The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch

She could feel herself building toward another orgasm. Could feel the pressure building, the muscles beginning to clench, the sensation beginning to overwhelm her. Her breath became more desperate, her moans became louder, her body’s response became more obvious.

”You’re close,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. He could feel it in the way her body was responding to him, in the way her breathing was becoming ragged, in the way her muscles were clenching around him.

His thrusts became harder. Faster. More intense. His entire body moved with purpose, with need, with the absolute desperation of claiming her completely.

”Come,” he commanded. ”Come around me, Morgana. Let me feel you.”

And she did.

The orgasm hit her hard. Her entire body convulsed, her muscles clenching around him, her cry echoing through the room. Thorne didn’t stop. He continued to move inside her, prolonging the sensation, extending the pleasure, refusing to let go of the moment.

When the orgasm finally began to fade, she was completely spent. Completely shaking. Her body limp against the bed, her breathing labored, her fever-hazed mind struggling to process what had just happened.

But he wasn’t finished.

”I can’t,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. ”I can’t take anymore. Please. It’s too much. I’m too.....”

Thorne pulled out of her completely.

The sudden emptiness was shocking. Was almost painful. She made a sound of protest, her hips trying to follow him, trying to regain the contact despite her saying she was tired seconds earlier.

But before she could even catch her breath, before she could even process what was happening, he was turning her.

His hands gripped her hips, rolling her over onto her stomach in one smooth motion. She barely had time to process the movement before he was pulling her up onto her knees, positioning her on all fours before her body had fully caught up to what was happening.

She was still shaking. Still coming down from the orgasm. Still struggling to catch her breath. Still overwhelmed by sensation.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance.

”Wait,” she gasped, her voice uncertain. ”I can’t.....”

”You can,” he said, his voice firm but not cruel. ”And you will.”

Then he slammed back inside her.

The force of it made her cry out, her hands gripped the sheets, her back arched, her entire body responding to the intensity of his claiming.

He pulled out almost completely, and for a moment she thought he might give her a reprieve.

Instead, he began to push back inside her slowly.

Deliberately.

Letting her feel the entire process of him entering her again. The stretch was different in this position....deeper, more intense, more complete. She gasped, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but his hands on her hips held her steady, immovable.

”That’s it,” he breathed. ”Take me. Feel me inside you.”

He continued to slide inside her until he was completely sheathed. For just a moment, he held himself there, completely still, letting her adjust to the new position.

Then he pulled back.

And slammed forward with such force that her breath was knocked from her body.

”Oh god,” she gasped. ”Oh god, Thorne.”

He didn’t respond to her words. Instead, he pulled back and slammed forward again. And again. And again. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, controlling her movement, ensuring that each thrust drove exactly where he wanted it to go.

The sensations were building again. Building faster. The position was different, and it was creating new sensations, new depths of pleasure that she hadn’t experienced even moments before. Each slam drove deeper, each movement sent new waves of sensation through her body.

She could feel herself climbing. Could feel the pressure building. Could feel herself approaching another orgasm despite the fact that she’d just come, despite the fact that her body felt like it was coming apart.

”More,” she gasped, the word surprising her as much as it surprised him. ”I need more.”

Thorne’s response was immediate. He increased the intensity of his thrusts. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His entire body moved with the purpose of claiming her completely, of marking her completely, of ensuring that she would feel him long after this moment ended.

His hand came around to the front of her body, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed hard and fast. The combination of his thrusts and his fingers began to drive her toward a climax so intense, so overwhelming, that she was certain it would destroy her completely.

And then her body began to break down.

”I can’t,” she gasped, her voice becoming almost a sob. Her muscles were trembling, her breath coming in gasps and sobs. ”I can’t take any more. Please. I can’t....”

Thorne pulled out of her completely.

The sudden emptiness was shocking. Was devastating. She made a sound of distress.

But before she could even catch her breath, before she could even process what was happening, before she could form another word, he slammed back inside her.

Hard.

Deep.

”You can, Morgana,” he said, his voice low and commanding. ”And you will.”

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He simply continued, slamming into her with an intensity that suggested he was losing control, that his need was overriding everything else, that his desperate hunger for her was breaking through any remaining restraint.

She gasped and cried out. She tried to pull away, but his hands held her firmly in place, refusing to let her escape.

”That’s it,” he growled. ”You’re so perfect. So completely perfect for me.”

The sensations were overwhelming. The pressure was building again, was climbing higher, was approaching a peak that she was certain would destroy her completely. She could feel the muscles inside her clenching, could feel the pressure building, could feel herself approaching another orgasm despite the fact that she was absolutely certain she couldn’t come again.

But her body had other plans.

His hand came around to the front of her body again, his fingers finding her clit.