She licked her lips, then smirked.
"I'm not letting go until I drain you dry."
From the fire in her eyes, I knew she meant every word. The promise in her gaze sent a shiver down my spine, a perfect blend of anticipation and dread. I was already spent, my muscles trembling from our relentless coupling, but Lana's hunger remained insatiable.
She rolled her hips slowly, rising and falling in a rhythm that felt like torture. Not because it hurt, but because it teased. She moved with the skill of a seductress, her folds tightening around my shaft with each grind, milking me even though I had nothing left to give.
"Lana," I groaned, my voice hoarse. "I can't..."
She silenced me with a deep kiss. Her lips crashed into mine with bruising need, her tongue slipping past my defenses. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her hardened nipples grazing against my skin, sending sparks across my nerves.
"Shh," she whispered between kisses. "You can. And you will."
She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, her strength surprising. She leaned forward until her forehead rested against mine, her hips still moving in a slow, relentless rhythm.
"You think you're in control," she said, panting. "But I own this moment. I own you."
Her words ignited a fresh fire in my gut. My fingers flexed beneath her grip, craving to hold her, touch her, feel more of her heat. But she kept me pinned, riding me with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
I could feel her slickness dripping down my length, coating me, making every thrust obscene and wet. Her core gripped me, pulsing with each stroke, coaxing my body to respond again despite the fatigue. My shaft throbbed inside her, twitching involuntarily.
She noticed. She smirked.
"See? You're already getting hard again. That's what I do to you."
She sat upright, placing her hands on my chest. Her breasts bounced with each movement, the moonlight catching the sweat that glistened on her flushed skin. She arched her back, moaning as she impaled herself fully.
"Touch me," she commanded.
This time, she let go of my wrists. I surged upward, hands flying to her hips, then up her sides, to her breasts. I squeezed them, kneading the soft flesh, teasing her nipples between my fingers until she cried out.
"That's it," she gasped. "Use me. Just like that."
She began to bounce faster, slapping down onto me with force, chasing another high. Her breath was erratic now, her moans no longer controlled. Her walls fluttered around me, her body beginning to lose rhythm.
I sat up, wrapping an arm around her lower back, holding her close as I thrust up into her. Each motion was met with her own descent, our hips crashing together again and again. She cried out, her voice sharp and desperate.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Please, Dante, don't stop."
Her head fell back, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her gasp and clench tighter.
"I'm going to come," she warned, her voice breaking. "I'm going to..."
She seized around me, her entire body convulsing in a wave of pleasure. Her moans turned into a guttural scream as she climaxed, her core milking me with merciless strength. I groaned, thrusting harder, faster, losing myself to her heat.
With a final push, I came again, filling her a second time, my seed spilling inside her. I trembled as she collapsed onto me, panting, twitching.
But even then, she didn't stop.
"More," she whispered. "Again."
She rolled us over, and now I was on top. Her legs locked around my waist, her heels digging into my back, keeping me deep inside her.
Her hands stroked my face. "You still have more. Give it to me."
I didn't know how I was still hard, but she made me feel as if I had no choice. Her body moved beneath mine, hips tilting, grinding, keeping the rhythm alive.
I began to thrust again, slower now, savoring the feel of her warmth, the slick sounds of our joining echoing through the tent. Her nails scratched down my back, her thighs trembling as the overstimulation pushed her to the edge again.
We kissed, messy and desperate. Our bodies moved as one. My thrusts grew deeper, more purposeful.
She cried out with each stroke. Her body was so sensitive now that even the smallest movement made her shudder.
"You're going to make me lose my mind," she moaned. "Don't you dare stop."
Her words only fueled me. I drove into her faster, harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together drowning everything else out. Her breasts bounced beneath me, her breath coming in gasps.
She came again. And again. Each time her walls clamped down, milking me, demanding more.
By the time I finally released a third time, I was shaking.
We collapsed in a tangled heap, drenched in sweat and slick. Our breaths came in harsh pants, our bodies still twitching from the aftershocks.
She laid her head on my chest, listening to my racing heart.
"You're mine now," she whispered.
I couldn't even argue. My body was too wrecked. My mind too dazed.
And as her fingers traced idle circles across my stomach, I knew she wasn't done.
Not yet.
Not until morning.
It had been my first time. I never thought it would be like this- so raw, so overwhelming, so utterly consuming. There was no slow tenderness, no cautious exploration. Lana had taken what she wanted with a hunger that left me breathless. Every thrust, every grind, had been too rough, too fast, too deep, but the pain only heightened the ecstasy. My nerves were alight, my body pushed past every limit I thought I had. And yet, despite the ache in my muscles and the burn in my lungs, I couldn't bring myself to stop. Not when it felt this addictive.
And Lana... she was a vision of ruinous beauty. Her body was sculpted perfection, smooth curves, supple skin, taut muscles coiled with power. Her breasts, full and soft, had pressed against me with every frantic motion, her nipples brushing against my chest like sparks of fire. The way her back arched, her lips parted in desperate moans, her flushed cheeks and wild hair, it was all burned into my memory. Her voice, breathy and broken, had whispered and screamed in equal measure, begging for more, owning every second. She had me undone, completely and utterly hers. And somehow, I knew I would never be the same again.