Unnatural Instinct: Amazon

10.

You're not a rapist. What he's saying isn't true. He's only got himself to blame for putting himself in this position. He shouldn't have gotten caught. He shouldn't be looking so lovely. If he truly didn't want this, he would have resisted more; he would have fought harder. And what about his erection? If he truly didn't want you, he wouldn't be aroused.

Still, the word makes you cringe. Rapist.

You've always respected men. You've always respected their ability to nurture the next generation. Their capacity to love and empathise. Sure, they may not make good defenders or protectors and they're more emotional than logical, but without them, your people wouldn't exist.

It's not the usual thing to have a man on top, but it's not as though you haven't done it before. You like to experiment. You're not close-minded. And if it makes him feel more comfortable, why not? Let him think he's in control if that's what he wants.

Besides, you like a strong man—it's a turn-on. And it'll be nice to have the man do most of the work for a change.

Awkwardly, he clambers on top of you as you open your thighs. You smooth your hands down his trembling arms as he hovers over you. He's licking his lips and his eyes keep darting around the hut.

Reaching up, you smooth some of his long, silken hair back behind his ear. 'It's okay. Don't be nervous.' You take his chin. 'Why don't you kiss me first?'

His green eyes widen. He swallows, then lowers his face.

His lips are so soft and his kiss so light that it barely feels like you're kissing at all. You kiss him back just as softly, not wanting to frighten him, not wanting to push him too hard. He tastes nice and his breath is surprisingly sweet.

You slide your tongue between his lips and he doesn't resist, though you can tell that he hasn't done much kissing in his life. His tongue flicks around your mouth clumsily like he doesn't know what he's doing.

It doesn't bother you. In fact, it makes him more desirable. It means he hasn't been with too many women ... if he's even been with a woman at all. Innocence is such a sexy thing in a man.

You kiss him harder, raking your fingers through his hair as you do. You can feel his erection shifting against your pelvis and the warm, wet heat of his precum dragging along your skin. It makes your hips ache.

You need him in you. Now!

As you kiss him, you reach down between your bodies and seize onto it. He pulls back from your lips but doesn't stop you as you drag it up between your burning labia.

'Does that feel good?' you say.

He hesitates, then nods.

You smile, then press it up against your entrance. Delicately, you ease him inside. He sucks in a breath, then gasps as you slowly ease him all the way in. He's so long! He seems to go forever! You roll your eyes in ecstasy at the feel of him filling you up so utterly.

You, too, suck in a breath as he presses up against your cervix. There's no more of you left. Is there more of him? The thought makes you burn. You grab onto his hips, about to make him thrust into you, only for him to do it himself. You throw your head back with a gasp.

He pulls back, then thrusts in. Pulls back, then thrusts in again. Gone is the trembling in his arms. Gone is the nervous licking of his lips and the darting of his eyes. He's unafraid to look at you now, his hands fisted into the blankets by your head, his bright green eyes suddenly dark and looking like someone else's.

Your hips smack against each other and you grab onto his arse in an attempt to push him in deeper. His soft, smooth chest rubs up against yours as his hair hangs around his face. Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull his face to yours. As you kiss him, you wrap your thighs around his hips and thrust up against him.

His cock slides so easily inside you. You can feel it thickening, you can feel it pressing up against the walls of your channel. It makes you gasp. It makes you cry out. He's grunting now. He's teeth are gritted as he pulls away from your lips; as he slams his pelvis against yours. He's so wild! So out of control!

It's getting hard to keep up with him. Grabbing his arse again, you try to slow him down, but it seems he won't have it, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. As much as you're enjoying this, it's not the way it's meant to be.

Grabbing his hips hard between your knees, you give a hard thrust upwards and throw him over onto his back. Now you're on top, straddling his hips, his cock still deep inside you.

He tries to resist. With a shout, he thrusts up his hips, trying to throw you off like you did. He lashes out with an awkward punch that gets him nowhere. Finally, he tries to wrestle you off, his fingers threaded through yours as he actually tries to overpower you. As if he ever could! He might be strong and proud but his strength is nothing against a woman's.

Not only is he weak, but he's a fool. A beautiful fool.

Your beautiful fool.

You pin his wrists down with ease. 'I don't know how it worked back where you lived, but here a happy man is one who knows his place.'

Still pinning him down, you begin to rock your hips. He's gritting his teeth and you're not sure whether it's out of rage or lust. Not that it matters. Either way, it fires you up. It makes you so wet that he almost feels silken inside you.

Hard and silken.

You rock faster. His lips part as he arches back his neck. The bony knot in his throat ticks up and down. Sweat beads his forehead. His nipples are hard, little points. You buck your hips once, twice, thrice ...

You come first with a shudder and a cry. Then he quickly follows, ejaculating with a shout. You can feel him soaking your insides. You can feel him pulsing inside you. And you love it. You're still rocking against his hips as you both throb together.

Then you stop.

You're both panting. You're yet to release his wrists as you lean over and nuzzle the side of his neck.

He doesn't reciprocate your affection—turning his face away.