| Subject: Chapter 224 - Part 5 (18 and above) (end of chapter 224) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, February 22, 07:16:48am
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Katherine Gilbert
's message, "Dreams in the Dark (chapters 221--?)" on Monday, February 13, 07:24:07am
No. That wouldn't happen; he wouldn't let it. His hands grabbed her hips, his body forcing her legs further up her form, her calves and feet resting somewhere on his arms, as he started to drive his whole cock into her tender walls in earnest. "Beg," he commanded, eyes flashing. He would damn well be certain to bring her to him tonight.
Oh, God, yes. She was aching so sweetly, as his thick cock started to ride her core, rough and deep--all the fire within him burning once more. It made her gasp, hands on his shoulders, trembling in the heat he stoked. "Harder," she groaned. She wanted to be the one to beg him for everything he could give.
Yeah--she would, his soul set on this alone, every other concern forgotten; his gaze was alight, feral, his body caught heavily in the sheer joy of taking his sweet wife deep. His hands tightened on her hips, as he pulled back further--before giving her a much rougher, deeper stroke. Her gasp was music to him. He would never let her go again.
"Like that?" he demanded, as he repeated the move, giving her a deep, shivering sort of joy she couldn't begin to describe--every part of her body tingling. She only knew she wanted him, wanted more. There was nothing else on earth without that.
She gave into her need in an instant, groaning, holding onto his waist, as she arched into him, begging for more. "Yes," she moaned. She felt his thick cock rubbing repeatedly against an indescribably-tender inner spot with his every, rampaging thrust and let out a half-scream--that inner light twisting, singeing in the absolute heart of her form. She wasn't certain that she would survive without everything. "Please, more!"
God, yes. He was addicted to this moment entirely, could think of nothing else--his wife's cries enough to sever any even vestigial links to sanity. His hands sank into her hips more thoroughly, his whole shaft crazed with her, giving hard, deep thrusts into the tightest, most delicate part of her body; watching her arch and cry for more made it even better still, his growl rumbling. There was just nothing else like stroking this one, sweet woman into ecstasy.
He was focused only on this wonderful goal right now, his thick cock's rhythm growing much faster through her walls, eyes glowing in fierce need. Every time his ravaging shaft hit her delicate core deeper, harder, penetrating her through, the beautiful creature below him would give another amazed cry, shivering on the bed in her joy; it only made him want more, his voice rough, commanding. "Take it, Nikita. Show me you like it."
Oh--oh, God. She was screaming, shivering below him, as her husband used her depths so very roughly, showing her once again what it was like to do nothing but experience fierce delight. Every tiny fraction of her body was aching in the burning, lingering outer edges of bliss--his rhythm quickly taking her over; she shivered through, as his shaft hit her much deeper. Oh, God--yes. In just another few seconds, she would . . .
She was lost there, screaming--although she didn't even understand the sounds she gave, focused only on his sweet body's control of her, her rising joy. Her husband had removed all bars to his conscience, was just loving her as though he wished to destroy her in need--but she didn't mind at all. Nothing outside of this moment and their love could ever have any real meaning.
Her nails were back in his shoulders now, her body arching in her shrieks each time his gorgeous cock drove even deeper within her tender form--aching to take him all. And he didn't disappoint. He had her honeyed depths stretched tight around his awesome breadth, his thick shaft ruthlessly ramming into her trembling core, all the harder by the second--sending that hot spiral of light aching into the very center of her form. His cock's every, conquering entry pounded heatedly against her quivering bud, as well, making the groans and screams combine--the shudder of the rising bliss endless. It had her on an edge so exquisite she couldn't even breathe. But his voice . . .
It was one word which did it, destroying any bit of will to resist his erotic commands. "'Ki-ta," he groaned, rhythm slamming his wide cock into her delicate core almost brutally--shattering open all of that lingering heat in the deepest heart of her form. She had to scream, shuddering uncontrollably into the ecstasy he had given. But then he growled, lips trailing over her body, finding her breast--and its tender nipple. And the second he started to suckle her there, she began to wonder if she were going to die from sheer delight.
She couldn't think at all in those few seconds, understood merely that this was a burning ecstasy like nothing before. His thick cock was in her still, stroking her trembling, joyfully-shaken, tender walls hard and fast--riding her roughly through her bliss, making it singe her all the deeper--while his mouth suckled her tender bud tightly, forcing the heat to burn right through to her soul. She could only scream, as she arched onto him, holding him to her, swamped in shivering, aching pleasure like nothing she had ever known; she could process only one conscious thought. If this was what it was like to make love while she was pregnant, Michael was going to be breeding a brood of children which would put any others to shame.
Jesus. He nearly felt the thought, was going mad--every one of the eternally-sweet, last few minutes having destroyed whatever sanity he might once have possessed. All he could do was feel--and what he felt was threatening to shake him into bits.
He couldn't say anything, certainly couldn't stop--could only enjoy riding his sweet, sweet wife through her deepening ecstasy, as every moment of it tore at his soul. His whole body was trembling, aching, his cock unable to stop making its rough, ecstatic demands of her quivering core--the heat of his bliss about to burn him through. And to suckle at this tender spot, knowing that it would, relatively soon, be nursing his child . . . Jesus. He groaned, his teeth scraping over her lightly--drawing an even deeper scream from the sweetly-trembling creature below him--his head falling back. There was just nothing else on earth but her.
It was this truth--and the knowledge of the child her sweet body nurtured--which finally did him in. As his wife still trembled almost violently, he came, groaning an adoring, "'Ki-taaa." A moment later, both of them were writhing in their soul-deep bliss, knowing very well that they would be one for life.
She couldn't help whimpering, shivering, as her beautiful husband arched into her, his shaft hitting her so very deep, as he came. And the feeling of all the heat of his release flooding into her quivering depths just forced all the powerful tremors of her delight to echo all the further still; her groan vibrated in her throat, the truth so evident. There would never be anything but him.
He agreed in reverse, absolutely lost--his body caught in a seemingly, blissfully, endless rhythm inside her own, as the seed which had already created their child filled her form. He let out a groan, nearly collapsing against her throat. Dear God. There was nothing else. The only thing of any meaning at all in this world would always be her.
It took them quite awhile to even begin to come down from this delight, both far too overpowered to speak. Once their eyes did finally meet--endlessly later, it seemed--his hand tender on her cheek, Nikita just smiled at him, both of them understanding the truth. They had reclaimed their bedroom, their house--their lives--knew now that they would always be theirs alone. Even if the torment of the attack would probably linger in various ways, all real doubt was behind them. This place--this love--was theirs. No one else would ever invade it again.
[End of Chapter 224]
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