Kept By Her Obsessed Minotaurs

17. Lazir

17

LAZIR

T he inn's floor is hard, but the discomfort is a distant echo, drowned out by the thrum of desire coursing through my veins. Mara's hand is a warm, insistent presence against my throbbing length.

"On your knees," I command suddenly. She obeys, her hazel eyes never leaving mine as she positions herself before me. I stand, towering over her, and with deft fingers, I free myself from the confines of my trousers.

My cock springs out, large and demanding, and I see her eyes widen, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. Good. I want her to understand what she's dealing with—the raw, unbridled power she's about to take into her body.

"Start sucking," I instruct, my hand fisting her hair, guiding her mouth to my erection. She parts her lips obediently, her tongue darting out to taste me. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I'm not gentle as I thrust into her mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she looks up at me, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and excitement, and something else—a silent plea for me to take control, to use her for my pleasure.

And I do. I grip her hair tighter, setting a brutal rhythm as I fuck her mouth. Her hands clutch at my thighs. The gurgling, choking sounds she makes only serve to fuel my desire.

I can feel the tension building within me, a coiling spring about to release. "Swallow it," I growl, and she nods as best she can with my cock ramming down her throat.

With a final, savage thrust, I come, hot and hard, filling her mouth with my seed. She swallows reflexively, her throat working around my girth, and the sight of her like this nearly undoes me again.

I pull out slowly and watch her wipe the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. There's a feverish glow to her skin.

In one swift motion, I lift her off the ground, her body light as a feather in my grasp. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and I pin her against the wall. My lips crash against hers in a savage kiss, a primal assertion of dominance.

I soon trail kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing her soft skin, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips. My hand roams freely over her curves, cupping her breasts, feeling their fullness. My mouth immediately finds one hardened peak.

I suck hard, my tongue swirling around her nipple, my teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as I lavish the same attention on her other breast. She arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

My hand slips between us, my fingers seeking the heat of her core. I find her already wet, her arousal slick against her thighs. A smirk tugs at my lips as I slide one finger inside her, then another, stretching her tight little cunt. Her walls clench around me.

"You're so fucking tight," I growl against her breast, adding a third finger, relishing in the sound of her breath hitching, her body squirming against the intrusion. I pump my fingers in and out of her, each thrust harder, deeper, my thumb circling her clit, drawing out her pleasure.

"Lazir," she gasps, her voice a desperate plea for release. But I'm not ready to give it to her just yet. I want to savor this—the way she writhes beneath me, the way her juices coat my fingers with every stroke, the way her breath hitches when I curl my fingers just right.

I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. I quicken my pace, my fingers fucking her relentlessly, mercilessly, until she's practically sobbing with need. And then, with a flick of my wrist, I send her over the edge, her body convulsing around my fingers as she cries out her release.

Her juices flood my hand, hot and slick, and I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips. I lick her essence off each digit, savoring her taste, a savage grin spreading across my face as I watch her watch me.

"Delicious," I murmur, my gaze locked onto hers. "And all mine."

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. But there's a fire there too, a hunger that I know matches my own. Because this—this is just the beginning. I'm going to take her again and again, claim every inch of her body, until she's branded by my touch.

And as I lower her to the ground, her legs shaky, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, I lean in close, my voice a low growl in her ear. "This is just a taste of what I can do to you, Mara. And trust me," I add, my hand cupping her flushed cheek, "I'm just getting started."

The taste of her lingers on my tongue as I spin her around, pressing her against the wall. My hands grip her hips, pulling her ass toward me. I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside her.

"Brace yourself," I rumble in her ear, my voice thick with lust.

She obeys, her hands splaying against the wall as I position myself behind her. With one swift, brutal thrust, I'm inside her, filling her completely. Her gasp of surprise is music to my ears, her tightness enveloping me like a glove.

I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing a cry from her lips. The sound of our bodies slamming together echoes around the room.

"Harder," she begs, her voice a desperate whimper. I oblige, my fingers digging into her hips as I pound into her with all my strength.

But then, I pull out suddenly, pushing her onto her back on the wooden table. Her eyes are wild, her chest heaving as she gasps for breath. I don't give her a chance to recover, plunging into her once more, my body covering hers.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers clawing at my back, pulling me impossibly deeper. Our bodies move together in a frantic dance, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she moans, her eyes locked onto mine. The words send a jolt of possessive triumph coursing through my veins.

I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me, and suddenly the table legs give out. But we don't stop. She straddles me, her hair falling around her flushed face as she begins to ride me. Her movements are uncoordinated, driven by sheer instinct, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

I grip her hips, guiding her. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I can't resist reaching up to cup them, to pinch her nipples between my fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.

"Faster," I command, and she obeys, her body moving with an urgency that matches my own. I can feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as my release draws near.

With a final, desperate thrust, I explode inside her, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm. She cries out, her body shuddering as she finds her own release, her inner walls clenching around me, milking me dry.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat, the room around us in shambles.