Ready though she was, as he pushed inside her, hot and hard and thick, the feel of him stretching her was just barely on the pleasurable side of discomfort. She moaned needily, clutching at his large hands where they curled possessively around the crease where her thighs joined her hips, holding her firmly in place.
It was. . . it was. . .
And he plunged deeper. And deeper. And she couldn't think. She was reduced to a trembling puddle of feeling as he pumped hard between her legs, spreading her thighs wider as he bent over her to nip and suck at her damp flesh, growling with satisfaction at each new rosy mark he left on her skin. All while his hips rolled and snapped against hers, sliding in and out of her until it felt like he couldn't possibly go deeper.
Until he straightened and hitched her knee up high, pressing it close to her side. And she whimpered as he thrust so deep it almost hurt.
Yet still, even as her vision threatened to falter and it nearly hurt to breathe, she was panting so hard to keep up with the way he was setting every nerve from the tips of her fingers to deep within her clenching belly alight with each hard thrust, it felt like. . . like. . .
Like it wasn't enough.
Arching, her hips bucking up to meet his, her body begging, demanding more.
She wanted to burn, to ache. Her core clenched harder around his steadily thrusting cock.
She wanted him to consume her.
The way his gleaming golden gaze threatened.
And the way his hard, rigid body was not.
"You're holding back," she admonished with a frown, though the effect of her glare was diminished by the breathless quality of her voice and the way it hitched with an involuntary gasp with each jolting thrust.
"Of course I am," he growled, his jaw bulging with the force of his clenched teeth.
"Don't," she snapped, only to arch, her head falling forward and a silent cry causing her own jaw to go slack as he slammed into a particularly sensitive patch deep inside her: her vision spotted and a low keen whined from deep in her chest. "I need - I - I need. . ." she couldn't put into words what she needed.
Not with his cock sliding in heavy, rapid strokes against that place inside her that never failed to utterly overwhelm her with sensation.
Only to cry out as she was suddenly, devastatingly empty. Her entire body jerked and bucked, her own lips curling in a snarl, as she scrabbled for him, her fingers curled into claws as she tried to grasp at his broad, tense shoulders and corded neck, to haul him back over top of her.
But suddenly she was being hauled from their rumpled bedcovers, his grip almost painful on her upper arm as he half-walked, half-dragged her to the fur rug before the lazily crackling fire.
She had barely caught on to what he was doing when she was shoved down onto her hands and knees.
"Please," she whined, her frame, already tense from the weight suddenly pressing down on her back as his arms curled one after the other around her, arching into his as he drove sharply back inside her with brutal deep thrusts to bury himself so deep they were pressed together completely from thigh to neck.
"Not yet, Pet," he murmured almost apologetically. "Not until you know what you're asking for."
And then he began to move, their bodies rocking in tandem, they were joined so closely, so completely as he worked his length impossibly deeper, pressing hard against places inside her she wasn't even sure even he'd reached before , making her eyes roll back in her head. It drew a moan from so deep in her chest she shuddered with it. His mouth was hot on her back as he laved her skin with open-mouthed kisses.
"I know what I'm asking," she complained irritably. He growled, his teeth scraping against the juncture of her shoulder. She shivered, something deep in her chest thrumming with longing and she pushed back harder into his sharp thrusts. His teeth, unnaturally pointed, pressing into her sweat-slicked skin.
She gasped, her grip on the thick fur beneath her growing almost painful, heat blooming rapidly deep in her belly from the friction and pressure of their joined bodies as his pace steadily increased.
And the feel of his teeth against the flushed skin of the juncture of her shoulder, almost, but not quite hard enough to draw blood.
His breath was hot and heavy against the tense muscle of her shoulder, her entire body tensing at the implicit threat, heat pooling not just where he was rutting between her shaking thighs but beneath the flesh caught between his jaws.
But then the pressure of his teeth against her flesh was gone. "No you don't," he growled darkly with a gentle nip before pressing a contrastingly gentle kiss to her shoulder. Frustration and irritation flared, and despite the way her entire being was utterly consumed by the feel of him atop her, enveloping her, inside her, she was suddenly tempted to shove him off her so that she could let him know exactly what she-
Only to cry out as he suddenly rocked back on his heels, his arms crushingly tight around her ribs and chest as he pulled her with him, seating her firmly on his thighs, her legs splayed around them in a desperate bid for purchase even as he continued to drive up into her with swift, hard shallow thrusts that soon had every thought flying from her head. She clutched at his arms, clinging on for dear life as she hurtled toward the precipice of her own release with a breathless wail.
It was brutal, feral, rough. It was too much.
And Merlin, that was more like it.
She was too full, too sensitive, wound too tight. She was going to split, to shatter, to fly completely apart. She whined his name, arching, pressing her bottom more firmly against his hips, her body clenching tight around the hard length invading her so completely, so gloriously she wasn't even sure where she started and he ended anymore. She couldn't stand much more. She couldn't last much longer.
And her world fell away with a silent keen in a blinding burst of pleasure as she pitched over the edge.
She couldn't breathe as her body arched and spasmed, lost to the throes of her release as it burned through her in rippling waves, nursed along by the rapid, deep strokes still plunging remorselessly within her.
But eventually her breath caught and she could breathe again, her body going lax and boneless with relief and surrender and pure euphoria as she came down, sagging in his arms. Her head fell back, awareness coming back as his breath came hot against her tingling skin, the pleasant, aching throb between her legs fed by his increasingly rapid thrusts as he began to twitch inside her, his body tensing further around her.
"I do know," she murmured as he grunted and growled, feeling his abdomen flexing and tensing tellingly, his release dangerously imminent. She grinned languidly, lifting her arms back and behind her to dig her fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, guiding his eager mouth back to the juncture of her shoulder.
Contrary to what he seemed to think, she did know what he was restraining himself from doing.
She sighed as he buried his nose against her throat, his lips latching on to suck another mark onto the same spot his teeth had pressed so tantalizingly against what felt like both and eternity and seconds before. She tilted her head so that her lips grazed his ear.
"I want you to mark me," she breathed.
She couldn't help but moan, shuddering with aftershocks of her own release as he went abruptly went rigid. And gasped, the sound rolling into a low groan as the base of his lurching cock began to swell. His hips ground hard against her bottom, forcing his half-formed knot inside her before jerking almost violently in three final deep, erratic thrusts that jolted through her entire body as he pulsed deep inside her and spent himself with a groaning grunt she felt down to her bones.
And with a sigh, he too went limp, pulling her down with him as he fell to the side in a tangle of limbs, arms still tight around her as he kissed her neck and shoulders, holding her sweat-slicked frame tight against his own as the last of his release twitched within her, leaving them both quivering and utterly wrung out.
"Fuck, Pet," he growled, his hips flexing against her bottom, causing her to squirm with a whimper as his knot slowly swelled within her, forcing her to widen her legs. Carefully, he slotted his thigh between hers, hooking her outer thigh over his. She sighed in relief. "You can't just spring that on a man."
She shrugged laconically, caught uncomfortably between tensing at the discomfort blooming just within her entrance as his unexpected knot continued to form, forcing warm dribbles of his spend out of her, and melting back against his broad chest and into his arms.
"You thought I didn't know why you've been holding back on me."
"If you know why," he grit out, his arms tensing briefly around her as his cock twitched, resuming its spurting within her, his hips flexing sharply and utterly involuntarily, "then you know why I've been holding back." He nuzzled his nose further into the juncture of her shoulder, sighing heavily as his body finally began to relax around hers.
"There's no going back once I Mark you, Pet," he rumbled. There was a seriousness and a weight to his words that had her teasing quip about how he'd said much the same thing their first time - the first time he'd knotted her - dying on her tongue.
She tilted her head back, catching his dark, golden gaze.
"I know," she murmured instead, her grip on his hair loosening as her palm slid forward to cup his bearded cheek, gently guiding his mouth to hers for a languid, loving kiss.
He groaned, nipping affectionately at her swollen lips before nuzzling back down toward her throat.
And eagerly - proudly, she thought with an exasperated scoff in the back of her throat - nipped at the love-bite he'd left on the sensitive skin of her neck.
Where his Mark would very soon hopefully be.
HIs arms tightened around her, causing his twitching knot to prod uncomfortably deep against her cervix as the angle of him within her changed. Yet warmth still bloomed, tingling out from where they were inextricably joined even as her vision sparkled and a breathless moan caught in her chest.
He chuckled tiredly as she squirmed at the sensation, loosening his embrace slightly so that she could settle more comfortably back against him, wiggling her hips until his knot was settled more securely inside her even as her thighs trembled; Despite sharp ache thanks to the sheer girth of his knot, it still felt oddly good to have him locked firmly inside her, filling her to the brim with both cock and spend. Even as his length finally stilled and the evidence of their passion that had been forced out between them before his knot had fully finished forming began to dry in sticky dribbles between their joined bodied. Satisfied in every way that mattered, with a sigh of her own she relaxed, letting him turn her head to kiss her again, slow and deep.
"I suppose that means you're going to want to get married too," he murmured with a wry grin against her mouth. She chuckled, nipping at his lips and luxuriating at the scratch of his thick beard against her skin and the warmth of his broad body curled around hers.
"If you Mark me, we're as good as, don't you think?"
"Fuck, I love you, woman," he growled, and recaptured her mouth in a consuming kiss, thrusting shallowly against her as the heat between them began to surge once more.
She very much didn't mind.