tongue drove her half-mad.
He rested his weight against her and she could feel his cock dig into her, sliding between her thighs, slippery from his attention. When he drove into her, the sensation was a mixture of pleasure, pain and surprise. Artemis was no virgin, but Sara was innocent. When she gasped, it alarmed hi m, freezing him in place. She knew he hadn’t expected it either and he whispered love into her ears as he held her through the pain.
“No man has ever been so lucky ,” he whispered. “To lie with the woman he loves twice for the first time. It is too sweet a gift.” His voice cracked around the words, his emotions heightened and raw.
Slowly the pain faded, giving way to the pleasure she knew would come as her body accepted the sweet invasion. With long even strokes, he worked the ache away until her body started responding in kind. She loved him and her flesh reacted, moving her hands to bring him closer, deeper. She pulled him in as he pushed forward and she struggled to pull him back as he moved away. She clung to him as he worked, in and out, forwards and back, all the while smothering her with kisses and whispers and love. Their lovemaking took on a life of its own as the whole affair became wilder with need.
He dug into her virginal tunnel, carving his path and then retreating, only to plunge in again. Her muscles were tight around his shaft as it moved all the way in, grinding. She wanted the moment to last forever, but she had lost control somewhere in between his strokes and the orgasm tumbled forth from her depths, causing a low moan to escape her.
“I’ve missed you, so much ,” he whispered as he rocked her through her climax, his own, only strokes away. When he spilled into her, it wound her tight again with want, her body begging him to continue, begging for another round of sensation, another explosion of satisfaction.
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He couldn’t deny her. Her hands cupped his cheeks, keeping his cock rooted in her as she wiggled underneath, grinding her hips into his until he stiffened once again for the huntress. Slowly he worked, in small strokes, just enough to stoke the fire inside him. As the flames of passion started licking the ceiling of his heart, he felt her spasm around his manhood, tensing and releasing in uncontrollable waves. His own release seemed miles away and the journey promised to be entertaining as he rolled them both over, bringing her to rest on top of him.
She used his chest to lift herself up to a sitting position. Her long dark hair spilled around her face, framing its perfection. Her green eyes gleamed and glistened with desire as she ground out another orgasm. His second release soon followed and they found themselves spent in each other’s arms, the entire day far away and quiet in his mind. It won’t continue, this moment of satisfaction and intimacy, but it will be enough for now .
Chapter Five
Alin’s fur bristled. He was annoyed; the woman would not shut up. When she wasn’t screaming, she was crying. He had gagged her himself, he needed peace. But she still cried and the gag only muffled her noise. Humans were fragile, they needed sleep, but so far the woman was wide awake and the fear in her eyes was the only consolation she gave him. She had been given water, but she had turned it over and thrown the bowl. He wondered if she would do it again. She had been gagged for hours, she had to be thirsty. Let her thirst .
He knew the hunters would come for her. Moreover, when they did, his pack would be ready.
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He didn’t know what to call himself in his mind. He struggled with both identities as he held her in his arms. She had fallen asleep with her head on his chest. As gods, they required no sleep. Nevertheless, his human body felt weary and it wasn’t long before he too slipped into unconsciousness.
He awoke when she lifted her head. The black of early morning was a void of light through the window of the cabin. He lay there and