Doris O'Connor (7 page)

"You've learnt enough about our way of life to know what I'm asking of you. If you accept my bite only death can part our connection. It is stronger than marriage could ever be, not that I don’t want to marry you, too…Fuck it. I'm making a hash of this. I was going to ask you over dinner tonight, but then you pulled your little stunt, and… Jesus, say something, Estelle."

Estelle giggled in happiness and his eyes narrowed as she pushed him down and straddled him. He groaned when the move brought her pussy in direct contact with his cock. Excitement shot through her, and she tried to align herself to take him deep, but his hands on her hips stopped her.

"Estelle!" The warning rumbled through her, and she pouted.

"You haven't answered me, sweet."

Estelle rolled her eyes, earning herself a quick slap to her ass, and she moaned her approval. "Is that you all you've got…Sir?"

She shrieked when he flipped her over and raised her bum in the air. One hand delved between her folds, and she moaned when his fingers slid in deep and found her g-spot. He massaged her intimately with ruthless precision, and Estelle lost herself in sensation.

"Please, Sir – Oh God – not again, please."

"Please what, Estelle?"

Nathan's warm back covered hers, his fingers withdrew, a drawer shut and opened. Then there was a rib of foil, and she held her breath when Nathan's thick tip slid into her pussy hole. She clenched her muscles, desperately trying to draw him in deeper, but his hands on her hips held her still.

"I asked you a question. I need your answer."

Estelle growled, and Nathan's tiger answered. The grip on her hips grew painful, Nathan's voice strained.

"Baby, yes or no."

"Yes, Sir, please, just…"

Whatever else she was going to say flew out of her brain completely as Nathan thrust into her with a deep growl. As ready as she was, the angle and force of his thrust caught her by surprise, and she whimpered. Nathan stilled with a muttered curse of apology and waited for her body to adjust. When she moaned her consent, he thrust again, slowly at first and then with ever increasing speed. She locked her arms and pushed against him, matching him move for move as the tension built inside her again. Just as she hovered on the brink of release, he licked her neck, and with a growled, "I love you,"

he bit down hard. Estelle screamed his name with the force of her own release, as he grew bigger still inside her, and her body clamped around his cock. He bucked and growled his own release, his whole body shaking in tune with her, and his claws sliced through the sheets, until finally he collapsed on top of her.

Still joined he rolled sideways and propped himself up one elbow, his beast's eyes searching her face anxiously. She smiled at him, and he laughed when she asked, "You need to bite me every time we do this, right?"

She pouted at the shake of his head, and let her eyes flutter closed, as he licked the wound on her neck.

"Spoilsport, I mean …Sir."

He pulled her closer into his warmth, and she smiled at the last words she heard before exhaustion claimed her.

"We really have to work on your obedience."

The End

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