"No need for that, honey," he murmured as he pushed his tongue against her cunt.
She gasped as she felt the moistness gathering in answer to his touch. He made a slurping sound, telling her more clearly than words that he had discovered her weakness -- discovered how much she wanted him inside of her. She felt pussy getting moist again. Suddenly he let go of her hands and she felt him slowly push a finger inside of her. Immediately she tightened around him, following his every lead and trying to take him as far inside as she could.
"More, darling?"
"Yes," she groaned. Her entire body felt like it was convulsed in flames and heated so much she could barely think past her getting the pleasure that she wanted. Her wish was granted just the same as Morgan pushed another finger inside of her wet cunt and started fucking her slowly -- in and out, as she tried to tighten her muscles around his fingers. Moaning her pleasure, she spread her legs further just before she felt his tongue on her clit again. The combined pleasure of having both her cunt filled and her clit massaged was almost killing her and she screamed out her joy as her body started to shake with lust.
"Morgan," she screamed. "Oh my god, Morgan." He answered by kissing her clit and she placed her hands on his cheeks holding her to him as she lifted her hips to his face -- trying hard to push herself over the edge he had led her to.
She felt herself getting closer and closer to the bliss that would soon ripple through her. She gazed at him, trying to plaster him on her brain, knowing she would never forget him for as long as she lived. She felt her entire body heating up as she prepared to fuck herself on his fingers a few more times before she plummeted into the orgasm that she sought.
Suddenly, Morgan lifted his mouth away from her clit. His fingers had stilled their movements and were embedded deep inside of her body.
"Morgan," she pleaded. "Don't stop."
"Tell me about your brother," he asked her suddenly. He was breathing hard. She moaned as she arched her body, trying to create the motion she needed to orgasm.
"What brother? I don't have a brother," she finally gasped as he bent down and continued lapping at her hungry flesh.
"Where is he?" Morgan asked as he stopped tonguing her.
"I don't know," she ground out. Her body screaming for release and her mind starting to fog over. Why did he waste time by asking her all these questions?
"Oh, I think you do," he murmured as he removed his fingers from her pussy. She screamed in frustration. He answered by pinching her right nipple. She screamed again as pleasure poured through her and gathered in her cunt. It couldn't be, she thought. She couldn't find any pleasure in pain, but as he pinched her again she felt her body ready to explode with release.
"Where is he?" Morgan prodded again at the same as he moved up her body and aimed his cock at her pussy.
She reached out her arms to him and as he plunged inside of her in one deep plunge she screamed out. "Ziota".
Immediately she went over the edge and screamed out her joy as her body convulsed into a hard release. She held on tightly to Morgan as he plunged and withdrew a few more times before emptying his seed inside of her welcoming body with a satisfied moan. He sank down on top of her, barely holding his weight on his elbows while breathing hard.
Finally he lifted his head and looked her straight in the eyes.
"You are mine, Eva Kelley," he groaned out as soon as he caught his breath again. "All mine."
Her fogged mind barely registered what he was saying. Only registered his domineering tone and the look of ownership in his eyes. He looked so sure of himself. As if he thought he had tamed her into doing his bidding just by giving her pleasure.
Suddenly it dawned on her what he had said. How could he know her real name? It had to be a mistake. She couldn't have heard him correctly.
"My name is Kendrick," she said. "Eva Kendrick."
He chuckled. "Liar," he smiled at her. "I know exactly who you are. There's no use denying it anymore."
"What are you talking about? Are you sure that orgasm didn't evaporate your brain, Morgan? Maybe you should stop coming so hard," she said teasingly as she tried to push him away from her body. He seemed so strange suddenly. The look of ownership in his eyes made her feel insecure. He was up to something and she didn't understand what it was. Only that she would probably not like it.
He stayed still, his cock still embedded in her warmth. Slowly he lifted himself onto his elbows but that only resulted in pushing his cock further inside of her body. She felt him harden again. "So soon?" she wondered as she lifted her eyebrows in surprise and looked at him. His eyes glazed over and he slowly moved inside of her, as if testing the territory and locating the pleasure they had just shared.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and stared at her. She was spellbound by the intensity in his gaze. What now, she managed to think before he reached for her hands and quickly lifted them over her head, holding the tightly and preventing her from moving.
She stared at him in shock. The tender lover had suddenly turned into a domineering man. His expression was portraying a strange intensity, as if he wanted to own her -- body and soul. She felt open and vulnerable and more female than she had ever done before. She didn't like the feeling at all. Collecting her strength, she let herself relax in his arms. It was no use in letting him think he could scare her into submission. She would try to beat him at his own game and not let him believe that he had some sort of hold on her.
Arching her back she presented her breasts to him. Her nipples had tightened and were practically begging him to kiss them. Spreading her legs a little, she wrapped them around his backside and dragged him closer to her in a sudden push. She felt his hardened cock filling her up one more time as they groaned in unison at the welcoming feeling.
"You were saying, Morgan?" she prodded him.
"Vixen," he groaned before he retreated and plunged inside of her in one fluid motion. "I know exactly who you are and why you are trying to fog my mind," he stated as he continued fucking her in a series of leisure movements.
She arched her back again, allowing him even further inside of her body at the same time as she tightened around him. It felt so good she wanted to keep him there forever. She wanted him to let go off her arms so she could cling to him, but he still held them tightly over her head. All she could do was let him do the work as she followed his every move with her pelvis. She felt strangely elated by the restraint that prevented her from moving freely. Maybe she was into bondage after all, she chuckled.
"What's so funny?" he wondered as he plunged hard inside of her.
"Oh my," she gasped out. Recollecting herself she responded. "Bondage doesn't seem so bad after all," she groaned out.
"Ah, you want more, is that it?" he watched her closely as she nodded, her eyes closing to the pleasure surging through her. "Open your eyes!" he ordered. She didn't want to. She was worried that her feelings would be revealed to him.
Suddenly he stopped moving. She opened her eyes to see what was wrong.
"Good. Now keep them open," he commanded as he plunged inside of her again, his eyes locked on hers all the time. "You're mine, Eva Kelley," he said. Repeating his former statement and revealing to her that she had heard him correctly the first time. He did actually know her real name. How was that possible, she wondered as her eyes opened even more before she could hide her reaction?
"Nothing to say, darling? Well then, my sweet little spy of a rebel's sister..." She gasped as she heard him reveal her secret. He used the pause to take her even further, aiming his cock directly at her pleasure point, making her gasp from the naked want pouring through her, letting her forget what he had just revealed. She tightened around him and felt herself falling over the edge -- to oblivion -- to someplace where they weren't enemies and where she didn't have to hide her emotions. She tightened one last time and prepared to plummet into the unknown as he kissed her hard on the mouth. She looked up at him as he lifted his lips away from her own.
"My mate," he groaned as he plunged inside of her one last time, driving her over the edge with him as they both screamed out their pleasure. Her body was shaking as he drove himself to her bottom, pouring every drop of his life-force into her body. She panted and tried to regain herself. Tried to remember if he had said anything vital. What had it been?
"My mate," Morgan murmured as he fell down beside of her, dragging her close to him so her head was resting on his arm.
The shock of his revelation was troubling her. No! Fate couldn't be that cruel. They couldn't be mates. As soon as she had the chance she would escape him and return to own people. She couldn't be tied to him for the rest of her life.
"You're joking, aren't you?" she asked in what she hoped was a casual tone.
"Never," Morgan replied glumly.
