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spoke the words again, he would take her -- hard, fast. Rough. Lexa barely managed to stifle a whimper. " Take me ."
He thrust into her with one powerful movement, driving into her body and snarling his satisfaction against her ear.
The remnants of pleasure still simmering in her flared, and she jerked under him. "Dejan! Goddess..."
Large hands dragged down her shoulders and back as he rose to his knees behind her. He grasped her hips and dragged her up, but he didn't give her a chance to settle her knees on the bed. Instead he held her where she had no leverage to move and began a slow, taunting grind.
It was exactly why she'd wanted him as her teacher. No other trainer in the recent history of the Temple had the same reputation for satisfaction and instruction. It explained how he could command her body so easily, draw such exhaustive pleasure from her.
What it didn't explain was why she wanted him to mark her again, and why she wanted to press her own teeth to the strong, tanned column of his throat.
"That's right..." His voice was a rough, rasping whisper in the silence of the room. "I can feel it when you give in, feel the power of submission."
"I'm --" She bit her lip to stop the traditional words. Give in, he'd said. Everything but those words. "I'm glad."
"And obedient." One powerful thrust, a tease of what was yet to come, and he resumed the torturous rocking. "It's too late, novice. You're at my mercy now."
It felt heavenly, better than bringing any of the other trainers to their knees. "What are you going to do with me?"
His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises. "What do you think?"
He'd ride her to exhaustion, make her come until she begged him to stop... and she wanted him to say it. "I don't know. Tell me."
"No." A sharp jerk, yanking her to her knees to free his hands. One rubbed over her ass, rough fingers first then the bite of nails. "No warning for you, little novice. No control." He slapped her ass with his open hand.
She cried out as the sudden, stinging contact shook her. There was nowhere to go, no way to escape, even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't. "No control," she repeated in a whisper.
A pleased rumble, and the wet heat of his mouth against her shoulder. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled her head back. "You're hot around me. Wet. So eager."
"Don't make me wait." She tried to put force behind the words, turn them into a demand, but they came out as a hoarse plea. Fuck it. Give in. "Please. Please ."
He traced his hands over her, molding her body with strong fingers, tweaking her nipples and caressing her hips. He touched her everywhere, stroked and teased and demanded, all the while working into her with tight, short thrusts, fucking her like he wanted it to last forever.
Every one of those thrusts hit her G-spot, and she tried not to collapse under him. Nothing had ever felt so good, but she didn't want it to end. "More, Dejan."
" Come ." A snarled command, steely and firm, and she couldn't resist.
Pleasure churned deep inside her, tightening into a knot of heat that made her shake. He thrust one more time and the knot exploded, sending the heat rippling through her, head to toe. Lexa clutched the chains and screamed.
She faintly felt the sting of his teeth, digging into her shoulder as he snarled. Warm, rough fingers centered on her clit, rubbed slow, deliberate circles that twisted pleasure higher.
She rode the inconceivable swell of pleasure for what seemed like forever, orgasm after orgasm, and Dejan through it all, whispering and growling and taking her...
Something inside her snapped, the final tiny piece of herself that she'd kept hidden. She accepted him, wolf and woman, and a burst of inviting magic rose between them.
" Yes ." He slammed into her, then dragged her up to his chest with a snarl of triumph. His arms locked around her, and he buried his face against her neck. His teeth bit into her skin, and she shuddered as he jerked inside her
He thrust into her with one powerful movement, driving into her body and snarling his satisfaction against her ear.
The remnants of pleasure still simmering in her flared, and she jerked under him. "Dejan! Goddess..."
Large hands dragged down her shoulders and back as he rose to his knees behind her. He grasped her hips and dragged her up, but he didn't give her a chance to settle her knees on the bed. Instead he held her where she had no leverage to move and began a slow, taunting grind.
It was exactly why she'd wanted him as her teacher. No other trainer in the recent history of the Temple had the same reputation for satisfaction and instruction. It explained how he could command her body so easily, draw such exhaustive pleasure from her.
What it didn't explain was why she wanted him to mark her again, and why she wanted to press her own teeth to the strong, tanned column of his throat.
"That's right..." His voice was a rough, rasping whisper in the silence of the room. "I can feel it when you give in, feel the power of submission."
"I'm --" She bit her lip to stop the traditional words. Give in, he'd said. Everything but those words. "I'm glad."
"And obedient." One powerful thrust, a tease of what was yet to come, and he resumed the torturous rocking. "It's too late, novice. You're at my mercy now."
It felt heavenly, better than bringing any of the other trainers to their knees. "What are you going to do with me?"
His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises. "What do you think?"
He'd ride her to exhaustion, make her come until she begged him to stop... and she wanted him to say it. "I don't know. Tell me."
"No." A sharp jerk, yanking her to her knees to free his hands. One rubbed over her ass, rough fingers first then the bite of nails. "No warning for you, little novice. No control." He slapped her ass with his open hand.
She cried out as the sudden, stinging contact shook her. There was nowhere to go, no way to escape, even if she'd wanted to, which she didn't. "No control," she repeated in a whisper.
A pleased rumble, and the wet heat of his mouth against her shoulder. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulled her head back. "You're hot around me. Wet. So eager."
"Don't make me wait." She tried to put force behind the words, turn them into a demand, but they came out as a hoarse plea. Fuck it. Give in. "Please. Please ."
He traced his hands over her, molding her body with strong fingers, tweaking her nipples and caressing her hips. He touched her everywhere, stroked and teased and demanded, all the while working into her with tight, short thrusts, fucking her like he wanted it to last forever.
Every one of those thrusts hit her G-spot, and she tried not to collapse under him. Nothing had ever felt so good, but she didn't want it to end. "More, Dejan."
" Come ." A snarled command, steely and firm, and she couldn't resist.
Pleasure churned deep inside her, tightening into a knot of heat that made her shake. He thrust one more time and the knot exploded, sending the heat rippling through her, head to toe. Lexa clutched the chains and screamed.
She faintly felt the sting of his teeth, digging into her shoulder as he snarled. Warm, rough fingers centered on her clit, rubbed slow, deliberate circles that twisted pleasure higher.
She rode the inconceivable swell of pleasure for what seemed like forever, orgasm after orgasm, and Dejan through it all, whispering and growling and taking her...
Something inside her snapped, the final tiny piece of herself that she'd kept hidden. She accepted him, wolf and woman, and a burst of inviting magic rose between them.
" Yes ." He slammed into her, then dragged her up to his chest with a snarl of triumph. His arms locked around her, and he buried his face against her neck. His teeth bit into her skin, and she shuddered as he jerked inside her
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