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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I was having trouble controlling my breathing, because Abeloec was still vibrating and moving inside me. I was close. “I like pain to a point, but not a broken jaw. We’ll need to lay some ground rules before…you…get…your turn,” and the last word was a scream as I threw my head back and my body spasmed. Mistral caught my head or I would have smashed it against the hard ground.
Abeloec’s pleasure spread through me, over me, in me, in waves. Waves of pleasure, waves of power, over and over, as if here, too, he was able to control what was happening. As if he could control my release the way he’d controlled everything else. The orgasm would roll over me from my groin to every inch of my body, then it would start again, spreading from between my legs over my skin in a rush that sent my hands seeking something to hold on to, my body thrashing. My entire upper body left the ground and smashed back, over and over, while Abeloec held my hips and legs trapped against his body.
Someone was behind me, catching me, trying to hold me down, but the pleasure was too much. I could do nothing but struggle and scream, one long ragged scream after another. My fingers found flesh to tear, and strong hands held my wrist tight. My other hand found my own body, and tore at it. Another hand found that wrist, pinned it to the floor.
I heard voices over my screams: “Go, Abeloec, just finish it!”
“Now, Abeloec!” urged Mistral.
And he did, and suddenly the world was made of white light, and it was as if I could feel his release between my legs, feel it hot and thick, and him buried as deep inside me as he could go. I floated in that white light, and found starbursts of red and green and blue. Then there was nothing, nothing but white, white light.
CHAPTER 5
I DIDN’T PASS OUT, NOT COMPLETELY, NOT REALLY, BUT IT WAS as if I were boneless, helpless in the afterglow of Abeloec’s power. My eyes fluttered open when the lap my head was resting in moved. I found Mistral above me, his hands still holding my wrists, still cuddling my head. “I want you hurt, not broken,” he said, as if he saw something in my face that he had to answer.
It took me three tries to answer. “Glad to hear it,” I finally said.
He laughed then, and began to move carefully from under me. He laid my head on the dead earth, gently. Apparently, I’d disarranged our makeshift blanket, because I could feel other patches of dry, scratchy vegetation here and there against my skin.
I turned my head and looked for the others.
I was having trouble controlling my breathing, because Abeloec was still vibrating and moving inside me. I was close. “I like pain to a point, but not a broken jaw. We’ll need to lay some ground rules before…you…get…your turn,” and the last word was a scream as I threw my head back and my body spasmed. Mistral caught my head or I would have smashed it against the hard ground.
Abeloec’s pleasure spread through me, over me, in me, in waves. Waves of pleasure, waves of power, over and over, as if here, too, he was able to control what was happening. As if he could control my release the way he’d controlled everything else. The orgasm would roll over me from my groin to every inch of my body, then it would start again, spreading from between my legs over my skin in a rush that sent my hands seeking something to hold on to, my body thrashing. My entire upper body left the ground and smashed back, over and over, while Abeloec held my hips and legs trapped against his body.
Someone was behind me, catching me, trying to hold me down, but the pleasure was too much. I could do nothing but struggle and scream, one long ragged scream after another. My fingers found flesh to tear, and strong hands held my wrist tight. My other hand found my own body, and tore at it. Another hand found that wrist, pinned it to the floor.
I heard voices over my screams: “Go, Abeloec, just finish it!”
“Now, Abeloec!” urged Mistral.
And he did, and suddenly the world was made of white light, and it was as if I could feel his release between my legs, feel it hot and thick, and him buried as deep inside me as he could go. I floated in that white light, and found starbursts of red and green and blue. Then there was nothing, nothing but white, white light.
CHAPTER 5
I DIDN’T PASS OUT, NOT COMPLETELY, NOT REALLY, BUT IT WAS as if I were boneless, helpless in the afterglow of Abeloec’s power. My eyes fluttered open when the lap my head was resting in moved. I found Mistral above me, his hands still holding my wrists, still cuddling my head. “I want you hurt, not broken,” he said, as if he saw something in my face that he had to answer.
It took me three tries to answer. “Glad to hear it,” I finally said.
He laughed then, and began to move carefully from under me. He laid my head on the dead earth, gently. Apparently, I’d disarranged our makeshift blanket, because I could feel other patches of dry, scratchy vegetation here and there against my skin.
I turned my head and looked for the others.