Jax knelt between her trembling thighs, a magnificent, primal god gazing down at his vanquished, yet willing, sacrifice.
His face was a mask of raw satisfaction, glistening with the tangible proof of her pleasure, his golden eyes burning with a hunger that was far from sated.
Hydra lay beneath him, a beautiful, shattered ruin, her chest heaving, her body still twitching with the powerful aftershocks of her orgasm.
She was utterly spent, a canvas of blissful exhaustion, but as her erald eyes focused on his, a new fire began to flicker within them.
He leaned down, his movents slow, deliberate, predatory.
He didn’t go for her lips, not yet.
He lowered his head to her stomach, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her sweat-slicked skin, just above her mound. It was a possessive gesture, a seal of ownership on the very source of her pleasure.
He then began to trail kisses upwards, over the soft plane of her belly, between the valley of her breasts, his path a slow, torturous ascent that made her heart pound with renewed anticipation.
He finally reached her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin there, his stubble a deliciously rough counterpoint to the softness of his lips.
He could feel her pulse hamring beneath his touch, a frantic, desperate rhythm that mirrored his own.
He inhaled her scent, the intoxicating mix of her sweat, her cum, and that unique, electric aura that was hers alone.
"♥My king...♥" she breathed, her voice a husky, reverent whisper.
He lifted his head, his golden eyes locking onto her erald gaze. He saw the adoration there, the worship, the desperate, pleading need.
He saw that she was his, completely and utterly, body and soul. And now, he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to voice her submission, to beg for the final claiming.
He lowered his head, his lips hovering just milliters from hers, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath, but not yet touching.
"♥Tell what you want, my little dragon,♥" he murmured, his voice a low, velvet-wrapped command that vibrated through her entire being. "♥Tell what you need.♥"
A fresh wave of heat washed over Hydra. His words, his proximity, the sheer, overwhelming power of his presence, it was all too much.
Her mind, still hazy from her orgasm, struggled to form a coherent thought.
She knew what she wanted, what she needed more than her next breath. She needed him inside her. She needed to feel him, to be filled by him, to be completed by him.
"♥You...♥" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "♥I want you.♥"
He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "♥You have .♥" He pressed his hips forward slightly, letting his rock-hard cock, which was resting against her thigh, slide against her slick, sensitive folds. The contact was electric, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "♥Be more specific.♥"
The teasing, the deliberate torture, was exquisite agony. Her hips bucked upwards, trying to increase the pressure, to capture him, but he moved with her, denying her the friction she so desperately craved. "♥Your cock...♥" she whimpered, the words torn from her throat. "♥Please, my king... I need your cock.♥"
"♥Where do you need it, Hydra?♥" he pressed, his voice a low growl, his eyes never leaving hers. "♥Where do you want to put it?♥"
"♥Inside !♥" she cried out, her desperation finally boiling over. "♥Fuck ! Please, Jax, I’m begging you! Put your cock inside and fuck ! Make yours!♥"
It was the surrender he had been waiting for.
With a low, triumphant groan, he finally crushed his lips to hers. It was a brutal, possessive kiss, a seal on her verbal contract.
He tasted her, claid her, his tongue dominating hers as he shifted his hips, aligning the thick, swollen head of his cock with the slick, wet entrance of her pussy.
He didn’t thrust into her recklessly, instead deciding to slowly push, inch by agonizing inch into her.
The feeling was indescribable. Hydra’s mind, which had just begun to reassemble, shattered all over again.
He was huge, a hot, thick, heavy presence that stretched her, filled her, claid every inch of her sensitive channel.
It was a feeling of being utterly and completely possessed, of being taken in the most profound way possible.
He pushed deeper, his gaze locked on hers, watching as her eyes widened, as her mouth fell open in a silent, breathless gasp.
He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, trying to accommodate his impressive girth, trying to pull him deeper.
He fed her another inch, then another, his slow, deliberate penetration a form of exquisite torture.
Finally, his hips t hers, his entire length buried deep within her.
He paused, savoring the feeling, the intimate connection, the way she throbbed and pulsed around him.
He was all the way in, pressed against the very entrance to her womb, a hot, heavy, undeniable presence that filled her completely.
"♥You feel that?♥" he growled, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "♥That’s where you belong. Wrapped around my cock.♥"
He then began to move.
He started with slow, shallow thrusts, barely pulling out before pushing back in. Each movent sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, a slow, building tide that threatened to drown her.
Her hands, which had been limp at her sides, flew to his back, her nails digging into his powerful shoulders, holding on for dear life.
He gradually increased his pace, his strokes becoming longer, harder, deeper.
He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then slamd back in, burying himself to the hilt with a powerful, fluid motion that made the bed shake and her breath catch in her throat.
"♥ So... deep!... You’re hitting... the bottom!... ♥"
The room was filled with the sounds of their union, the rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass, the wet, sloppy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, and their shared, ragged breaths and moans.
He was fucking her. Not just having sex, not just making love. He was fucking her with a raw, primal intensity that scrambled her senses and shattered her reality.
He was a force of nature, a storm of pure, unadulterated lust, and she was the ground upon which he unleashed his fury.
Her mind was gone. It was a blank, white canvas, painted over and over with the single, overwhelming sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of her.
She was no longer Hydra, the Erald Dragon, a warrior and a leader. She was just a body, a vessel for his pleasure, a passenger on a journey of pure, unending ecstasy.
She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. "♥Yes! Yes! Harder!♥" she scread, the words torn from her throat, a mindless, desperate plea for more. "♥Fuck harder! Don’t stop!♥"
He obliged her. He rose up on his arms, changing the angle of his thrusts, driving into her with a renewed, brutal force.
He was hitting a spot deep inside her, a place no one had ever touched, a place that sent jolts of pure, white-hot pleasure shooting through her entire body with every powerful thrust.
He was claiming her, marking her from the inside out, and as she felt his cock swell within her, as she felt his own climax approaching, she knew that this was only the beginning.
He was going to fuck her until she was a babbling, mindless, cumming wreck, and she was going to love every single second of it.
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