Page 85 of Zirkov

He could not take his mouth from her, not yet, not until he had her squirming and begging, like that night. He fucked her with two, then three fingers, creating a rhythm that soon had her rocking against his hand.

His cocks pulsed demanding to be inside her. Her core clamped down on his fingers and he nearly shot his seed into the rubble. She cried out, struggling to keep her voice down.

The sound of her reaching her climax overwhelmed him. He stood up and sliced through her blouse and bra with his claws, then lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist and her boots dug into his ass.

The frem worked quickly on her back hole, making his entry easy. When he slid his mating cock into her pussy, he lost all control and fucked her hard and fast.

“Yes!” she shouted. Passersby would hear, but there was no stopping him. The need to dominate, to claim and make her his drove him now.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come again.”

“You will wait.”

“Can’t…”

Her walls squeezed his mating cock, throwing him into the most exquisite release he’d ever experienced in his life. His only regret was not marking her with his cum now that she was fully aware. For as much as he wanted to mark her again, the rubble of a war zone was no place to mark a female, but he would have if he could be sure she was his sholani…

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MAGGIE

Maggie didn’t knowwhat had come over Zirkov, but he’d fucked her like he couldn’t get enough of her. And he wasn’t done.

With the sun high in the sky, they’d gone at it like wild animals in a corner of a collapsed building. Only one wall stood between them and people walking by. She’d heard the murmurs beyond the wall, the whispers, the shocked voices. People could hear them screwing. And she didn’t fucking care.

Zirkov ripped what remained of her blouse and bra off and tied them to two pieces of rebar jutting out from the concrete above her. Then he placed her hands on the fabric and tied her to the bars. A moment of panic seized her, thinking he’d leave her like this, naked with her hands tied above her and the tips of her toes barely touching the ground.

One look at his face and she knew he was only getting started. Sex with him went beyond a quick fuck. He threw his heart into it like he did everything else.

Zirkov lifted her until she sat on his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. Now she understood the reason for tying her hands to the bars, to give her something to hold on to and ensure she didn’t slip.

“Take your pleasure,” he ordered a second before he dragged his tongue through her folds. Oh, the glorious feel of his tongue, his lips, even the scruff along his jaw rubbing against her, bringing her to new heights. Her body begged for more.

The sun’s rays warmed her bare back as she ground against his face. She swore she heard him moan, even though she wasn’t touching either of his cocks. Her hands clenched the padded rebar and her back arched as another orgasm struck. His tongue never stopped moving inside her, intensifying the pleasure.

A moment later, claws extended from his knuckles and Zirkov shredded her restraints. Slowly, he slid her down his body, his tongue dragging along her skin until he captured her lips. She could lose herself in this male. Fuck, she already had.

When their lips parted, he set her down on her hands and knees and nudged her legs apart. One thick finger spread frem against her back hole. “You don’t know what you do to me, Magdalena.”

Her heart raced when one cock settled against her pussy and the other dragged across her ass cheeks, as he prepared to enter her.

His hands moved up and down her back, warming her as he waited for the frem to relax her. Her mind floated, not thinking, not caring, just enjoying and acting on instinct as she wiggled her ass. His hands settled on her cheeks, spreading her. Then he slammed both cocks into her, filling her front and back simultaneously.

His thrusts came shockingly fast and deep. The sensations built quickly, everywhere. It was all she could do to breathe, let alone speak. Her body clamped down on his cocks, holding him, milking him, taking what belonged to her.

Zirkov roared.

Nothing separated them, not even time or space. Maggie no longer felt alone in the universe.

Then he withdrew, slowly. Emptiness captured her and held her hostage until a warm liquid struck her back. His hand massaged it into her skin, over the knots of her spine to her hard nipples in front, then over her ribs, hips, and finally her ass. Her body relaxed, an innate sense of destiny and belonging settling in her soul.

A warm hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. “Open for me.”

“What?”

“I’m not done.”

“What else is there?”