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Subject: Chapter 202 - Part 6 (18 and above) (end of chapter 202)

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Date Posted: Monday, August 01, 07:29:43am
In reply to: KatherineGilbert 's message, "Dreams in the Dark - Chapter 193 and onwards" on Thursday, July 07, 07:06:24am

He was biting at a sensitive spot on her shoulder, as his fingertips rubbed a never-ending torment of pleasure over her bud; she wasn't sure she could stand it, the ache of her joy crashing head-on into a sudden need for more. "Mi-chael," she begged. But he only pulled out of her, leaving her shuddering--shaken. Jesus. All she could think was that she had told him not to turn away from her tonight.

She was getting her punishment--or, more accurately, her reward--for such a demand, as he rolled her over, legs parting her, cock diving deep inside her walls once more a second later. His mouth found hers as well, wouldn't let her complain--every part of him taking her over completely. But she had no mind left to argue anymore.

This was his plan, of course, his fury for her undiminished. She just came so sweetly, gave him everything he wanted--his love for her making him wild; his hand caressed her neck, as he commanded her in the kiss. It was too much. He had already decided that he needed one more release from her, if he were going to sleep soundly tonight.

He moved on this plan without giving her a second for permission--his huge length soon back in her in full. He had to let her out of the kiss to hear her scream, but the way she was arching toward him, the way her tight, perfect walls clung to him, let him know that she had no objections at all; his hands moved down, digging into her curves, as he started to move--so hungry for her. But he knew he wouldn't last for very much longer without exploding into bliss.

He was determined to take her with him, then, showed it from the first--left her gasping, crying out, any previous objection forgotten. She had her legs wrapped around his, her nails digging into his back, as that beautiful cock rode her so deeply, no mercy given, making something in her nearly dissolve--her fingers digging into his hair. Oh, Lord. If this was what living with him would feel like . . .

She couldn't even complete the thought, was lost, so in love--but his voice made it all better still, his thrusts within her core pummeling. "I love that you want this, 'Kita. I love how much you need me." She groaned even louder, as he moved further in, certain he would kill her with joy. "I can't live if you don't come for me once more."

His life didn't seem to be in danger, Nikita already quickly overwhelmed. Her back was arching, eyes closed, as he rode through her dangerously, letting her know with every thrust that she would always be his. His shaft was just so exquisite, felt so hard and hot, as it dove deep within the most tender part of her form again and again, making the spiraling heat spin tighter, deeper within her form. The fact that his heavy shaft rasped so tightly along her nether bud each time only made the shaking pull deeper--her core being assaulted by him and adoring it; she whimpered, as she arched further, so ready to beg. "Please," she groaned, one hand lost in his hair, the other digging into his back. If she didn't feel him take her over soon . . .

This wasn't a problem, however, Michael increasingly insane with every second of her. He had managed to hold off his ecstasy this long, had nearly gone insane with the pleasure of being buried deep inside her--but her constant groans and whimpers for more only made it worse. Each time she came for him, he lost a little more of his sanity--irretrievably; it wasn't a good sign. At this rate, after only a few days of marriage, he would be utterly certifiable--but he wasn't complaining at all.

They had already worked out every possible problem between them--every fear dismissed. Whatever the previous sorrows of the day, they had been forgotten, probably permanently. The only thing that mattered anymore was that they were together as one.

Neither could focus here, however, or wanted to--every second growing all the more intimate. There was nothing like a mind left in him, his hands sunk firmly into her curves, as his huge shaft rode her depths without mercy--forcing her to take every inch of that gigantic cock inside her again and again. But she clearly didn't mind. And that fact alone was likely to make him start screaming.

His groans were growing louder, as the rising bliss took hold. His whole body was burning with it now--the sweet, tight caress of her depths only making him rougher with her. That his every, ever-increasing strike to her core made her moan more loudly was about to tear him apart--the heat surging through him, threatening to rush out completely, before he could think; he had to groan, dragging his tattered control back together. He needed to bring her with him, or he would never see sanity again.

He was too lost to see it now, but he already had her--body and soul poised on the sweetest edge. His cock was pressed in her so deeply, his short rhythm hard, fast, nearly brutal--creating the most incredible friction far within her preciously-tender core; her moans moved deeper, as he burned inside her wet walls more roughly--making the sounds rise into cries. Her legs moved wider, begging to have him all. In just another second, she would . . .

Their rising screams were echoing into one, as the head of his cock ground its impression deep inside her tender, begging form, the tears beginning again. Every stroke grew perfectly rougher, made her nails claw more deeply--the heated light which tightened within her core about to implode completely. They both knew it, the friction of every slight movement almost excruciatingly good; his teeth ground, head back, shuddering, as his hips pulled away once more. Then, "'Ki-taaa," he groaned, as his thick shaft slammed into her tender core--leaving both of them to cry out as one.

They did, shivering, lost, as that hot, taunting light exploded through them both. It took over every corner of their souls, left nothing but ecstasy and a total sense of each other; her nails carved into him, as her trembling walls held him tight. But it was so much better than it had ever been before.

He was within her this time, the release of all his passion for her so hot, as it beat deep inside her walls. Her sweet, soft, "ahhh," enchanted him, made him shudder, every bit as much as the sensation of his heated essence moving far within her depths did her; they were holding each other fiercely, crying--utterly overwhelmed. They couldn't have begun to put it into words--but there was no reason to. Words didn't matter at all.

They could do nothing, just lay there, trembling in each other's arms, for many long minutes--both of them trying to breathe. The light was staggering, threatened to abolish all sense, but neither would ever mind. In that sweet time, all they knew was that they were one, were whole--and nothing could ever break them apart again.

When either of them could finally move--quite some time later, once the constant shuddering had stopped--he lifted his head to gaze at her, the adoration so clear in his eyes; his hand caressed her cheek, all his infinite tenderness hers to control. "Thank you, 'Kita." He smiled so lovingly, not wanting her to misunderstand. "Thank you for teaching me what I'm capable of."

Oh--"Mi-chael," she moaned, fingers on his cheek, so very much in love. She didn't have the words to respond, but there was no reason to--their lesson learned. Even if they didn't approach each other softly, even if every part of the world around them went mad, they were never together without their bond. And that was the most important message that their wedding day could have provided.

They were lying rather askew on the bed, but he didn't want to move--cherishing this time far too much. He reached around her, pulling out some of the covers, laying them over the two of them, before resting his head against her shoulder with a sigh, his arms pulling her close--everything in him content. She was precious, as was this moment. And he would never question that very obvious fact again.

They were calm, then, utterly connected, Nikita smiling at his intimate trust of her, as both of them fell so sweetly asleep. Although many questions, many doubts, awaited them, one fact was clear. Whatever the terrors of the day--of their lives--they would be alright. There would be no reason to ever fear for their bond again.

[End of Part 202]

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Finally caught up.(r)MichelleBFriday, August 12, 06:55:44pm
Me too Michelle, thanks KG (NT)LoveroySaturday, August 13, 12:05:30am

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