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2024-10-29 19:42:56When I feel Seff’s claws retract, I jump up and run to Ransoms Suite, slamming the door and bolting every lock on it. I think he is still fighting Seff because I don’t hear him approach until a few minutes later. He knocks softly but I ignore it. My body is sore, and tired. I’m pissed and I only want to sleep.
I conjure a soft nightgown and panties, dress myself, and drag the fluffy down comforter over me, shutting out the light.
The first time I wake up, I don’t know what time it is, but I can feel Ransom holding me. He isn’t there when I wake up again. I take a long, hot shower, trying to wash off everything that happened. I have so many conflicting emotions.I wanted him, I’ve wanted a physical connection for so long, I just wasn’t ready to go that far all at once. My anger makes me lonely for Ransom, which is even more frustrating. I’ve healed fully already, my fingers poking and prodding, making sure the soreness is gone. I think about the night I accidentally walked in on Ransom in this shower, he didn’t see me, but the bathroom door was open.
He was standing inside the glass walls of the shower, water rushing down the curves and angles of his muscles. His length was in his hand and he was thrusting. He came almost immediately after I walked in on the scene itself, spraying the shower wall, his member red, and throbbing. I used magic to help conceal me as I made my retreat.
I remember the pull it had, to see him aroused. I ran myself a bath directly after that, touching myself to the image of Ransom touching himself. When I finally climaxed, I came so hard that I called out his name. He must have heard me because I could hear him knocking on the door to my suite. I linked him that I was in the tub, and asked if there was something he needed.
“No, I thought you called me, no worries.” I was touching myself again, my shame and my lust making my swollen center ache to be filled again, by Ransom. Just as I was about to finish, Ransom knocked on the door. I squirted half a bottle of body wash on the floor of the shower to help cover the scent of my arousal. “What is it?” I called; Ransom popped the door open. To his credit, his eyes stayed on my face. But I could see the subtle signs of him scenting me. I saw the erection straining at the zipper of his slacks. Ransom pulled open the shower door and stepped in, clothes and all, pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry.” He kissed the top of my head. “I won’t let Seff take control like that again. That should have been a different experience. He was so dead set on marking you, and it was all I could do just to stop him from claiming you. I should have done more, and I am so sorry.” I tilted my head up to find his lips.There would be plenty of time to apologize later, but I may die before I find my mate. Ransom may die because of his role in the prophecy. All that mattered was the need we both felt, even with what happened last night, I needed him. I needed to replace that memory with the one I wanted last night to be. I feel like I have experienced so little in a life that should be so exciting. I know I may have a mate, but there is no guarantee, and a girl has needs.
Ransom kissed me hesitantly until I guided his hand down between my legs. He growled, but this time I could see his eyes, not Seff’s. I put my hands against his chest and imagined his clothes gone, dissolving into water, no longer in the way. I felt his member spring free, and brush up against my stomach.Ransom dropped to his knees and his tongue found my center immediately, stroking, sucking, driving me crazy. He trails a hand up my thigh, and his fingers find their way back to my center. He’s licking me, and moving his finger in and out of me, and all I can think of is how bad I want him to take me, really take me. I want the frantic carnal desire from last night, my hips push forward, grinding my core frantically against his mouth until I climax.
I cry out while waves of pleasure rocket through my entire body. Ransom stands and pulls me to him, pressing my back to the wall, lifting my legs up and around his waist. The orgasm wasn’t enough, I still ache with need, I grind against his massive length.
“Please.” I whisper, closing my eyes and dropping my head back. Ransom pulls away from the wall, supporting me with his arms, and slides the tip of his member into my entrance. He adjusts me before he thrusts into my swollen center. I’m climaxing already, he lifts me up and slams me back down on his throbbing length over and over again, so fast.I don’t know how much time passes, only that I stay in a state of climax the entire time he holds me in this position. Finally, he drops down to his knees on the shower floor and lays me down. Lifting my hips up to meet his, he continues to pound in and out of me. His rock hard length jumps repeatedly as he explodes inside of me. I can feel the hot seed coating me again, and just when I think I can’t climax again, it sends me over the edge.
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