Page 70 of The Beast's Bride
A second orgasm ripped through her, more intense than the first, her cries echoing off the walls of her small apartment. She came apart beneath me, around me, her body surrendering completely to the pleasure I demanded she take.
And still, the beast was not satisfied.
I pulled out, flipped her around with hands that trembled with restraint. Positioned her in front of me, her cheek pressed against the wall, her body open and vulnerable and mine. I was going to fuck her again. Take her. Mark her. Get so deep inside she would never get me out.
"Last," I warned. "Deep."
"Yes," she moaned, pushing her round, perfect ass back against me. "I need?—"
I drove into her hot pussy in one hard thrust.
She screamed my name—a sound of pleasure and pain and perfect surrender.
This angle was different. Deeper. More complete. I bottomed out inside her, my hips flush against her ass, every inch of me buried in her heat.
"Perfect," I growled. "Fit. Made for me."
"Made for you," she sobbed. "Only you. Always you."
I began to move—slow, powerful strokes that shook the entire couch, that made the floorboards creak, that threatened to break the flimsy piece of furniture beneath us.
"Love you," I rasped, the words torn from the deepest part of me, from the beast and the man together. "Love you. Mate. Forever."
"I love you too," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I love you, Egon. I love you so much?—"
I felt her third orgasm building, her body tightening around me, her breath hitch and her muscles coil.
"Give me," I commanded. "Everything."
She did.
She came with a scream that shattered the silence of the apartment, her body convulsing, her inner muscles milking me, demanding my own release.
I roared, my climax tearing through me like a storm, my seed flooding her, marking her, claiming her in the most ancient way possible.
The beast settled. Satisfied. Complete. Mating cuffs on her wrists. Taken by the beast. By me. She was ours. Forever.
