Mythe - Mythe And Magick Part 17

The satin-slicked, swollen tissues tensed around him and she shuddered, sobbing as her hands fisted in the linens beneath her, her eyes gla.s.sy and blind. "Arys..."

"Sweet, hot little mine," he crooned, bringing one hand around and stroking the flat of his palm down her torso, resting the heel of his hand on her pubis and circling his thumb over the swollen bud of her c.l.i.t.

Each time she started to tense and tighten as she neared o.r.g.a.s.m, his hand retreated-stroking her a.s.s, tweaking her nipple-until she was crying and pleading.

Slicked with sweat, her lips swollen and bruised, she sobbed, "Arys, please, I need you."

Lost, needing her so desperately, he released his control, hunkering over her and shafting her with strong, deep strokes. His c.o.c.k burrowed deep, retreating and then filling her again as he f.u.c.ked her roughly, his long, lean body shuddering as he rose up and gripped her hips. Driving deep, staring down at where they joined, he watched as he pushed his c.o.c.k inside the snug embrace of her s.e.x. Watched the feathery curls of her mound tangle with the fine pelt that covered his lower body, and the way her cream had the smooth skin of his c.o.c.k gleaming and ruddy as he slammed back into her.

"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l," he swore as his b.a.l.l.s drew tight and he exploded into her just as she thrust her hips up and ground her pelvis against him. She locked her hands around his wrists and worked herself against him, her teeth setting into the plump curve of her lip as she sobbed out his name.

The milking sensations from her p.u.s.s.y emptied him and he slumped forward, catching his weight on his hands and rolling to his side, taking her with him and cuddling her against him, murmuring against her brow, "Love you, mine...pretty, pretty mine..."

She wriggled against him and wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing the damp skin she found there and sighing with bliss. And against his neck, she purred, "Love you, my satyr."

About the author:

Shiloh was born in Kentucky and has been reading avidly since she was six. At twelve, she discovered how much fun it was to write when she took a book that didn't end the way she had wanted it to and rewrote the ending. She's been writing ever since.

Shiloh now lives in southern Indiana with her husband and two children. Between her job, her two adorable and demanding children, and equally adorable and demanding husband, she crams writing in between studying and reading and sleeps when time allows.

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