Mine – Part ll

He possessed everything. Her soul, her heart, everything of her existence. Her heart beat solely for him. She'd realized how deeply she'd fallen for him, how much he meant to her in all those restless hours she'd stayed up in her bedroom. Drenching her pillow with her never-ending tears of anguish and grief at his absence.
"I'm yours, Onyx. Your alone!"
His canines ascended, and he desired to imprint her. She could feel the want and urge to mark her on his face, but he restrained himself. He regains control, pumping his c*ock a few times before lining up at her entrance. Then he slid his entire length inside of her.
She shuddered at the sensations of fulfilment and ecstasy. This was the moment they had both been looking forward to. To become one, to feel whole.
"I'll wait," he said. He was aware that it was her first intercourse in around six months and that she needed time to acclimate to him.
He mumbled again, "I don't want to hurt you."
"I know you're not going to." Her heart melted as she saw the gleam in his eyes. The smile on his face, which emanated pure innocence in response to her words, touched her heart. He realized she wasn't only talking about s*exual things.
"I love you," He mumbled as he kissed her temple, groaning as her walls tightened around him.
She drew him in closer to her. He didn't try to resist her, allowing her to pull their bodies together. "I love you too, my beast," she said tenderly, leaning down to his ear.

He pulled her down on the soft mattress, tightening his grip around her waist, and carefully seated himself firmly inside of her. She let out an involuntary gasp, her claws sinking into his shoulders. His thickness engulfed her so thoroughly that she could feel her climax just beyond her reach. She whimpered, rolling her hips against his in an attempt to urge him to move. He followed the signal and drew himself away from her before gently forcing himself back in.

The sensation of his veiny c*ock smashing into her tightness induced a state of pleasure in which she could see stars. He was growing used to it, and she was as well.
As he pounded into her, her hand raced to the bedsheet, wrapped around the silky sheet. They ravaged each other like beasts, entirely forgetting about the previous delicacy. His tempo was picking up, and she could feel him beating her into the wall.
"Oh f*uck!" She screamed as he quickened his pace.
"Onyx!" She screamed his name and that seemed to fuel his fire. She knew she was muttering incoherent gibberish. She was certain she had uttered his name and pleaded with him to go faster all in the same breath.
The only thing in her thoughts was the desperate want to be closer to him.
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realized how amazing he felt.
His hips slapped frantically into hers, the sound of flesh smacking skin echoing off the walls and back to her ears. She was drowned in ecstasy, her toes curling from how wonderfully his c*ock nestled inside of her. Rough, unrelenting thrusts one after the other, eliciting a series of moans from her. The animalistic way he was gratifying her was a tremendous turn on that she couldn't hide.
"You're so f*ucking amazing."
When he backed his hips, he hummed, biting his bottom lip, his c*ock twitching within as he quickly drew out. When he rammed back in, she moaned, shoving her head in his direction. His balls smacked her ass, and her p*ussy constricted even more around his length as a result of the suddenness. Except for him, the searing blend of agony and pleasure blurred everything else in her head. The warmth his body provided her, the agony, and the pleasure. Every thought she had focused around him and brought him closer to her. When he touched her c*lit, her back arched in reaction. The prickly sensation in her legs had returned. Her legs were twitching, trembling from the pleasure of s*ex. She couldn't help but twitch.

With her palm clawing at his back, the tight knot in her gut was getting closer to unravelling. He moaned louder, apparently thrilled with the way she drew blood with her nails.
Sweat dripped down his chest, and he looked fantastic. His tousled hair adhered to his skin like glue to paper. His dark eyes were intense and smouldering. She opened her legs wider for him, admiring the way he grabbed her legs with both hands to pull her up. She was confident she would bruise and maybe become immobilized as a result of how tough he was going, but she knew she would not have any regrets. She didn't mind that he was marking her blue.
He lifted both of her legs and placed them on his shoulder, ramming his entire length into her, filling her to the brim. She felt the knot in her abdomen tighten after a few long, hard, and brutal thrusts.

"I'm going to c*um!" She shouted, and he slammed into her, throwing his head back and muttering a series of expletives under his breath. As he tensed, his hold tightened, and his fingers curled over her thighs. His c*ock pulsating and her body convulsing warned them of their peaks. As his hand grabbed her breast, he moved his way down to her c*lit, his lips still glued to her neck.
She could feel the knot tightening and new waves of powerful pleasure filling her to the brim as his thumb stroked circles on her swelling bud.
"Mark me, Onyx!" He tensed slightly as she yelled. "Mark me, please. Make me yours!" She screamed again, feeling his trembling breath fanning across her hot, sensitive flesh.
"Are you sure?" He groaned out; his husky voice tinged with pure ecstasy.
"F*uck! I told you not to ask that f*ucking question!" He slammed into her hard, and she yelled. Onyx's chest vibrated with a hoarse chuckle as his heated lips kissed her searing flesh.
"All I want is to make you mine, to mark you as mine, and to show the world who you belong to." He delivered a powerful thrust with each syllable that shook her entire body, and her full breasts bounced deliciously in front of his gaze. "But I want to make sure that you are certain. I don't want you to regret your decision."
"I want you to mark me as yours Onyx. I'm f*ucking certain I won't have any regrets! Now please!" As the knot tightened to the point that she couldn't stand it any longer, she screamed.
"I'm going to c*um." She warned, and he clenched down on his teeth with a look of euphoria washed over his face. She closed her eyes tightly as he nodded. His razor-sharp canines grazed the delicate flesh on her neck.
"Oh my God!" She screamed, and his razor-sharp teeth pierced her flesh. The sting from his bite transformed to utter bliss, and the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced rushed over her body. She finally felt a sense of relief. Her p*ussy gripped down on him greedily when he spilt himself inside. As he gave her a couple more slow thrusts, long ropes of his warm c*um covered her walls. He didn't get up, even after his c*um was starting to stream from inside of her. As he drew blood from her neck, his canines remained attached to her skin.

Ophelia's mind was overwhelmed with warmth, so much warmth that she couldn't bear it. She could feel the bond ripping through her soul and tying his soul to hers.

She was submerged in the sheer bliss of fulfilment and love. When he withdrew his canines and licked the gushing blood from his lips, Ophelia gasped. The tip of his hot tongue licked the wound he had made, and she shuddered as strong sparks surged through her. He raised his head and rested his forehead on her, their breathing mingling carelessly.
She grabbed his hand in hers and led it to her chest, kissing the corner of his mouth. He was struggling to catch his breath as he gazed at her silently. His warm hand rests flat across her chest.
"Yours," she muttered to him softly. He took her hand and led it back to his chest, pressing her palm against his chest, he stared down at her with nothing but love and warmth in his eyes, before leaning in for one last kiss and whispering,
"Mine."