Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

[MATURE CONTENT IN THE CHAPTER. ONLY FOR 18YEARS AND ABOVE]

she muttered when she felt he was hard enough but if she continued then he would burst in her hands.

Then what about her aching body that needed relief too!

Without waiting for his response, she pushed the man on the bed and then laid over him.

The soft skin of her thighs felt warm and smooth as she sat down on him, his arcing girth soon disappearing into her slicked heat, guided into her by one hand as she reached up to grip his neck and meet his kisses.

Rafael loved every part of hazel. There was no way that he did not like the way she dominated him.

The sight of hazel impaled on his girth was enough for him to come then and there but he held it in. He was going to rock her for a long time.

The night was going to be long for her and more exhausting so that she would remember that no matter what she would do and where she was, he had right over her body, her soul and she could not put herself in danger for that.

He was going to follow her to hell this time and bring her back to him if needed.

He would go berserk if he had to wait for her again and then search for her all over the empires.

No! She was his and he was not going to let her go.

He closed his eyes to feel her sinuous movements on him as he plumbed her. He could not claim her wonderful breasts, but caressed her warm thighs, felt her hands grip his neck as she leant back and had him plumb her as deep as their position allowed.

“I will claim you in front of everyone if any man dared to look at you again. I did not have the patience like others. I want the world to know that you are mine.” he answered softly, his breaths hitching in his throat before she stifled her cries against his mouth’ kissed him on the lips and then shared in their breaths of effort.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he confessed and shared in her disbelieving laughter. “Touching you only makes me even more crazy!” he added when she just laughed at his actions but she knew that his eyes were telling the truth.

He was a crazy person and could go to any length to keep her bound to him. But then.. She loved him only that way.

She heard him groan out of pleasure on seeing her breasts exposed to his gaze, heard his words of longing and admiration for what she brought to his sight and touch.

He gave voice to his feelings, did so genuinely and she felt that her body aroused all of his senses; his sight, his taste, his breathing in of her tangy scent that was her preferred perfume.

It was musk that she now thought of as an aphrodisiac, applied to her skin or her own animal-like scent that inflamed the senses; would have him pursue his claims upon her until they were again satisfied.

She felt that she was again possessed by lust for him,

She caressed his chest with her hands, stroked her feet over the skin of his thighs and calves as he kephis body in a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow.

he moved forward and back, arched his body to deepen his thrusts.

Eagerly, she bucked her hips, or gyrated, as far as his weight allowed, each movement eliciting sharp intakes of breath.

“Good…go on…go on!” she panted, working her inner muscles to give him the pleasure that he sought, and that she demanded of him.

She basked in the attention that he gave to her body, the clamp of his hands to her breasts bringing them up to his hungering lips, to feel his tongue slick over her nipples that were hard buds and achingly sore from his tugging claims upon them.

He was agile, pounded into her and found the means to offer pleasure elsewhere; to kiss her skin, her throat and shoulders as she pulled him up, closer, could feel his panted breaths on her face.

“I am going to come!” he called out when he felt her muscles grip his girth like a vice; stripped his skin back, hard, each time he rammed down into her, her insides were wrapping his length like a warm wet glove.

Pressing her breasts against his face she worked him just with her hip movements, squelched beneath him and making sure she never lost this sublime union with him once more.

“You like that, don’t you?” she cooed. “You like what I’m doing for you! Then cry for me. Cry my name so that the whole palace would hear it!”

“Oh yes…Hazel!” he moaned and cried hard, her name was like an addiction to her. his breaths hot against her breasts.

“Yes! That is how I like to bae called.” she groaned, moving under him to alter his tamping rhythm and to caress different parts of her inner body, the muscles clamping and wrenching as her hips moved in slow circles beneath him.

Lost in the intense pleasure of his body that was giving him all the sensations.

His girth ached from her claims, from how his boner was jerked and clamped upon each time she drew him in, the mattress sagging under their raging claims upon each other, the sounds of their rutting seeming to fill the stilled air.

Rafael increased his pace when he felt that he was closer to end but she was still rocking her body for her relied when she gasped, her breaths quickening until they became on long moan of pleasure. “I…I won’t be able…to…to hold on!”

“It is alright, I am coming too.” he gasped as she wrenched on his boner and clawed at his body.

she cried out as she felt his body tense and she rubbed her clit against his pelvic bone as hard as she could. She pursued the final rushes of pleasure and to succumb to a shared orgasm.

“That is just the start, I will make sure that everyone knows who you belong to when you meet those damn witches in the morning again!”

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