Page 115 of The Guru: Shadow

“Relax, or it’ll hurt a lot more.”

Not that I care.

Spit ran down her ass. Not that it was needed, she was so wet, she could feel her folds smack just from being moved as a sidekick, so his cock must be dripping from her juices.

And then, he pushed into her. It felt as if her butt would rip apart and part ofher tried to move away, but his hands, now both slung tight around her again, held her steady. There was no escaping. With small thrusts, he started to widen her, until there was a moment where arousal shot like a lightening through her. It was the moment her butt took him in completely. The sensation of it was beyond what she ever had imagined. A loud moan came out of her mouth.

“Gods, Deis!”

“Yes,ma belle, that’s what I want to hear.”

He fucked her like no one had ever fucked her before. One of his arms wandered around her throat and pressed her into a chokehold while his cock hammered into her butt so hard it made tears stream from her eyes. His other hand wandered down to her swollen and overstimulated clit. It was one touch, one clap with his hand, and electric shocks ran through her body. A part of her wanted to flee from the pain, from the feeling of being used. But there was something in her, so carnal – so high by him consuming her, that made her melt into whatever he’d do with her. Her breathing erratic from lust and lesser, and lesser, and lesser air, up to a point where her whole skin began to prickle while her vision became blurry.

And while he rubbed her clit so fiercely with his other hand, a pulsating arousal grew in her in this distorted reality, where everything spun around her. His moans behind her became deep groans, and it was the sexiest noise she had ever heard.

“You are such a good girl, taking me like a real queen, letting me use you to please me and you.”

His words reached her, only she couldn’t process them anymore. She was caught up in an endless hurricane of lust. Her body became so heavy, she didn’t know how to stand anymore, while everything in her seemed to become lighter. Even weightless.

And just when she was about to collapse, he removed his hands and slung them back around her middle to catch her.

“Come for me, now.”

And damn, how she came. He only needed to order it, and her core clenchedas he thrust one, two, three more times in the waves of her orgasm and then exploded in her butt.

Complete and utter exhaustion spread in her as the orgasm ebbed away, and she just gave in, unable to keep herself on her own feet. She just let herself be held steady while his cock still pulsated in her. His heated breath against her neck, his firing, hot body burning into her skin.

Her whole body prickled as she rode on a high like never before, not from any risky behavior, not from jumping down a cliff, not even from drugs.

Gods, I don’t know why people do drugs if they can have this.

“Come, shower,” he whispered and slid out of her. He did not let go of her, instead, he lifted her up and carried her into the huge walk-in shower. When she was back on her feet, he did not let go of her, one arm around her to keep her steady pressed against his body, with his other hand, he turned on the shower.

Warm water fell like raindrops down on her. Rain was something she had loved since forever. She would lay down in the rain whenever there was a huge storm in the summer months and let it fall on her face.

As if he had heard her thought, he bent her back, so the water fell straight into her face. Never would she have let a man guide her like that, let herself be taken care of. Never would she have trusted a man to even hold her. But she did trust him. She trusted probably the most ruthless and unsafe human on the whole planet. Only to her, he was the safest she had ever felt. Because he not only took away her pain, but also quietened her mind.

His hand stroked through her wet hair. “So beautiful,” he said while his lips wandered to her neck. And then he bit her so hard she shrieked from it.

“Now it’s more beautiful.”

He grasped her head, pulled her up and pushed her back into the wall behind her. Pain rushed through her from the impact. It was so cold without the water, and yet, it was a refreshing sensation that cleared her mind and fuzzy vision in an instant. What she saw, was a little blood on his lips.

Should she be concerned? Yes, said her righteousness. Only problem, the rest of her was aroused beyond everything.

He wiped over his lips, taking her hand and her thumb, but something in her acted without thinking. She gripped his wrist, and they both stared at the blood on it for a moment before their eyes met again. Slowly, she pulled his hand up, and when it was in front of her face, she took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean with the most luscious and devilish smirk in her eyes she could do.

The lioness in her wanted more, and she would take it.

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The moment her lips enclosed his thumb, the arousal in him grew to a level of something he hadn’t felt ever before. She should be shattered and weak, she should have all her holes stuffed unable to take more, adding onto everything she went through this evening, and there she was, wanting more. Demanding more. And hell, he would provide. She truly was a queen.

Her mascara. So beautifully smeared into a black mess under her eyes.