Astelion POV
He groaned into my mouth, a thick sound, as his hands ripped at the fabric of my dress, pulling it down past my shoulders with an impatience that made my skin tingle.
"Look at me," he rasped, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to trail his lips down my jawline.
I open my eyes, he shifted, his hand sliding down between our bodies, his long fingers finding my thighs and parting them effortlessly. The air hit my bare skin, cold for only a heartbeat before he crowded back into my space, his hardened dicked rubbing directly against my soaking wet vagina.
A sharp, ragged whimper tore from my throat. The sheer sensitivity was agonizing.
"You're shaking, do you want me to stop?" he whispered, I shook my head. He gently placed his thumb catching in my mouth, letting me bite down as he pushed forward.
He didn't ease in this time. Driven by a desperate, consuming passion, Kiono buried himself inside me with one deep, unyielding thrust.
The fullness was immense, a thick, stretching heat that made my eyes snap wide. I choked on a gasp against his hand, my legs instinctively locking around his waist to pull him even deeper. He froze, his entire body turning to solid iron above me, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle violently flexed. He was fighting his own body, completely under the tight, wet grip of my walls.
"Hold on to me, I am afraid I can't promise to be gentle this time" he whispered against my ear, his breath scalding.
Then, he began to move.
The rhythm was ruthless and heavy. Every stroke was deliberate, a slow, deep friction that felt less like lovingmaking and more like he wanted to destroy my insides. The messy, slick sounds of our bodies colliding filled the quiet room, echoing against the walls that had trembled only minutes before. He wasn't holding back his strength anymore, he was lifting my hips off the mattress with every downward thrust, pinning me beneath him until I couldn't tell where my own pulse ended and his began.
My hands scratched at his bare back, my nails leaving red tracks down his spine as the pleasure began to coil tightly in my stomach.
"Kiono... please... I can't—"
"Let it go," he commanded, his voice dropping into a sexy, breathless tone that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core. "Give it to me, Astelion."
He quickened the pace, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in fast, slick circles right at the point of impact. The double stimulation was too much for my brain to process. The room tilted. My internal walls clamped down around him in a series of violent, helpless spasms as cum I screamed his name into the empty air. My body arching beautifully off the sheets as the warm, sticky liquid of my release coated him entirely.
Kiono let out a wrecked, breathy sound, his eyes wild as he felt me pulse around him, but he didn't pull back. Instead of letting me rest, he used the slick friction of my release to drive himself even deeper, his strokes turning faster, harder, and completely unhinged.
Before I could even catch my breath from the first wave, he shifted his grip, locking his hand around my throat not to choke, as sucked on my nipples, gently gliding his teeth and tongue on it. His other had he targeted the exact spot that made my toes curl.
"Look at what you do to me," he panted.
The sheer overstimulation sent me spiraling right. A second, deeper orgasm crashed over my system, my vagina milking him with frantic, desperate squeezes that tore loud, unguarded cries from my lips.
He stayed with me through every single contraction, his hips rolling into me with a heavy precision. He was playing with the edge, intentionally prolonging the torture until we were both completely soaked in sweat, our skin fusing together in the heat of the room. The passion had turned raw.
"I love you," he roared against my mouth, the confession rough and laced with a sudden, urgency.
He delivered three fast, deep, unyielding thrusts that buried him to the absolute end of my womb. My third release broke over me at the exact same moment his body went completely rigid. With a low, groan that rattled his chest, Kiono broke. His thick, hot, creamy cum filled me up to the absolute brim, a beautiful, messy overflow that spilled out over our tangled thighs.
He collapsed limply against me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his chest heaving like a dying man's.
We lay there for a long time, the only sound the steady, our uneven breathing. The silence was heavy, thick with the scent of sex and crushed roses.
Slowly, carefully, Kiono shifted his weight off me. He didn't pull away completely; instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding between my trembling thighs. His fingers gently pressed against my core, checking the swollen, sensitive skin with a quiet, protective intensity.
"Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice rough and deeply concerned as he looked at me through the gold light. "Did I hurt you?"
I forced my heavy eyelids open, looking at him I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and let out a soft, exhausted breath. "I'm okay. I'm safe with you."