AYASHA'S POV
"Beg," he rasped, sliding along my entrance, teasing me with the promise. "Beg like the needy little princess you are."
My pride should've stopped me. It didn't. Whoever I was in this dream, I had no thing like shame.
"Please," I whispered, trembling. "Please, Koda. I need your cock. I need to feel you stretch me. I want you to fill me, to claim me. I want your seed inside me. Please."
The sound he made was wild. A growl, a surrender, a promise.
He drove into me in one swift, brutal stroke.
I screamed. The stretch, the heat, the raw fullness of him stole every thought from my mind. My legs wrapped around him, holding him there, deep, deeper.
He moved. Long, powerful thrusts that made the bed creak, that sent the headboard slamming against the wall. His body rocked into mine again and again, each time harder, deeper, more.
"Harder," I gasped, nails clawing down his back. "Please. Make me scream."
He did.
