She whimpered, caught between moans and pleas, unable to respond as Kennard buried his face in her neck. “Just a little more, Elena,” he urged, his voice strained. “Relax.”
Fear tightened her grip on his shoulders, the muscles beneath her palms clenching with each agonizing thrust. Her entire body flushed crimson, blue veins pulsing on her neck and arms. Every muscle seemed to scream, threatening to tear. Kennard gritted his teeth, his own body tense. He alternated between crushing her close and pulling back, as if torn between control and her pain.
Numbness bloomed where he was lodged deep inside her. Her stomach strained with a strange bulge. The overwhelming scent of his pheromones flooded her senses, a primal wave that threatened to drown her.
“Elena!” Kennard stopped abruptly, lifting his head for a kiss that blurred her vision with tears.
“Is it over?” Her voice trembled, laced with sobs she hadn’t noticed.
“No, my love,” Kennard murmured, wiping her tears with a gentle hand. “It’s just the beginning.”
He kissed away her tears, his lips lingering on her eyelids. “Relax,” he whispered. “Focus on the sensations.”
He resumed his movements, but the pain remained a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure blossoming within her. As a whimper escaped her lips, Kennard offered his fingers.
“Bite down if it’s too much,” he said softly.
He thrust gently as his fingers explored the interior of her mouth, tracing the roof and teasing her tongue. Elena responded instinctively, sucking on them as he deepened the exploration.
With a swift, powerful movement, Kennard lifted her and plunged deep inside her. Elena cried out, a moan laced with a sharp bite on his fingers.
Kennard grunted, a frown creasing his face, but he held his ground. A tremor ran through her as her insides tightened around him.
“Easy there, Elena,” he warned, a hint of strain in his voice. “It’s harder for both of us if you…”
A guttural growl, like a beast rising from the depths, erupted from Kennard’s throat. “Elena. Elena,” he rasped, abruptly sitting up and sliding his arms underneath her legs.
Her body bent almost in half as he leaned forward, a strangled cry escaping her lips. “Your Grace!”
But Kennard seemed oblivious. Desire burned in his eyes, an inferno that stole his reason. “Your Grace!” Elena cried out again, her voice laced with urgency.
Ignoring her pleas, Kennard maneuvered her, lifting her legs over his shoulders. His hands found her bre*sts, his grip firm as he squeezed and released, a deliberate exploration that ignited her n*pples with a teasing pinch and roll.
“Ah! Your Grace!” Elena gasped, a breathy protest lost beneath his devouring kiss. His tongue plunged deep, a forceful exploration that threatened to steal her breath.
A wet, rhythmic sound filled the air, the rapid pace of Kennard’s thrusts echoing in the room. Her moans were muffled against his lips, their mingled saliva escaping in a glistening stream.
The pressure was suffocating, a relentless ache threatening to split her in two. Yet, amidst the pain, an unfamiliar heat bloomed within her, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying. A new kind of fear twisted in her gut, a war raging between wanting him to stop and a primal urge to cling to him.
Everywhere his touch met her skin, it felt like a brand, scorching hot. Her hands and feet tingled with a delicious sensitivity.
“You’re so hot,” he rasped, his voice raw. “Inside you… so soft, so hot… it melts me.” Kennard surrendered to the pleasure, lost in a whirlwind of his own making, his hands relentlessly exploring her as he drove into her depths.
