Every pump made my eyes roll back. I wanted desperately to close them and be swept away—but he was what grounded me. He was what guided me. He stayed true to his word and I let him take me, show me, teach me.
His face in that moment was a study in raw tension. His eyes bore into me, his jaw was locked, teeth grinding as that vein in his forehead pulsed and bulged, and I understood how it felt.
He put his elbows on each side of me and kissed me as he ravished me—savage, intense, aggressive kisses that made my cheeks sting with the roughness of his stubble. Our bodies were one in every way. From time to time, the pleasure would overcome me and the room would start to twinkle and shift, as if I had spent too long looking into a candle flame.
In those moments, I lost myself and gave in to the pleasure of his strength and desire. It felt so good, I thought it must be a dream. But it wasn’t. It was him, in all his glory. My pleasure belonged to him forever.
“Fuck, Sara...” His voice was gruff, heady with exertion. “Come for me again. Let me hear you again. Your sounds… I’m so fucking drunk on you.” He doubled down with intensity, lingering inside me for one second, two, three, until I felt my body respond to him with throbs and flutters, and then the candle-flame blurriness overtook me again.
My spine rolled and I lifted myself right up off the sheets, only to come back down with his huge hands gripping my ass, digging into the flesh. Again and again he took me, and again and again I screamed his name into his shoulder as he grunted and growled and I felt possessed by this primal beast of a man I’d only met earlier that day.
I never imagined that anything could feel so good. I surrendered wholly to this experience as he ravaged me, again and again, until I was a panting, messy, sated pile of sweat and cum.
Once he sensed my exhaustion, he slowed, still inside me but rising to his knees, brushing the hair from my face. Wherever he had taken me with all that bliss, I could tell he too was heading there. It was crazy to think that he had the self-control to resist the inhuman pull of that pleasure. Though my hips were sore and my body tired, I opened my legs even wider for him as I ran my fingertips down his chest. With each thrust, my body responded by clenching tight around him. The tighter I clenched, the more his eyes grew glassy with desire.
“Jesus, sweet fucking Sara, your cunt owns my cock already.” He lowered his head and rammed into me with pounding thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall. “Fuck, yes. Tell me you’re ready to take everything I have to give you.”
“Yes!” I shouted, throwing my head back, caring nothing for who might hear my savage, needy screams. “Yes, Bors. Gods, I… Oh…” I tried to catch my breath, I tried to rock my hips, I tried to get more of him inside me as he gripped my waist tight enough to leave bruises.
But I wanted it. I wanted to know that he had me tight, that he needed me there, in that moment.
“Say it!” he growled. “Tell me you’re ready…”
Ready wasn’t enough. It didn’t describe how I felt about him, how I felt about his seed. It failed to encompass all I was in that moment.
“Oh…oh…oh…I was born for you… For this. This is my only purpose, now and always. Bors, please!” I leaned forward and met his eyes, tearing my nails into his flesh.
With a bestial roar, he unleashed his power into me. And as he did, I was taken to the brink of bliss and beyond.
Utterly spent, Bors embraced me from behind, his arms wrapped around my chest so that my bosom spilled out onto his forearm, his chin rested on my shoulder and my hips nestled in the cradle of his huge, solid body.
“Marry me,” he murmured.
At first I thought he was joking. Some post-coital humor had my lips turning upward in a nervous smile.
But as the silence stretched in the moments that followed, I felt my heart clutch at the possibility. Me? No. Surely not. He wasn’t serious.
Or, was he?
I tried to turn to look at him, but his arms clutched so tight, I couldn’t move, and it felt wonderful to be at his mercy.
“Just say yes. Don’t overthink it. Please. I’m not sophisticated or educated. I have no high ambitions. But I promise you, Sara, with all my heart, I will give you everything. If you desire it, somehow I’ll provide it. I don’t deserve you, I know that. I’m nothing but an bitter, scarred warrior for hire. I don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. But I ask it nonetheless. Marry me.”