This was no quick lay. He meant to mate with her, to take her for all time as his own, to show her who she belonged to and leave his mark on her. She hissed at him, pinned to the floor by his larger, stronger body, her nails digging into wood, her breasts a temptation, her voice a pleading sob in spite of the fact that she struggled.
He stretched her, knew his entry skimmed the borders of burning pain, but it couldn’t be helped. She was so tight and he was thick and long. She gasped, her eyes going wide.
“Mine.” He growled the word, rocking forward just a little, watching the pleasure flare in her eyes. “Mine.” Meaning it. Wanting her to know he meant it. There would be no going back after this. “Dare to tell me you’re not. Deny it, Emma, if you can. Fucking try to tell me you want another man. Or admit the truth. Admit it’s me you want and no other.”
His eyes dared her to defy him. His hands gripped her legs tightly as he paused, lodged in the entrance of her hot, slick opening. Fear skated through the deep green of her eyes. Her sheath clenched tightly around him, grasping at him, trying to pull him deeper, and he fought not to give in, to slam himself home. Something wild and wickedly primitive in her wanted—even needed—his brutal possession; he could read that much. But she was afraid. She wouldn’t just give herself to him, although every single cell in her body screamed for him, screamed for more. She just wasn’t certain she could handle more.
Emma shook her head. “Yes,” she hissed, “but not like this. You’re too big. You’re . . .”
“Exactly like this.” He gave a small push with his hips and slid in another inch, watching her face, the pleasure rippling over her, the burning discomfort showing in the way her hips tried to pull back. “Any way. Every way. Say it, Emma. Say you’re mine. Say you want this. Say you want me.”
He wasn’t going to let her come back to him later and say she hadn’t agreed. When she remained silent, staring up at him with that mixture of lust and fear, he pulled back just a little and felt her grasping at him. She cried out, her body following his.
Satisfaction settled the hard knots in his belly. “Fucking say it.”
Her eyes locked with his. He could see the golden eyes of his cat staring back at him in the centers of her eyes. She licked her lips. Took a deep breath. Her body shuddered at her surrender. “I want this.” Her voice trembled, came out in a soft rush.
He clenched his teeth, rewarding her with another inch. Her body clamped down on his, squeezing him tightly. He fought to keep from burying himself deep. “That’s not good enough. Admit that you belong to me. Say you’re mine. Out loud, Emma.”
“Jake. Please.” A sob escaped. “I do, I am. Whatever. Just please do something.”
He slammed his body into hers, tearing through her velvet folds, so slick and wet, fiery hot, tight as a fist, sheathing himself until he bumped her cervix hard, taking it further, forcing her to accept all of him until he felt his balls slap against her bottom. Her tight muscles stretched around him, gripping him, clamping around his throbbing cock. Fire streaked through him, mind-numbing pleasure. He took her hard and fast, rough, the way his cat demanded, pounding into her body with powerful, jackhammer strokes, giving himself over completely to the sheer erotic heat of her body.
He’d never experienced anything like this mating in his life. His entire focus was on the center of his body, the shaft slamming in and out of her, desperate for more, always more, driving himself deep, claiming her soul for his own. And, damn, the heat raging in him now was nearly unbearable. He swelled. She screamed and gripped his shaft hard with her inner muscles, nearly strangling him, the waves of pleasure pouring over him until he was damp with sweat. Then her body pulsed. Once. Twice. Hot cream bathed him and he poured himself into her, wanting his seed deep, wanting it to take hold. She was his. Born for him. In that moment he felt as primitive as his cat, and every bit as dominant.
Jake pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. The sudden withdrawal caused another flash of pain and she cried out. He hissed as his arm caught her under her hips and yanked her up onto her knees, so she was on all fours. He held her still, gripping her hard as he blanketed her, slamming his cock ferociously to penetrate deep inside with no warning at all, driving through her tight muscles until her already sensitive knot of nerves screamed and spasmed again and again.
Emma had thought him spent—he should have been spent—but he was wilder than ever. His body, pounding hard into hers, robbed her of her breath. He went deeper with each thrust, the way he held her giving him an even better angle to possess her. She felt on fire, but at the same time was shocked at her own behavior. She wanted him—oh, so much; she doubted she’d ever get enough of him—but never once had she envisioned or dreamt that it would be like this.
His hands slid over her rib cage up to her breasts, where he tugged at her nipples, sending streaks of fire to her inflamed sheath. His fingers felt like curved claws, teasing and pulling, soft fur sliding over her aching breasts. His face nuzzled at her shoulder, along her neck where she was the most sensitive. He kissed her there, never once stopping the ferocious pounding. His tongue lapped at her skin and then he bit down hard. Pain flashed through her and something wild jumped inside of her, snarling and fighting so that her hands curved into claws and she tried to buck him off.
Jake snarled, the low growl reverberating around her. If anything, her struggles provoked him into more dominant display. He never took his teeth from her shoulder, holding her still under him, while he pounded into her. One hand curved around her breast, his fingers biting into flesh in erotic warning; the other hand descended hard on her bottom. Heat flared, spread, her center pulsed and spilled more hot cream onto his invading shaft.
She couldn’t stand it. The tension in her built and built, taking her closer to the edge of a deep abyss. She fought off the gathering orgasm that welled up like a tidal wave, threatening to destroy her, but he was relentless, driving her higher and higher, so close to the edge now that she teetered on the brink of pain, of darkness. She hung there a moment, her breathing ragged, her breasts heaving, her body tense. He slammed into her with another brutal drive and she fell over the edge, screaming as the explosion ripped through her.
Wave after wave, an endless, merciless series of orgasms rocked her body, leaving her weak and breathless. She writhed and bucked under him, unable to stop moving as the mind-numbing pleasure ripped through her body, her mouth opening wide, her vision blurring. Stars burst behind her eyes.
Jake felt her body clamp down on his, the wet heat gripping and squeezing, while her shattered cry of ecstasy drove him on, wanting everything for him, wanting her to feel the way she made him feel. Alive. So alive. So hot and wild and beyond any fantasy she could ever imagine. He wanted her tied to him, by this. Sex so perfect she’d never find it with anyone else. He wanted her limp in his arms, drained and exhausted and so sated she couldn’t think of any other man ever touching her skin.
He gripped her hips, tilted her just that much more and slammed home again and again, while her body rippled and fought. She stiffened, shuddered, and he felt the grip of her, an intense bite of her muscles clamping down like a vise. His lungs burned for air, breathing so hard, the ragged gasps nearly hurt. The low growls rumbling in his chest were animalistic, but he couldn’t stop them with his leopard so close and the pleasure pumping through him like a rush of adrenaline.
He lost every bit of sanity, every bit of reason, as her body clamped down around his, sending agonizing pleasure tearing through his body. He was so hot he thought he might burn up, turn to ashes, but he couldn’t stop driving into her, seeking release, seeking the ultimate high. Then it came. He stilled. A heartbeat. A second. The rush was a roar of insanity, tearing through every muscle and sinew, every cell, his very bones, and for a moment he feared he wouldn’t survive the explosive release rocketing through him.
The tidal wave started somewhere in his toes and ripped up his body, through his thighs, and centered like a tsunami in his groin. His release was harsh, erupting like a volcano, exploding, tearing through him with such force his body shuddered and strained as he emptied himself. The roaring in his ears was like thunder, and even his vision changed.
Emma would have collapsed but he held her up with an ease that shocked her. He was enormously strong as he lowered them both to the floor. He rolled her to her side, still buried deep in her body, his hands cupping her breasts as they lay locked together on the floor. His breath came in rough gasps as her body continued to pulse around his, gripping, milking, relaxing and starting the cycle all over again.
She tried to speak but no sound emerged, and she feared that every brain cell was beyond repair and she was incapable of thought, let alone speech.
Jake pushed the silky fall of hair aside and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot where his teeth had held her. He had taken many women, been serviced by many more, but nothing had prepared him for the orgasm that had ripped through him, exploding with such force. The hard ejaculation had given him peace for the first time. He knew he had a silly grin on his face, elation sweeping through him, and he kissed the nape of her neck, moving just a little to feel the joy as another spill of her slick heat washed over him.
Her body shuddered against his and she turned her head slowly to look at him. Her eyes were glazed, her body limp. He bent forward to kiss her mouth. She kissed him back.
“Easy now, honey. This will hurt for a moment.” His leopard had been too close to the surface and he knew she was going to feel his withdrawal. He fastened his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue along hers as he pulled his cock from her body.
The pain flashed through her as his cock dragged over her sensitive wall, chafing her as he pulled free. He swallowed her soft cry, deepening the kiss. He moved first, rolling over and coming up on his knees. His cock was long and thick, even in his semi-hard state, one normal for him. He couldn’t quite let go of her; not yet. He knew it was always going to be the same with him. She was an addiction, one he would need to have sated over and over.
Emma lay on the floor looking up at Jake as he knelt over her, his hand on his cock, absently sliding his palm along his shaft, watching her with hooded, glittering eyes. He was so male, so dark and intoxicating. Raw sexuality in its purest form. Her only sexual experience had been with Andrew, and he had been gentle, reverent even. With none of the explosive, raw power Jake had just showered upon her. Lately, with her body so restless and unsettled, she’d dreamt of violent, earth-shattering sex, but she hadn’t really had an idea of what it was like.