lifted her off the ground.

He was gripping her tightly, his fingertips digging in as he dropped to his knees like she was his salvation. The heel of her foot slipped against the ground and forced her legs to spread around his hips.

Amalia flinched when coldness met her back from the rocky floor, the shock making her pause. Growling emitted from his chest, dissatisfied that she had stopped greeting his tongue while he moved to lay on top of her.

He pushed his hips to grind his cock against her.

This time she felt him slip between her folds and she knew she’d wetted him by how slippery he felt. She let out a soft moan when it rubbed over the apex of her clit, that naughty little nub that wanted to be pet, singing with satisfaction, and she pushed her hips forward to rub it against his cock herself.

Amalia wanted to do this, wanted to feel him like she had before. His words last time had made her feel convenient, yet his words this time made her feel anything but. She spread her legs in welcome.

Even in his anger at her kind, after being harmed and hurt by them, he still wanted her. He still found her attractive regardless, like he wasunable to helpfeeling this way. She wanted the passion he was obviously desperate to give to her.

He pulled his hips back, and she waited for it, her hips tilting towards him so she could feel his cock slip against her folds more firmly when he came forward again. The tips of her nipples felt tight and sensitive when she felt his bare chest scrape against them.

“I wonder how your kind would feel to know,” he started in a dark, yet quiet tone that made her shiver. “That something as pretty as you... has something like me between your thighs.”

His growling grew loud right before she felt him sink inside her. She gasped, her mouth falling open, and her back arched from the intrusion. Her hands flew forward to grip his sides.

There was no waiting for her to adjust this time.

As soon as he was buried, he started thrusting hard and deep. He moved his mouth to sink his teeth into the side of her neck as he pounded into her core.

Amalia moaned. It was all she could do against the strength of his movements, the force in which he was taking her so suddenly. She moved her hands to his back when she heard him grunt every time he hit the end of her, the hard hit she expected would hurt, but didn’t.

He was so big, stretching her. She felt everything, and she could feel herself spiralling up already. She tried to arch her back, to change the angle of her hips so it didn’t feel so intense. She wanted to escape his chest massaging her breasts that seemed to make the ache between her legs worsen.

“Ohhh!”

He went harder, gripping her hair again to keep her still while his hand on the back of her thigh dug in with such strength it almost hurt. But Amalia couldn’t feel pain, not when her orgasm was swiftly approaching.

She ran her nails across his back.

His body shuddered from her doing so, bowing forward like he was trying to escape the score of her nails. He snarled into his bite before he released her.

He grabbed her wrists tightly and pinned them next to her head, using his fists to keep himself upright and away. He was squeezing her wrists, making sure she couldn’t move them and scratch at him again. Amalia balled her hands, needing to grab a hold of something but was unable to.

She couldn’t even hold onto her breaths when they started to come out as heated pants between small cries. She couldn’t believe her own voice sounded so erotic.

Being on straightened arms just gave him more control. That snarling face remained while no sound came out. Not only was he shoving hard, but he was moving in and out of her quicker now.

Her ankles dug into the sides of his legs when she went over. Crying out, she felt her body clenching around him as she came, her head tilting back from the force of it. But he didn’t slow down, didn’t let her muscles relax.

Oh, my Gods!She spread her trembling legs further, wanting to feel him hit deeper, harder, for him to give her more as she came.

She wanted him to take her to a higher place of ecstasy.

When she finally tilted her head forward, her breathing was so irregular that she had to remind herself to do it. She had to fight with pants and moans. While she tried to do this, she stared straight into his silver eyes.