Page 77 of Loving Amari

His hands guide my hips as I work myself on him. I grind down, circle my hips, finding the angle that makes me gasp.

Then I feel his finger pressing against my ass again. He pushes inside and I cry out at the fullness.

“Yes, just like that.”

I ride him harder, his finger working my ass while I bounce on his dick. Sweat drips down my body. My thighs burn but I don’t stop.

“You look so good taking all of me.”

I throw my head back, lost in sensation. My breasts bounce with each movement. He leans forward and captures a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

The pleasure shoots straight to my core. I’m building again.

“Come on my dick.”

I shatter, gushing again, liquid running down both our thighs. My vision whites out.

Before I can recover, he stands with me still impaled on him. He holds me up effortlessly and starts bouncing me on his length.

The position makes me feel small, completely at his mercy. I cling to his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity.

He carries me to the wall, pressing my back against it. He fucks me harder, each thrust driving me up, gravity pulling me back down.

“Oh god.”

His mouth finds my neck, tongue on my claim mark. His hand slides between us to circle my clit.

“One more. Give me one more.”

The orgasm builds impossibly. When it hits, I scream, my whole body seizing.

He carries me back to the bed and lays me on my back. He grabs my legs, pushing my knees to my chest, folding me completely.

The position is brutal. He pounds into me with renewed force, reaching places that make me sob with pleasure.

Something shifts inside me. A primal need, a divine instinct. I need to claim him. Need to mark him again.

“Amari,” I gasp. “I need to bite you.”

He freezes for just a moment, his eyes widening. Then a smile spreads across his face, pure joy radiating from him.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Claim me, baby. Make me yours again.”

He pulls me up so I’m straddling him, still impaled on his length. We’re chest to chest now, his cool skin against my heated flesh. He starts moving again, thrusting up into me while I grind down.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close. My fangs extend, sharp and ready. Pink magic crackles around us, my goddess power responding to the moment.

I strike, sinking my teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Mine,” I growl against his skin.

The taste of him explodes on my tongue. Cool, powerful. But there’s something else. My magic flows through the bite, marking him on a level deeper than physical.

Amari groans, his hips bucking up violently. “Yes, fuck, yes. Yours. Always yours.”

He doesn’t stop fucking me. If anything, he moves harder, faster, driven wild by my claim. His hands grip my hips bruisingly tight as he drives up into me.

I drink from him, feeling our connection strengthen, deepen, become something transcendent.

Then his fangs sink into my neck, right over his original claim mark. The sensation is electric, overwhelming. He’s claiming me at the same time I’m claiming him, sealing our bond completely.