Masen’s jaw tenses and he pulls in a harsh breath through his teeth on a hiss. He reaches down between our bodies, grabs his heavy cock, and pushes the tip just inside me. I’m almost frantic as I try to impale myself on him. He holds me firmly, keeping me under his control. His dark grin tells me how much he enjoys doing just that.

I snarl fiercely, letting him know I’m about to lose control of myself. He pulls my upper body close to him still holding my two hands in his one behind my back. The other arm embraces me closely, his lips are next to my temple, but his lower body is still barely touching me.

He inhales deeply. “Been waiting for this, baby. You ready for me?” He almost purrs, the heat from his breath feels like a cool breeze against me. I’m fully shaking now like an addict longing for a fix. I can admit this is exactly how I imagine they feel.

Please, I whimper through our bond. Before the thought is finished, he surges inside me, and I scream and come immediately.

I imagined I’d find relief, but there is none. I rip my hands from his grasp and climb his big body, tears stream down my face as I try to find solace from the pain, pulling myself closer to him. My nails gouge into his biceps and shoulders as I reach for purchase. When my nails drag down his back, he shouts out as he finds his own release.

Then, the relief comes, my body sags as my inner walls spasm, milking him for every drop of semen. I can finally breathe. I didn’t realize how badly I was going to crave him. My relief is short lived because as he turns us and carries my limp body to the bedroom, the fire in my lower belly is re-stoked. I’m mewling for more, and he’s still sheathed inside of me.

“Greedy.” He pants into my neck as he licks over my throat and collarbones, sucking and nipping. My inner walls spasm around his huge cock, trying to pull him deeper and get more of his seed inside of me. “God, I love how badly you need me,” he grunts, pounding into me. “Gonna fill you up, baby.” He does exactly that. Masen makes love to me in every way imaginable, and I take every caress and touch he has to offer then demand more.

In my desperation, I practically maul him. His wide back has tracks upon tracks from my nails, his neck is bloody from my bites, and I’m pretty sure from the sated but exhausted smile on his face he couldn’t have enjoyed it more when I was able to thank him for taking such good care of me.

It’s now almost thirty-six hours later, and I finally feel more like myself without having Masen inside me. The short moments I’ve slept or rested, Masen has fed and cleaned us. Once, I woke while he was showering us both. He came three times before I let him finish rinsing us. I don’t know how he’s not dead or at least unconscious. Every time I needed him he was there, every time I slept, he stayed awake caring for me. If I didn’t already love him with every fiber of my being, I certainly would now.