Free Apt [Running to Love 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young Page A

body. He allowed her touch, despite all she’d read about Doms demanding total control and permitting their subs to lay their hands on them only when they approved it.
    He rested his forehead on hers, and his scent enveloped her, heightening her senses. He stared into her soul, and she felt his empathy when he surged deep, hurting her and filling her all at the same time. He waited for her to adjust, reading her, and she experimentally squeezed herself around him and reveled in his groan.
    “I can’t wait, sweetheart. Hold on.”
    He thrust in and out of her, powerful strokes, and she felt every inch of him drag against her sensitive tissues. It was too much, and she writhed under him in silent protest, and then everything abruptly changed. Her body accepted him as hers, and her hips lifted to meet his, her legs wrapping around him as though to bind him to her forever. Her mind catalogued the hard shaft plundering her pussy and the suede-like feeling of his sac as it aligned with her bottom cheeks even as her own hairless limbs ruffled the fur along his. Her breasts rubbed and poked against the hard planes of his chest, and the muscles in his arms and back flexed beneath her questing hands. She rocked her mouth against the side of his neck to taste him. He ground his pelvis against her clit, and she felt him high in her channel, pushing her into the familiar spike of a climax. But this was Dave, and he was inside her, and so it was different. Her heart entered into the race with enthusiasm, and she tried to take him ever deeper, and then she fell off the cliff, helpless against the onslaught of sensations that drowned her.
    Dave groaned above her, and she pried her eyes open to see his face twist in a parody of agony, an ecstasy of release, and he held hard against her for another moment. Fiona kissed his throat and touched her tongue to the pulse that beat insanely there until he collapsed upon her. She couldn’t breathe, but it was okay. She didn’t need to breathe to feel so alive.
    He eased to the side but pulled her with him, his cock still within her, and she lay, replete and exhausted, half on him, half on the bed, but connected, and the darkness swept over and pulled her under.
     
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    He held her and watched her sleep. She looked exhausted, so fragile, although he knew the real strength in her. She had walked away from him after he’d essentially thrown her professed love back in her face, kicked her in the teeth, and she’d got on with life. He had no idea where she lived or where she worked, although he knew she had a job because Fiona was adept at taking care of herself. Not that she would need to worry about that in the future. He was going to marry her as soon as it could be arranged, and everything else would fall into place. There would be neither debate nor discussion. Well, he supposed she would want a wedding back home and everything that would entail. But he wasn’t going to deny himself one more damn minute. He wasn’t going to spend one unnecessary second away from her. He was going to spend every night inside of her and probably every morning, too. Maybe every afternoon. Along with other things they hadn’t had time to do. He would teach her how he liked his blow jobs and wondered for a dark moment if Andrew had been in her mouth. Something to discuss because oral sex didn’t constitute sex, or did it? And what about anal sex? Andrew inferred that he had never taken anything for himself, so Dave decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was either that or go insane with jealousy and possessiveness.
    His inner caveman had him wanting to fuck her again, although he was totally okay with admitting he’d made love to her. He’d taken her virginity as gently as he knew how, humbled by her pure state. When she’d fought him, he’d nearly despaired because he’d hurt her and then it was as if a switch had been thrown. Fiona had found his rhythm and had been magnificent, and he