And then he was rising above her, his face dark against the rising sun and oh, oh, merde. At that moment, it really did feel like she was making love to the sun god. Her sun god. Hers and hers alone.
His cock thrust into her, breaking past her barriers and she sobbed in pain and pleasure, welcoming every sensation that came with his absolute ownership of her body.
He owned her.
In that moment, she was his and she could not remember being happier.
“You are…all right?” he asked hoarsely, his voice thickened by his Greek accent.
“Oui.” She could no longer think in English.
It was all he needed to hear before he was driving in and out of her, his cock withdrawing halfway before sinking back down at a steady pace. He kept himself under rigid control, needing her to get used to his possession before he let himself go completely.
Her nails dug into his buttocks. “Jason, please. Don’t hold back.” Her dazed eyes begged for the same thing.
Ah, shit.
She would get what she wanted. With her looking at him like that, begging him to fuck her in the way he had dreamt of, there was no way he could hold back now.
He reared above her, positioning himself.
“Jason---aaaah!”
He sank into her without warning, so deeply she could have sworn the head of his cock had reached the walls of her womb. Oh, oh, oh. Merde. He was pounding into her ruthlessly, with such force that her body was bent like a crescent moon in an effort to take in his forceful thrusts.
He threw her legs up in the air, and the new angle allowed him to pound into her more deeply.
She screamed and she moaned, she made all kinds of sounds, half of which she couldn’t remember because Jason had taken command of every part of her. His cock was her world. His touch was her life.
“Jaaaaaaason….”
The way she called out his name made Jason shudder, and he knew he was near. His hand inserted itself between their bodies and as he lifted himself up, his fingers found her throbbing clit.
When he thrust back into her, he pulled on her clit hard.
“Jason!” The double impact of his fingers and cock, simultaneously hitting her body with lightning bolts of pleasure, triggered her release, and she sobbed his name over and over as she came. Over her, Keanne heard Jason growling his own pleasure out as his hips did not stop working furiously over her body, his every thrust coinciding with the release of her own wetness, mixing with his seed.
When he finally settled over her body, she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. “I love you,” she whispered.
His cock stirred, and he pushed his cock further into her body, making Keanne gasp.
Her eyes flew to him in incredulity, unable to believe that he was ready to do it again. Surely that wasn’t possible?
A smile curved on his lips at the look on Keanne’s face. “I want you again, but I’ll let you rest.”
“That’s not possible,” she told him.
“It is and you know – you feel it is true.” He withdrew and thrust back into her just so she would experience how hard he was again.
She was dazed. “That’s really not possible.”
He only grinned and did it again, but this time grinding his cock as deeply as he could into her, enough to elicit a whimper out of her.
“Jason!” She didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or do it again.
“We didn’t use protection.”
The meaning behind his words came to her a second too late, but when she looked at him in horror, he only withdrew and thrust back into her again.
“J-Jason!”
“I feel like it’s destined if we make a baby tonight, Keanne.” His voice was hoarse with emotion.
The way he looked at her made Keanne want to weep, and when he started moving again inside her, she knew she was choosing to think like him and let nature take its course. She wrapped her arms around him and thrust back against him, making him groan and pound into her harder.
When it was over, she found herself crying in his arms and he let her, rolling them over so she would be on top of him, his semi-erect cock still inside her. He stroked her hair as she sobbed.
She didn’t tell him why she was crying, but he had a feeling he knew. When her tears subsided, he said softly, “I can’t tell you I love you yet. I don’t know why, but something is holding me back. Something I need to know that I’m not getting…”
“Lilac?” she whispered, terrified that he would say yes.
“No.” He kissed her hair. “There’s no Lilac anymore. But even if I can’t say the words yet, I know you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He touched her womb, the heat and possessiveness of his touch making her gasp.