Chapter 89 Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Chapter 89
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Slowly, deliberately, I tugged them down, inch by inch, revealing the thick length of his cock springing free, already rigid and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

He shifted his hips to help, lifting slightly despite the pull of his injury, his breath hitching as the pants slid past his thighs and pooled at his ankles.

I kicked them aside, my hands trailing back up his legs, feeling the taut muscles flex under my touch.

Kneeling before him, I positioned myself between his spread thighs, the stone floor cool against my knees.

His cock stood proud, throbbing slightly, and I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling its heat pulse in my grip.

Leaning in, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the swollen head before sliding down the shaft.

He groaned low in his throat, one hand tangling in my hair, not forcing but guiding, as I sucked him deeper.

I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head rhythmically, the salty taste of him filling my mouth while my free hand cupped his balls, massaging gently.

Saliva coated his length, making each slide smoother, wetter, as I worked him with my mouth, alternating between long strokes and teasing flicks of my tongue along the underside.

His hips bucked faintly, a controlled thrust that pushed him further into the warmth of my throat, and I hummed around him, the vibration drawing another ragged sound from his lips.

But I wanted more, needed to feel him inside me, filling the ache building between my thighs. Slowly, I released him with a soft pop, standing up as strings of saliva connected my lips to his glistening cock for a moment before breaking.

My pussy throbbed, slick and ready, as I straddled him again, facing him fully. Placing one hand on the back of his neck for support, my fingers digging into the short hairs there, I positioned myself over his lap.

The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, parting my folds, and I lowered myself inch by inch, groaning deeply as he stretched me open.

The slow slide was exquisite torture, his thickness pressing against my inner walls, filling me completely until I was seated fully on him, our hips flush.

My groan turned into a moan, my body adjusting to the fullness, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

His hands gripped my waist, steadying me, his eyes locked on mine with that intense, unyielding stare that made my heart race.

His grip on my waist tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as I began to move, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The fullness of his cock inside me was overwhelming, every shift sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my core.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardening further from the friction against his skin.

My other hand braced on his shoulder, nails scraping lightly as I lifted myself up, feeling him slide almost out before sinking back down, the drag of his thickness against my slick walls making me gasp.

Kane's breath was hot against my neck, his lips brushing the mark he'd bitten earlier, a possessive reminder that throbbed in time with my pulse.

"That's it, Luna," he murmured, voice rough and commanding, urging me on. I groaned again, the sound escaping unbidden as I picked up the pace, grinding down harder, chasing the building pressure.

His hands guided me, one sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat while the other squeezed my ass, spreading me wider to take him deeper.

Sweat beaded on our skin, the room filled with the wet sounds of our joining, my pussy clenching around him with each descent.

I rode him steadily, my thighs burning from the effort, but the ache only heightened the sensation, pushing me closer to the edge.

His cock hit that spot inside me repeatedly, making my vision blur with stars.

"Kane," I whispered, my voice breaking, not sure if it was a plea or a prayer.

He thrust up to meet me, despite the twinge of pain from his wound, his hips snapping with controlled power. The jolt sent me spiraling, my body trembling as the orgasm crashed over me, walls fluttering and squeezing him tight.

I cried out, head falling forward onto his shoulder, biting down on the muscle there to muffle the sound. He didn't stop, driving into me through my release, prolonging the waves until I was shuddering, oversensitive and spent.

But he wasn't done. Flipping us with surprising strength, careful of his injury, he laid me back on the bed, his body covering mine without crushing.

His cock slipped out briefly, slick with my juices, before he pushed back in with one firm stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

I whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer. He fucked me then, deep and relentless, each plunge claiming me anew.

His mouth found my breast, sucking hard on the nipple, teeth grazing just enough to sting.

The second climax built faster, coiling tight in my belly as he pounded into me, the bed creaking under us.

"Mine," he growled against my skin, the word vibrating through me. I arched up, meeting his thrusts, my hands clutching at his back, leaving red trails from my nails.

When I came again, it was with a sob, my pussy gushing around him, soaking us both.

Kane followed moments later, burying his face in my neck as he thrust deep one last time, spilling hot inside me, his cock pulsing with each spurt.

We lay tangled, breaths ragged, his weight a comforting press as he softened within me.

The world narrowed to the beat of our hearts, the sticky warmth between my thighs, and the quiet certainty that, for now, I was his, body and soul.

I lay there, chest heaving, my body limp and sated against Kane's. His seed leaked slowly from me, a warm trickle down my inner thigh, mixing with the sweat that slicked our skin.

The air in the chamber hung heavy with the scent of sex, musky and raw, clinging to the furs beneath us. Kane shifted slightly, his cock slipping free with a soft, wet sound that made me shiver.