My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 151

Irina

He reached around my waist. His massive hand grabbed my throat. He didn't choke me, but his thick fingers wrapped completely around my neck, holding my head up. He forced me to keep looking down at the courtyard.

"Watch them," he ordered, his voice strained and heavy. "Watch then fuck as I fuck you."

I watched a northern woman get pinned to a wooden table right below us. She was screaming, her back arched as a massive man pounded into her. I felt the exact same heavy, brutal thrusts tearing through my own body.

"You like this," he taunted, his hips snapping forward so fast like they were made of elastic. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding grew louder, syncing perfectly with the heavy drums. "You like to be fucked like an animal. You want to be used."

"Yes," I sobbed, completely abandoning any shred of pride. I thrust my hips backward, desperately meeting his rhythm, trying to take him even deeper. "Don't stop. Please."

The friction inside me was building into a frantic, pulsing knot. My clit throbbed with every single heavy thrust. I was completely out of my mind. The political leverage, the Kael secret, the King, my daughter—it all vanished. The entire world shrank down to the dark balcony, the freezing wind on my bare legs, and the ruthless, heavy cock stretching me open.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He didn't pull out. He just stopped moving. He stayed buried completely deep inside me, his thick shaft stretching my walls, and he just held still.

"No," I whimpered. My body actually jerked, instinctively trying to force the friction back. "Why did you stop?"

"Say it," he commanded. His hand tightened slightly around my throat.

“Sayy what?” I cried.

"Tell me you're just a filthy northern whore right now. Say it, or I leave you standing here dripping wet and empty."

The threat was absolute torture. My body was screaming for the release. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand. The heavy, aching knot inside me was right on the absolute edge.

I hated him. I hated him for making me say it. But the craving was a physical sickness. I would have said anything.

"I'm a whore," I gasped out, my voice cracking, tears of absolute frustration and lust stinging my eyes.

The sheer force of his thrusts rattled my teeth. My breasts bounced heavily against the tight silk of the corset. The wet, messy sounds of his cock sliding deep inside my soaked cunt echoed loudly over the railing.

The pressure inside me snapped.

The climax hit me so hard it literally blinded me. My vision went completely white. A loud, ragged scream tore out of my throat. My inner walls spasmed violently, clamping down hard around the thick ridge of his cock.

I couldn't breathe. My entire body locked up. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on sheer agony.

He felt my walls contract. He let out a loud, guttural roar. He drove his hips forward one final, brutal time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. He held himself tight against my ass, his entire massive frame shuddering against my back. I felt the hot, heavy pulse of his release flooding deep inside me, pooling hot against my cervix.

We stayed like that for a long time. The only sounds on the balcony were the heavy, ragged gasps tearing through both of our lungs. The freezing wind bit into my exposed skin, but I didn't care.

My legs were completely useless. The frantic buzzing in my head was finally dead. I was entirely empty. I was completely ruined. And in that exact moment, it was the best I had ever felt in my entire life.

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