Free In the Roar by Milly Taiden

“I couldn’t live if something happened to you because I wasn’t there.”
    She nodded, her body warming from her need for him. She spread her legs, cradling his body with hers. He pressed his erection into the damp crotch of her shorts. The adrenaline from her fear and close encounter of the bitey kind changed into a blast of desire that burned from the inside.
    He shoved her tank over her head, leaving her breasts bare for his view. Then he pulled down the shorts, taking her panties with them. She was naked and open for him. The look on his face made her feel beautiful.
    She ached for him. Need pounded through her veins, seeking the release she knew only he could give her. He draped his body over hers, his cock pressed on her leg, long and hard.
    “You’re so soft,” he groaned, his mouth latching on to her nipple and sucking deeply.
    A flood of moisture pooled at her pussy. “Karel, that feels amazing.”
    He nibbled on her tit, twirling his tongue over her sensitive bud. She groaned as bursts of heat seared her. He lapped greedily at her breast, seducing her with every flick of his tongue.
    She raked her nails over his warm and smooth arms. His skin felt like heated silk under her fingertips. She’d never paid this much attention to how a man’s body shifted or felt to her touch, but something about Karel drew on her basic instincts: the need to touch, feel, kiss, and taste. All her senses came alive the moment he put his hands and lips on her.
    He continued to sweep his tongue over her chest, moving from one nipple to the other and back, driving her mindless with need. Her lungs struggled to get air, breathing in broken gasps.
    She bit her lip, her pussy fluttering, and another round of moisture left her folds, making her slicker. He slid down her body, placing kisses on her round belly, rubbing his stubbly jaw on her mound and finally pushing her legs wide and staring at her pussy.
    Holding herself up on her elbows, she glanced at his head between her legs.
    “Do you know what makes you different from other women?” he asked, gaze glued to her pussy as she felt more drops of wetness leave her channel.

 
     
    EIGHTEEN
     
    “My amazing wit and great personality?” she joked and cleared her throat.
    He met her gaze, his golden eyes full of fire and feral need. A shudder raced down her spine. That proprietary stare he gave heated her.
    “There’s no other woman’s pussy I want to lick but yours,” he told her. “No other pussy is as beautiful as yours. So pink and wet.” He spread her lips wide, dipping a finger into her and coating it with her heat. “I don’t want to fill another woman’s pussy. Yours is the only tightness I want to fuck so hard, I leave skid marks from my cock.”
    She gulped back a moan. Lord have mercy. “Karel…”
    “You are the only woman I want to fill with my cock and spill my seed into. I want to see you full of cum and get my cub growing inside you.” She shouldn’t like his words, but she did. She’d been wanting a baby and hearing him say he wanted her pregnant struck her emotions in a way she couldn’t explain. Another side of her came alive.
    “Do it,” she encouraged. “Fuck me and fill me. I want you deep in me.”
    He licked around her pussy, circling her clit and thrusting his tongue into her sex. A loud moan tore from her throat. Her body spasmed with every lick he laid on her slick folds. He probed with his tongue, lapping at her and drawing circles around her clit. Faster. Harder. With increased speed, he growled on her pussy and sent vibrations rocking into her channel. Her belly clenched hard and pleasure scorched her to the marrow.
    She was shaking, her pussy contracting around nothing when he crawled up her body, pressing the head of his cock into her. He didn’t push forward, just waited and cupped her face, holding her to look into her eyes.
    “When I fuck you, I’m making you mine.”
    She took a harsh breath and watched the lines of his