"Such a good mate," he praised. "Taking everything I give you, begging for more. Perfect fucking mate."
The combination of his words and the relentless pounding pushed over the edge, and I ca hard, my legs nearly giving out beneath . Only his strong grip on my hips kept upright as pleasure whited out my vision.
He followed monts later, his knot swelling again and locking us in place as he pumped full of more cum.
Was it even possible to go crazy from sex? To get high on nothing but scent and sensation and overwhelming pleasure? Because I felt completely out of my mind drunk on him and his pheromones with the bond thrumming between us.
Before I knew it, we were back on the bed, and he was positioning on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, presenting myself for him, and Jude was behind , running his hands possessively over my curves.
He entered in one smooth thrust and imdiately set a quick pace. His claws had extended partially, and I felt them gripping my hips, careful not to break skin but good enough to hold exactly where he wanted .
"Take it," he growled. "Take all of . Such a good mate, such a perfect cunt squeezing my cock."
I was beyond words, just moaning wantonly as he fucked . The pleasure built until I thought I might actually pass out from the intensity of it, and when I finally ca, it was so hard my vision went dark at the edges, and I collapsed forward onto the bed, boneless.
He followed down, never breaking our connection, continuing to thrust as he chased his own release. His knot swelled again, and this ti when he locked inside , it felt even bigger, even fuller, and I whimpered at the pain despite having been stretched.
I didn’t know how many days had passed or even how many hours. My throat was dry and scratchy from screaming and moaning. My body was so thoroughly fucked, so completely claid, that I felt filled to the brim with him, with his scent, with his cum, with his very essence.
There had barely been any breaks between rounds, just enough ti to drink water or catch my breath before he was on again, needing , wanting , and taking .
But now I was in the bed moaning like a wanton with Jude pounding into , and the intensity was sohow even greater than before. Then his knot ca fully swollen, and this ti it lasted for hours. Hours of being locked together, feeling every pulse, every twitch, every drop he gave while the bond amplified everything, making feel what he felt and him feel what I felt in an endless loop of pleasure.
At so point he must have carried to the bathroom because suddenly I was in warm water, and he was trying to clean us both up, though his cock was hard again despite having just knotted .
"I need you again," he murmured, and there was almost an apology in his voice. "I can’t stop needing you."
I should have been exhausted and should have begged for rcy, but instead I found myself straddling him in the bathtub, sinking down onto his cock with a relieved moan like this was exactly where I needed to be.
The water sloshed everywhere as I rode him, creating small waves that spilled over the edge of the tub and onto the bathroom floor, but neither of us cared. Sothing about being in the water made it feel even more intimate despite the wildness of the rut, like we were the only two people in existence.
"So beautiful," he murmured, watching with golden eyes. "Love watching you take my cock; love seeing you fall apart on it."
I braced my hands on his shoulders and moved faster, chasing the pleasure building in my wall. His hands ca up to cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I rode him.
When we both ca this ti, his knot swelled in the warm water, and we stayed locked together gently rocking as the water cooled around us.
Eventually he lifted out of the tub, his knot still inside ,together, and carried back to bed, laying down gently on my side. He positioned himself behind , spooning , and slipped back inside from this angle.
This position was gentler and more intimate, and I felt tears start streaming down my face from the overwhelming intensity of the bond and the emotions flooding through it.
"I love you," he whispered against my ear, thrusting slowly and deeply. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
I could feel everything he felt through the bond: his desperate love, his overwhelming need, and his primal satisfaction at claiming so thoroughly. And he could feel everything I felt: my love, my trust, and my complete surrender to this connection between us.
We moved together slowly and intimately, and when we ca this ti, it was gentle and sweet despite the rut. His knot locked us together again, and we stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, both crying quietly from the emotional intensity.
When we finally separated and lay tangled together in the sheets, I took stock of my body. There were bruises forming on my hips and thighs, not bad, just marks from the intensity of his grip. My neck had multiple bite marks from his possessive claiming. I was thoroughly marked and claid and rutted.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, and I could hear the worry in his voice as his eyes traced over every mark. "Fuck Rosie. I’m sorry I lost control—"
"I’m okay," I interrupted him firmly. "I promise. I love this. I love you. I love all of it."
He pulled closer, burying his face in my hair. "We’re only halfway through the rut," he admitted quietly. "It’s going to be like this for days still."
I felt my eyes widen as the reality sank in. Can my body really take the intensity, the overwhelming pleasure? But looking at him, at my mate, at the man I loved, I found I didn’t mind at all.
"Then I guess we better pace ourselves," I said with a small smile and felt him laugh against my skin.
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Soone should call doc for Rosie can she survive this? We still have more to go. You can join my discord group for more characters profile and all s: //discord. gg/XQPKUE4Umy
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