A shock of something ran through him, raising his skin into gooseflesh. What made him think Leora loved him?
But, yes, it was there, shining from her face, radiating from her heart. He literally felt it flowing from her to him.
And the last time he’d felt that from a female had been…
With massive effort, he turned from Leora, forcing himself to move his feet toward the door before he did something he’d regret.
“Seke, please.” She followed on his heels. “You’re worthy of so much more than you allow yourself. You deserve satisfaction.”
Pain lit behind his eyes. He didn’t deserve anything. He’d left his mate and children to die—had not managed to protect his own family when disaster struck. How could he ever believe he deserved anything but the agony that had become a living beast in his heart?
“Please don’t go.” She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind—as if to catch him, but without the strength to hold him.
He started to shake her off, but then somehow he turned, picking her up by the armpits and pushing her against the wall behind him.
He crushed his mouth over hers, sweeping his tongue between her lips, giving her all of him—teeth and lips and tongue. Vecking her mouth in the same rhythm he shoved the bulge of his cock against the heat between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting him ever closer to her sweet, bare sex.
His vision tunneled, muscles and movements quick and fluid, as if in the middle of a fight. He lost all capacity for speech, plunged too deep into the inevitability of vecking Leora. He shoved his leggings down and fisted his cock, guiding it to her slick entrance.
She wouldn’t get gentle. Even if he’d wanted to be careful with her, he couldn’t have held back. Not after waiting so long, after so many uninterrupted hours of purple balls. One quick thrust, and he was inside her.
She screamed, but the sound reached him as if from a distance, like he was underwater.
His head dropped back and eyes closed at the launch of lust rocketing through his body from being sheathed in her tight heat. His hips snapped, cock plunged deeper, higher, shoving her body farther up the wall with each thrusting slam.
She’d gone soft and pliant, her pussy squeezing and welcoming, the heels hooked behind his back drawing him in, even though he had to be leaving bruises on her spine and the back of her pelvis from the wall.
He vecked her, and her breasts bounced, sweet breath panted. Her lips parted in surprised pleasure. He wouldn’t last long. It was like he was fourteen solar cycles again, fisting his cock for the first time and learning how it worked. His thighs flexed; blood rushed in his ears. Stars exploded behind his eyes, and he roared between clenched teeth as he came, filling his female with ribbons of hot cum while she tightened and squeezed around him, riding his cock to her own finish.
He palmed her ass and pulled her in tight, helping her lift and lower on his length until her internal muscles squeezed in spasms of release.
And it wasn’t nearly enough.
Not after nearly twenty solar cycles without sex. Not with Leora, the human who’d forced him, unwillingly, into this act.
He dropped her to her feet and ripped off his tunic.
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Leora stared at Seke, hard muscles rippling as he tore off his clothing. A twisted study of anger and lust, his glassy eyes held both hunger and satisfaction, promise and punishment.
She barely managed to stand, her legs rubbery and weak, body buzzing from his claiming. The heat of his large hands still lingered on her tingling flesh. Her thighs and back ached, her more intimate parts throbbed. Yet she triumphed, gloried, in seeing her controlled master finally undone.
She’d done that to him. Seeing her effect on him—the way he’d lost control despite his vow and honor—thrilled her.
He lifted her by the armpits once more and stalked to the sleepdisk, where he tossed her onto the middle of the bed. He hadn’t spoken a word since she’d stopped him from leaving and still didn’t speak. Far from dissipating, it appeared his passion had only grown. His cock still jutted out, thick and stiff—so much larger than a human cock. Just the sight of it made her pussy throb at the memory of being parted and pounded.
A dark need brewed like a storm, just below the surface. He climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and guiding his cock between her legs with the other.
Despite how soon it came after the last coupling, her body welcomed him, shuddering with pleasure at the way he filled her so completely, the head of his cock bumping her interior walls even deeper. He arced in and out, no less rough in this position.
”Is this what you wanted from me?” he growled, anger flashing in his deep-amethyst eyes. “You wanted to see what's underneath the control? What I've been holding back from you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her body lifting with each hard shove.
He vecked her hard, punishing her with each stroke, making it painful and too rough.