Free Angela Verdenius by Angela Verdenius

rising above her, still bowed over her as he kissed her cheek gently.  “Trust me.”  His shaft dragged over the crease between her buttocks, following down to the hidden treasures below, scalding his skin with the wet heat of desire.  “Trust me.”  He thrust in hard, sheathing himself once more to the hilt until he could go no further.  “Trust me.”
    His appetite for her was voracious.  He craved her under him, around him.  Craved her taste.
    Pounding into her, his hips pumping, her moans of rising ardour fuelling him onward.  He could feel the seed start to leak from the tip of his shaft, feel the mingling of their life fluids deep inside her.  He loved the tight grasp of her sheath, like that of a slick fist around him, dragging at him, trying to pull him deeper even as he sought to draw back.
    Arching up under him, she pushed up onto her elbows, and he bowed down over her, fastening his lips to her throat, sucking hard, marking her outwardly as his as surely as his seed marked her inwardly as his.  As his shaft pounding into her put his mark on her.  Their scents were combined, their life fluids combined.
    She was his.
    Molly was all his. 
    Mine .
    His thrusts came shorter, harder as his sac tightened, drawing up, burning heat filling his shaft, pushing upward, swelling him to an almost unbelievable thickness, and he felt himself lengthening even more as the pressure built and built.
    The roaring of his blood filled his ears, the sound of her passionate cries and whimpering need piercing him directly to the heart. 
    Hands braced each side of her, he pumped even harder, shorter than ever, until he was barely moving out of her but rocking her forward almost savagely as he sought to go even deeper and deeper inside her.  So deep she’d never get the sensation of him out of her.
    She tightened around him, crying out, and he felt the carnal fire, felt it surge up, soar out, and with one last savage, hard thrust, he burst deep inside her, feeling her clenching vaginal walls spasming as she broke that surface with him, soared with him through that shattering crystal water, arcing upward even as his seed spurted deep inside her.
    Physically he couldn’t stop thrusting, pushing and shoving into her, straining against her as he arched back, shuddering as his seed left him again and again, filling her. 
    Spiritually, emotionally, he was soaring that nerve-shattering orgasmic ride with Molly.  Higher and higher, splintering sensations everywhere, pleasure crashing and rolling, spilling up and out, drowning him totally.
    Wrapping his arms around Molly, he bowed over her, holding her fiercely so he didn’t lose her as he soared, taking her with him.
     
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    When he came back down he rolled to the side, taking her with him and tucking her head beneath his chin, feeling her racing heartbeat under his protective arm.  Content, his inner beast sated, Alsandair closed his eyes.
    After several minutes Molly stirred, and he pressed a kiss to her temple.
    “Alsandair?”
    “Mmmm?”
    In one move she sat up, leaving his arms empty.  Curiously he looked at her smooth back, watched as she tucked her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees.  Reaching out, he trailed his finger down her back to the crease of her buttocks.
    She flinched away.  “Don’t.”
    “Molly?”  He sat up.
    “Don’t touch me.”
    Concern spiked through him.  “Did I hurt you?”  He reached for her again, but stopped when she turned to face him on her knees, the cover clutched in her hands.  When she dragged it over her breasts and lap, he raised one eyebrow.
    “Don’t touch me…yet.”  Her words had a catch in them.
    Now he saw the uncertainty in her eyes, the sadness, and it clutched at him.  “Molly?  What’s wrong?”
    “You.  You’re what’s wrong.”
    “Molly,” he said softly.  “Don’t be afraid.”
    “Afraid?” She shook her head.  “I’m not afraid of you,