Pursued(180)

Merrick shook his head. “Not all. Not yet. Maybe…half.”

“All right,” Elise agreed, willing to take what she could get. Slowly, she lowered herself down, letting his hot shaft slide deeper into her pussy. God, he was thick! She was glad she’d eaten the bonding fruit now. Forget about his mating fist, just letting his shaft fill her was stretching her to the limit! But she didn’t feel any pain, and the trauma she’d experienced when he first entered her was gone too. Now she only felt pleasure—the pleasure of being penetrated by the man she loved, of giving herself to Merrick, of letting him fill her. But she still needed more. “Merrick…” she whispered pleadingly.

Slowly, he nodded. “If you want to, baby. And if you’re really not scared.”

“I’m not,” Elise assured him. “I just want you in me—all of you.”

“All right then, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “Come down.”

With a little moan of pure pleasure, Elise let herself settle down on him completely. There was an even deeper stretching sensation as his thick shaft invaded her pussy and then she felt the broad head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb and knew he was completely inside her…well, almost.

Looking down, she stroked the hard ridge around the base of his cock lightly with her fingertips. She could feel it throbbing against her, pressing against her sensitive clit and inner pussy. Could she really take that huge thing inside her? More importantly, did she even want to try?

Yes, Elise decided, still stroking the ridge. Yes, I do—so much. And I want to feel his fangs in me too. I want all of him—all of Merrick. And I want him to have all of me. Even if we aren’t able to form the bond again, I still want to experience bonding sex.

Merrick seemed to sense her thoughts because he was already shaking his head. “No, baby,” he said in a low, strangled voice. “No. There’s no coming back from that. I don’t want you to feel trapped, to not be able to get away from me.”

“Why would I want to get away?” Elise pressed against him, moaning softly as his cock sank even deeper into her pussy. It had seemed impossible before, but now she felt like she really was stretching to let him in. But she needed a little help. “Merrick,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Please.”

He sighed softly. “All right. But if we’re really going to do this, I need my hands free. Need to hold you by the hips in order to get all the way in you.”

“Yes.” Elise nodded. “Yes, go ahead. It’s okay.”

Slowly, he drew his hands out from behind his back and flexed his fingers. “Been hanging onto the damn headboard for dear life,” he explained when he saw her watching him. “Like I said, it’s fucking hard not to touch you when you’re teasing me like that.”

“Like this, you mean?” Elise raised herself, letting a few thick inches slide free of her pussy and then sat down hard, letting him thrust back in. They both groaned at the pleasurable sensation and Merrick nodded.

“Yeah. Like that.”

Slowly, gently, he put his hands on her hips and stroked up and down her sides and back. “Okay, baby? You’re sure you want to go through with this? If I slip my mating fist inside you, we’ll be locked together for a long time—possibly hours. Are you good with that?”

Elise bit her lip. Was she really prepared to make this commitment? To trust Merrick this much with her body? She didn’t even really need to ask—the answer was yes.

“It’s all right,” she told him, reaching out to cup his cheek. “I know…know you’d never hurt me. So yes, Merrick, I want this. Want you all the way inside me. Please.”

“If you say so, baby. But come here.” He adjusted their position, sitting up a little against the headboard and drawing her closer to him. “Hold on to me,” he commanded softly. “And look in my eyes. I want to watch you while I do this. While I take you completely.”

Elise looked into his eyes—that lovely, mismatched set of blue and gold that had meant safety and love to her right from the start. She felt the stretching sensation again and moaned softly as her body opened for his. But there was no fear as she spread for him, no pain as she gave her self completely, spreading her thighs for his welcome invasion. This was an act of love, pure and simple. And by taking her so slowly and gently, Merrick was wiping away all the earlier, bad memories she had of this act. Wiping them away and replacing them with beautiful memories, feelings of love and trust instead of hurt and terror and betrayal. There was no room for bad emotions here—there was only the bliss of being one with her man and it was the best feeling Elise had ever known.