NOVEL NEXT You are mine – r18
"You like that, don't you? You like being mine."
Her response was a breathless murmur, "Yes, my lord."
Julian felt his cock swell even more, his dominance over her a potent aphrodisiac. He delivered another spank, harder this time, watching with satisfaction as her ass cheeks bounced.
Emma's body was a maelstrom of sensation, each slap sending a jolt of pain that morphed into a wave of pleasure. She could feel the tears trickling down her face, but they weren't from pain; they were tears of pleasure, a catharsis of the intense emotions that Julian stirred within her. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire.
Julian pulled her hair, his strokes becoming more vigorous with each passing moment. "
You're mine now, Emma," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "No one will touch you like this again, not even your husband."
She felt a strange sense of relief and excitement, the thrill of being claimed by such a powerful man.
Emma's voice was barely a whisper, but the words were clear and filled with a need that could not be denied.
"Yes, my lord," she replied, her voice trembling with the weight of her submission. "I am only yours, you can fuck me anytime you want."
Julian's eyes lit up with triumph at her words.
With one final, brutal thrust, Julian emptied himself inside her, his hot cum filling her to the brim. She felt the warmth spread through her, a declaration of his claim.
The sensation of his seed filling her was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was as if her body had been waiting for this moment, craving the release that only he could provide.
Julian collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and sated. His breath was ragged in her ear, and she could feel the thunder of his heart against her back.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, the only sound in the room their mingled gasps for air. Then, Emma felt a warm trickle down her thigh as his cum began to spill out of her. The feeling was both humiliating and thrilling, a stark reminder of their taboo union.
Julian pulled out of her gently, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He leaned back on his haunches, his eyes roving over her body with a hunger that hadn't abated.
"Rest," he whispered, his voice a dark promise of what was to come. "We have all night, and I plan on making the most of it."
Emma lay there, boneless and sated, her body still trembling from the force of her climax. She watched as he took a deep breath, his chest expanding with the effort.
The candlelight danced across his skin, making him look like a god of lust come to life. She felt a thrill at the thought of what the night would hold, her mind racing with all the ways he could pleasure her.
Julian leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered,
"Get ready for the second round, my sweet Emma."
The promise in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a renewed surge of arousal. She had never felt so alive, so desired, as she did in that moment.
Julian's cock slid back into her, the sensation of being filled again sending another jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned into the pillow, the soft fabric muffling the sounds of their lovemaking. He began to move again, his hips setting a steady rhythm that had her body responding almost immediately.
Emma felt the mattress shift as Julian settled into a deeper angle, his strokes hitting a spot that had her panting with need. She pushed back against him, eager for more of his delicious friction.
The sound of skin on skin filled the air along with her muffled moans and the occasional slap of his hand against her ass. Julian was relentless, his movements powerful and sure, as if he had been born to claim her in this way.
The words she hadn't known she was capable of saying spilled from her lips.
"Yes, lord," she shouted, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Fuck me like a slut, use me, take me."
Julian's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more demanding, more possessive. It was as if her words had unlocked some primal instinct within him, and she reveled in the knowledge that she could elicit such a raw, animalistic response from this powerful mage.
He pulled her hair, arching her back so that she was forced to look into his eyes. The intensity in his gaze was like a storm, a tempest of passion and desire that she found herself lost within.
"Yes, you are," he growled, his voice a dark affirmation of her new role. "You're my personal slut, Emma. You're here to serve me, to give me pleasure."