Rory
How could something hurt so bad feel so gods damned good? I forgot how to breathe, how to speak. I'm pretty sure I forgot my own name. He stilled the moment he thrust in and my thighs clenched around his waist and my nails dug like claws into his back. I'm sure he was bleeding. It smelled like he was. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything other than feel. Feel the pleasure, feel the pain, feel the emotions running through the bond. The bond that wasn't even fully formed and sealed but I felt strong and powerful. If the strength of us was this large unbonded, how much more powerful would we be when he marked me? Did I want him to mark me? Yes. Yes I did.
His face was buried in my neck, breathing in my scent. I felt him panting, waiting for me to adjust. I appreci
