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The feeling that was rushing through her body was intense, but she was starting to associate that word with him a lot. Everything about him and their intimacy is always intense.

Is it because she is his mate? If she was to keep being intimate with him, will it always be like this? Forever...?

He thrust harder, his dick stroking deeper, fucking her, possessing her, owning her as he never had before.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God." Like a litany, they tore from her mouth as the feelings came together and exploded into an orgasm that had her screaming and writhing beneath him.

With a groan, he pulled out of her. As fast as lightening, he was suddenly at the other side of the bed, then, he was grunting and beating at his swollen dick as he came. As the hot jets of his release sprewed from his cock, he allowed the pleasure to wash over him.

But it wasn't enough. Not even nearly enough.

As fast as he'd shot himself away from her, he returned on top of her. Ismena moaned, welcoming his weight and warmness. She'd felt so cold after he pulled away.

A shocked gasp tore from her lips when she felt him as hard as ever, like he never released, as he spread her legs wide and buried himself inside her again.

And that was just the beginning.

He chased her from one orgasm after another, throwing her from one volcanic explosion into another even more explosive .

He was ruthless, relentless and insatiable, as his dick possessed her completely, pounding into her wet, aching depths over and over and over again.

Ismena has no idea how long passed, but she'd bet her arms that it's been hours. So many hours. He was insatiable.

She lost count how many times he jerked away from her, shot his load of cum at the other side of the bed and returned to bury himself inside her again.

He never changed positions. He used her body thoroughly and tired her out immensely without dragging her all over the bed in different positions and for that she was most grateful.

"Wooooooolfaaaaaraine!!!!" She screamed at the fourth—or is it fifth? Six?—release that tore through her body.

She has lost count, her body one quaking mess of turbulent sensations. He used her body totally and without mercy, Ismena felt like she wouldn't survive this. Every release was more hard and forceful than the last one.

"Pleeeeese, oh, God, pleeeease!!" She cried as she came down from it, her head shaking from side to side in sheer exhaustion.

She was so tired she felt like all her bones have dissolved.

Tired eyes found him at the other side of the bed just in time to see his eyes flash green as he released, his seed licking from his cock.

His eyes flashed green all the other times he'd released too.

He was right when he'd said that the mountain lion waited for his weakest point, waited for his release, before it takes over to strike. Ismena refused to imagine what would have happened if he wasn't pulling away from her whenever he wanted to come .

She hated whenever he pulled away because it left her feeling bereft and empty, but at the same time, she was grateful because he's saving her life.

And, he still wasn't done with her.

She eyes widened in sheer panic when he came back to her, rose above her and began parting her limp, sweaty, shaky thighs again.

"W-What...!? No, p-please... I'm tired, I can't.. No more..." Her voice quaking with exhaustion. She would have pushed away from him but all her muscles was noddles. There was no single strength left in her.

"One last time, sweetling. Let me have you one last time." He pleaded, hunger in the deep growl as he leveled himself above her, positioning himself at her entrance again.

Oh. My. Heavenly. Father.

Finally, she understood a lot of things. All those times he'd repeated to her that she doesn't know what she was asking for, it finally made sense. She finally understood why he'd asked if she was ready for him. She finally understood why he asked if she can handle him.

The man is a beast. A handsome, insatiable beast.

"Please... Not again... I'm really tired..." She whimpered, tiredly. Her tone hoarse from screaming all night.

"Just this once and I'll let you rest." He bargained, "Take me in this last time and I'll let you sleep, Ena-baby."

He kissed her forehead, rubbing his dick against her saturated fold over and over again. He needed her. By the Above, how he needed to be inside her again .

Slowly, he positioned himself and worked his hard length inch by delicious inch inside her until all of him disappeared inside her tight sheath.

Ismena let out another pitiful whimper, as the wide crest parted the swollen, sensitive lips. She felt him push in to the hilt, filling her, stretching her to the point that pleasure and pain combined to create an inferno of heat and hunger that stole her mind.

He couldn't help groaning as pleasure zagged through his spine at the way her inner walls gripped him and squeezed. She feels way too good.

He looked down at her features edged in exhaustion, her body spread out beneath him like a sacrificial lamb. Lowering himself on her, completely blanketing her with his body, he began stroking in and out of her.

Ismena was going to drift off to sleep but it's just impossible with him inside her, and around her. She was surrounded by him. Overwhelmed by him.

She didn’t know if she could survive this...survive him. God, this man will be the death of her. Already she knows she'll wear his bruises from their interlude tonight. But, will she even be able to walk tomorrow? Next week?

His thrust quickened. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air.

She groaned as pleasure washed over her, her tired body jerking as he hit that spot inside her that had her eyes watering in sweet painful pleasure. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time.

She can feel her orgasm coming. It wouldn't be sweet and pleasurable, but hard and demanding like the others before it. Oh, no.

Ismena shook her head from side to side, "I can't, I can't... "

"I've got you, sweetling, you can." He angled his thrust, going deeper inside her.

“Wolfe!” Weak, breathless, she called out his name as she felt her last hold on reality begin to slip away. “Oh God, hold me. Please hold me.”

She was going to fly apart at the seams, she could feel it. She was going to lose herself and her mind right along with her senses.

“I have you,” His voice was a dark, primal growl. "I have you, Ena-baby."

He was moving, thrusting inside her, filling and stretching her pussy. Possessing her with every tightening stroke, Ismena felt her body vibrating, tensing. Pleasure was building inside her, burning, the sensual flames rising higher.

"Wooooooooolfeeeeee!!" The scream tore from the deepest part of her as she felt the conflagration detonate inside her. Violent, fiery, her orgasm began tearing through her senses, tearing through her body.

Her inner walls locked down, milking his hardness as the muscles began to flex and tighten in response to her release. As it shuddered through her body, she felt sensations overwhelm her.

She had no idea that she was crying, until a runaway tear entered her mouth and she tasted it.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God," she wailed as she trembled from head to toe.

"I've got you. I've got you." He crooned like he was soothing a child. At the same time, the familiar tingling started at his balls.

He tensed, his hips arcing, pushing inside her as his cock seemed to swell thicker and harder. The heavy flesh jerked, throbbed hard and deep and —

Ismena watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he shot away from her few seconds before his orgasm took him, his hand beating at his flesh as he spurted out his release. Series of almost inaudible groans he couldn't control tore from his lips as he spewed his seed on his bed.

Her eyes was barely open at this point. She was drained. Sleep hovered over her, preparing to take her in his arms.

She saw his eyes flash green before sleep started wrapping her up.

She felt a feather-like kiss on her forehead as sleep started blanketing her.

And, right before it carried her away, she heard him whisper. "Good night, Ena-baby."