| Subject: Chapter 224 - Part 2 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, February 22, 07:11:52am
In reply to:
Katherine Gilbert
's message, "Dreams in the Dark (chapters 221--?)" on Monday, February 13, 07:24:07am
It was this thought which moved him at last, taking him over--and Nikita could feel the tears threatening again in her thanks. She wanted--she needed--him exactly like this, needed to know that he would always want her, would never turn away, no matter what might come between them. Just these past few days without such intimacy seemed too long, their terror making it feel like a lifetime apart. But now . . .
He leaned in, lips brushing lightly along the side of her neck, making an inner warmth shudder through her, her gasp inevitable--the desire for him desperate. He seemed to understand, agreed to her plans--his hips parting her now-raised thighs, the heavy beat of him tempting her, as his lips trailed to her ear, his voice rough in its passion. "You're mine." His hips pulled back, the heavy length of him tracing temptingly over the nether bud which shivered for his attention before the head poised near her honeyed depths; her hands clung to his shoulders, body quaking--so very ready--as he told her what she so desperately needed to hear. "No one will ever have you but me."
It was with this lovely pronouncement that the thick crown pressed into her, leaving her to gasp, shuddering for more--remembering all the beauty they could create together; her nails dug into his back, thighs raised, begging. "Yes . . . please," she moaned and felt him leave her just slightly, before his heavy cock pushed in more deeply, making her cry for him--never wanting him to stop. It was this she needed more than anything else on earth.
They both understood, felt the passion which shook between them--so familiar and yet unlike any before. As his cock parted her, pressing into her tender depths more completely, she shivered, as he cherished her gasp. It was perfect. They were now who they had always been--Nikita's one man returning in all of his passion and fire, Michael's one woman begging to accept him for life. And yet it was a reunion like none they had ever seen, reawakening a bond which had been so grievously damaged by the sadistic cruelty of others. And, in its rebirth, it felt even more astounding than it ever had before.
The moment was one of healing, then, allowed them both the realization that they had never lost each other for a moment--no matter what they had feared. But it was more than this, too. An old hunger, a famishment for their only lover, had returned--all the stronger for the quiet intensity of this approach; they both understood. This might not be a lengthy reunion, but it was a true one, was only a prelude to decades to come. And neither of them would question it for a second more.
He saw her need, her hunger, felt it in his blood as his own--and had no intention of ignoring it, needing her too painfully. All his earlier caution, his fears for her, were gone. Halfway would never be enough anymore.
He continued to claim her, then, his body still braced on his arms above her, his heavy cock only ever sliding out of her hot, caressing depths long enough to brace her for another, much deeper return. Just the fact that his thick shaft stretched her walls so thoroughly, that she was so tight and yielding to him, was enough to make the red haze of need deepen, his interest in anything but this long since fled. It was enough that she wanted him, that her nails pressed hard into the flesh of his back, as she shivered below him--always asking for more. But the absolute love and surrender in her eyes took away all conscience, and conscious thought. His large cock's next entry was harder, forcing her honeyed depth's acceptance of his throbbing breadth for good. And the sensation of her body's hot, total caress--the sound of her needy cry--was enough to eliminate anything but love and heat.
Oh, God, she knew this, needed more. She was moaning, mindless in want for him, in her need to meld with him completely again. Her toes were dug into the mattress, holding her body up to receive every, sweet inch. As huge as that broad, wonderful length was, there was just never enough; an inner hunger had been reborn. She wanted her old husband back--wanted to be played, to be conquered. Consequences meant nothing, so long as he held back no part of who he was.
He knew this, felt it burning through him--his own hunger aching to devour her, goaded on by the desperation in her gaze. He held nothing back, had no reason to anymore. She was his--and he would never let her regret such a decision for an instant.
His hands had moved to her hips, steadying her--bracing her, as he forced more of his huge cock ever-further into her hot, tender depths. The sensation alone was killing him, almost making him wish that he were a far more selfish man. But no. He was greedy, instead; his hips drove forward, impaling her tender core again and again, as he demanded that she take every inch. And her reactions grew wilder, all the more needy, with his every, increasingly-ruthless command.
It was her responses alone which were killing him, the hunger feeding on itself, becoming all the greater by the moment. Those sweet, tender depths were enough to destroy a lesser man so quickly in bliss, the ache of the pleasure her tight body gave as it wrapped so joyously around his throbbing cock enough to shatter all sanity, but her ecstatic reactions were the end of all propriety. Her whole body was arched back, her gasps heavy, as her hands clung to his upper arms--every inch of her braced and begging for the whole of his heavy length. It was enough to drive him mad for life, the ache in his blood deepening the need for her into some purely animalistic desire to conquer his mate. Another inch drove into her, making her scream for more. But she wasn't likely to ever ask him to stop.
This truth was eternal, as Nikita writhed on the bed under her ever-talented lover, aching for everything he could give. Her hands kept roaming over him of their own accord, her gasping breaths barely keeping her conscious, as she arched back into the mattress, holding herself toward him, begging him not to stop. She had forgotten that it could ever be this good. The very sensation of his hard, smooth cock parting her, claiming her, brought back to life some inner sense of sanity--one which had been badly damaged by the terror of the past few days. It was this--their love, the ever-present need which it nourished--which she lived for. And it was only the trauma of those few moments, several days ago, which had ever made her even marginally forget.
The memories which had forced her into endless tears earlier that day were threatening slightly once again, but they didn't prevail this time--her lover distracting her *very* well. Still, she had to moan, tender depths stretched and filled by his giant cock--her partner driving ever deeper into her sweetest core with her every moan; it only made the need run that much hotter--her teeth clenched, nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh, please--please," she begged, feeling an inner triumph and joy with every inch of him she won. "I . . ." A stroke met her core deep, sending a jolt of pure, spine-shivering pleasure through her--the ache for him shredding her soul in the most tender way. "Need more."
Christ. He had already been less-than-sane with the sheer need for her, but her pleas made something within him burn through--nothing but hunger for her left. He acted on it in a heartbeat, his hands digging into her hips, his plunging body spreading her legs wide, as he started pounding the final few inches of himself into her hot, so joyfully yielding, form. But the ache of delight which jolted through his heavy length with its every demand of her tender body only made the animal emerge all the more; his gaze was wild, heated. And he had no intention of hiding the change from her for a second.
It was her plea which had truly done it, making him hungry for more of her praiseful words. His eyes burned, as the wide head of his cock increasingly, ruthlessly conquered her core--her groans all the louder. "More, Nikita," he demanded. "Beg me for more."
Oh, God. His entire, thick shaft had penetrated her at that moment, stretching her beyond words, leaving her capable of nothing but screaming in joy. But what he had asked of her was only what she most wanted to give, her need for this least-refined, most scorchingly honest, side of her partner searing her through. Still, he had paused, as always, to give her time to adjust to him, never--even in his wildest moments--wanting to hurt her. It wasn't what she wanted now. "Don't stop," she groaned. Her nails dug into his back, as she shivered below him--gaze as wild as his own. "Don't ever stop."
This worked right into his desires, all gentleness quickly devoured--nothing human left in him. His hips pulled back, before his thick cock delivered an almost-vicious stroke to her tender, shivering core. Her whole body quivered along with her scream--her sweet, honeyed walls tightening around his whole length in a way which made the red heat for her burn all the more dangerously before him. But, more than anything else, it made him want to reward her. He almost laughed. And he knew all the ways to make her groan for more.
He chose one of them without thought a second later, grinning almost ferally--all their past terrors temporarily obliterated. His hands clung to her hips, his heavy shaft having taken over her heavenly depths to its full length, as he ground the head in heated circles against her tight little core. The thought that he had been the only one to ever experience these treasures she so freely gave him, that he had helped breed their child while enjoying them, was almost enough to snap all his control, losing all humanity--making him want to just fuck her with a vengeance--but he managed to hold himself back, wanting to make this last. The real joy in making love to her, after all, wasn't in the shivering climax--as amazing as that always was--but in the incredible ride itself. It was in her multiple reactions--watching her writhing pleasure, hearing her groans of joy, feeling her depths quivering for more the more completely he took her--that the true bliss of such a union came. Not only did she have a body which rewarded a man's every touch, but the ecstasy he gave her fascinated him, was addictive. He could never have enough. No matter how often he was privileged to feel her tremors of absolute thanks, it would always make him crave that much more.
Their past, their traumas, had been entirely forgotten by this point, might never have happened--which was undoubtedly why their souls and bodies had sought such a union. Especially after their near-miss this afternoon, both of them almost closing off for good, they had to feel, without anything like a doubt, that their wild, devoted partner was back for life.
This wasn't being questioned anymore, Nikita nearly screaming, as her beautiful partner worked her--his heated cock stroking a short, tight, aching sort of light into the very center of her form; it had her writhing, her hands now clinging to the sheets, hair in utter disarray against them, as her tongue licked unconsciously over her lips. The light that huge cockhead tempted to life within her just kept spiraling all the deeper. But her lover's voice goading her toward joy made her physically shiver. "Feel good?"
She opened eyes she hadn't even realized she had closed to see her true, one lover back--the need for him almost an ache of pleasure deep inside her form. His gaze held a dark, commanding sort of love--this man more than capable of conquering her into the sort of ecstasy which seemed absolutely unreal; she let out a low, desperate groan, overcome with gratitude for everything he was. Her gasp shook, as his wild smile devoured her--but some inner terror did start to beat at her. It was just difficult to believe that he would choose to be with her for life.
No. He saw the change in her eyes, the beginning of the fears--knew it was probably inevitable, given all they had been through; his look firmed, fiery. But he wouldn't let it win. This woman was born to receive nothing but the starkest ecstasy--and he was created for no other purpose but to bring it to her.
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