Free Trapped by Selena Illyria Page B

me who you belong to.”
    “You, Rysen. I belong to you. Please, fuck me,” she implored.
    “I love hearing you say ‘please.’ Just as much as I love the way your pussy holds me, nice and tight. You feel so hot, so wet, and I know it’s just for me, only for me. You bring out the worst in me, love, and the best.”
    In the mirror, she watched him reach out and take hold of her hair. Grabbing a handful, he tilted her head back. She mourned the loss of being able to watch them in the mirror. As if in response, the image of them appeared in her mind. She watched and felt as he began to slowly plunge in and out of her.
    “So tight, so perfect. I never wanted to pass you over. I have always wanted you, from the moment I first set eyes on you. You weren’t ready for me, not then, but now…now you are ready, so ready for me. You are my consort, my queen. No one else but you. No one.”
    His words caused the tattoo on her chest to blaze hotter. It was almost as if fire were spreading, tendrils of heat extending over her skin, dancing along her flesh. She wriggled, uncomfortable with the sensation. Her chest hurt, heart pounding out of control. Something was happening, and she couldn’t stop it. In the distance, she heard fabric rip. She felt the pinch of her canines sinking into her bottom lip. In the mirror, she saw her eyes turn bright yellow, pupils bloodred surrounded by black.
    “All mine,” he gritted out. He pounded into her faster, harder, the slap of wet flesh blending with the roaring in her ears. She watched his face become strained with concentration and saw with great clarity the rivulets of sweat that slipped down his forehead, dripped onto his chest, and joined other droplets becoming thin trails that traveled over his abdomen.
    “Rysen, what is happening to me?” she asked. The question became lost when her nipples and clit were pinched hard. She cried out and shattered. Her legs began to quake, her vaginal muscles rippled around his cock, and fire overwhelmed her. Pain shot through her as he pulled her back to him by her hair. He released her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist. Holding her against his hot, slick body, he brushed his lips over her shoulder.
    “I can’t wait to taste you.” Another tightening of the invisible threads caused her to come again. Her body bowed, but he kept his hold around her waist. He brushed his lips over her skin once more and then opened his mouth and sank his fangs into her shoulder. She screamed, body shaking as she came yet again. She watched through blurred vision as he drank of her, his lightly tanned skin contrasting with her mocha complexion, his head bent, his ink black hair sliding into her dark brown hair. Each pull of his mouth caused shards of pleasure to skitter through her, setting off more aftershocks.
    She found his hold on her wrists loosening. Raising her arm, she reached back and sank her fingers into his wet hair, urging his head down to take more of her. She let her eyes drift closed and savored the feel of his hardness against her back. His hips continued to move in short thrusts. He stopped drinking and lapped at the wounds before raising his head. He moved back, slipping out of her.
    “Lie down. I want to watch your face as you come again.”
    She lowered herself down and rolled over, spreading her legs wide. His power flexed, the threads tightened again, and her back bowed as pleasure shot through her. He lowered himself over her and plunged into her, making her cry out.
    “All mine,” he said. “I won’t let anyone take you from me.”
    “No one can take me from you.” She wrapped her arms around him, nails digging into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside her. “Fuck me, Rysen, fuck me,” she urged, pushing her hips forward.
    He began to move inside her, thrusting hard. She felt her orgasm building again. His hips moved faster and faster, plunging into her harder and harder. They moved