"Your touch… your smell… the way you squeeze me… they all drive me fucking crazy.",he worshipped.
He thrust harder, deeper, chasing the edge with animal intensity. Roxanne's silver eyes fluttered as the pleasure built too fast, too sharp. Her walls clenched rhythmically around him.
"Cassius!"
He slammed into her one final time and came with a raw, broken roar, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his release. The force of it triggered her own climax. She shattered around him, trembling and gasping as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her body.
For several long seconds he stayed buried deep inside her, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against hers. Then he slowly pulled out, leaving her aching and dripping, and collapsed onto his back beside her, completely spent.
Roxanne's silver eyes still glowed faintly as she turned toward him.
scarce moments he spent himself within her, flooding her womb with his seed, and fell back upon the silken bedding, chest heaving, limbs trembling with the force of his release.
Yet Roxanne was far from sated.
She rose above him like a goddess of old, grey hair spilling over her bare shoulders, and began to rain slow, open-mouthed kisses upon his face. Her soft lips brushed his brow, his eyelids, the sharp line of his cheekbones, then lingered at the corner of his mouth before claiming it fully. She kissed him deeply, tongue sliding against his, tasting the lingering heat of their first joining.
Her mouth wandered lower , down the strong column of his throat, across the broad, sweat-slick planes of his chest. She paused to suck one dark nipple between her lips, biting gently until a rough growl rumbled from deep within him. Then she trailed wet, deliberate kisses lower still, following the trail of dark hair that led to his manhood.
Already he stirred again, thickening and rising under her soft caresses.
Roxanne took him in hand, fingers wrapping around the heavy shaft still glistening with their combined release. She stroked him slowly from root to tip, thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the wetness there. Only when he was fully hard and throbbing did she position herself above him.
With exquisite slowness she sank down, taking him inch by inch into her hot, slick sheath until he was buried to the hilt. A low, broken moan escaped her as she felt every ridge and vein stretch her anew.
She began to move.
At first her riding was slow and sensual a deep, rolling grind of her hips that rubbed her swollen pearl against his pelvis with every pass. The wet sounds of their joining filled the golden domain. Then she rose higher and fell harder, bouncing upon his manhood with growing urgency, her full breasts swaying with each movement.
Cassius's hands shot up to grip her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. A primal snarl tore from his throat as he thrust upward to meet her, driving himself deeper still.
"By the ancient gods… you are perfection," he growled, voice thick with the wolf. "Ride me harder, my mate. Take every inch.
Roxanne obeyed. She leaned forward, bracing her hands upon his chest, and rode him with wild abandon — rising almost fully off him before slamming back down, taking him as deep as her body would allow. The lewd slap of skin against skin echoed around them. Her moans grew louder, higher, more desperate.
Cassius sat up suddenly, wrapping one powerful arm around her waist while the other fisted in her hair. He pulled her down into a bruising kiss as he fucked up into her from below, the new angle striking that secret place inside her again and again.
One of his hands slipped between their bodies. His thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed tight, relentless circles even as he continued to thrust. The dual sensation shattered her.
Roxanne cried out, back arching, as her climax crashed through her with violent force. Her inner walls clamped and fluttered around his cock in rhythmic pulses, milking him. The sensation dragged Cassius over the edge with a raw, animal roar. He slammed up into her one final time and spilled himself deep within her once more, thick ropes of seed flooding her already full womb.
They remained locked together, trembling, breathing hard, the air heavy with the scent of sex and magic.
Cassius's golden eyes opened, still burning with hunger. His cock twitched inside her, already beginning to harden again.
"The night is far from over, little mate," he murmured darkly, voice rough with promise. "I mean to fill you again and again until you can take no more… and then I shall begin anew."
Cassius's cock, still buried deep within her, stirred once more with shocking speed. He rolled them without warning so that Roxanne lay beneath him once again, her thighs spread wide to receive him.
He did not enter her at once.
Instead he withdrew completely and trailed his mouth down her body in slow, worshipful torment. He kissed the valley between her breasts, sucked each peaked nipple until she arched and whimpered, then continued lower ,over the soft plane of her belly, across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. When at last his mouth reached her sex, still slick and open from their previous joinings, he groaned as though he had been starved.
He licked her slowly at first, broad strokes of his tongue from entrance to pearl, savouring the taste of his own seed mixed with her essence. Then he grew hungrier. He sealed his lips around her swollen clit and sucked hard, while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her and curled against that secret place that made her cry out.
Roxanne's hands fisted in his hair. Her hips bucked against his mouth.
"Cassius—please—"
He did not grant her mercy. He feasted upon her until she shattered a third time, thighs clamping around his head, a broken scream tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her.
Only then did he rise above her once more.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove into her in one powerful thrust. The new depth tore a raw cry from her lips. He set a relentless pace from the first stroke — deep, hard, punishing — the thick length of him slamming into her over and over until the wet slap of their bodies became almost violent.
"Look at me," he commanded, voice dark with the wolf. "I would see your eyes while I claim what is mine."
Roxanne forced her silver gaze to meet his golden one. The intensity of it only spurred him harder. He pounded into her without restraint, the headboard of the great bed slamming against the wall with every thrust. One hand pinned both of her wrists above her head; the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as he angled deeper still.
"You are mine," he growled against her mouth. "Your body… your pleasure… your very blood. All of it belongs to me."