RAW

Her body trembled with anticipation as his fingers danced across her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins, building to a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume them both.

She could feel the tension between them, a thick haze of pleasure and longing that hung in the air like an intoxicating perfume. Every breath she took was filled with the scent of him, a heady mixture of musk and sweat that only served to fuel her desires.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. She could feel herself losing control, her body begging for release from the exquisite torment that his touch had wrought.

He smiled wickedly, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger that sent another shiver down her spine. “Beg for it,” he growled, his fingers continuing their maddening dance across her skin.

She moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as he teased her, drawing closer and closer to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. “Please, I need you,” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants.

His fingers stilled, and for a moment, she thought she might die from the crushing weight of her own desire. But then, with a wicked grin, he plunged his fingers inside her, and she cried out, her body trembling with the force of her release.

He watched her, his eyes dark with satisfaction as she rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.

When at last the tremors subsided, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’re mine now,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear.

In one swift movement, he pulled his pants down, freeing his rock-hard cock. She gasped at the sight of him, desperate to feel him inside her.

He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.

He began to move, hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in a raw, animalistic rhythm. She met him thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate as they reached for their release.

He reached down, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. She threw her head back, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He followed soon after, his hot seed filling her as he collapsed on top of her, spent and satisfied.

They stayed there, panting and sweating, their bodies still tangled together. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the smell of their sex. It was primal, it was raw, it was fucking perfect.

And she knew that it was true. She was his, body and soul, bound to him by a connection that was as primal as it was unbreakable. And she would gladly give herself over to him, again and again, for as long as he would have her.

© Seductive Poetry