Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,10
he had a lot to release.
But he couldn’t do that right now, though he was little better than a beast. A machine made of flesh and blood, but one who obviously still had physical urges. He couldn’t do that because he was trapped. He was weak. She had to take him instead.
He needed to feel her around him, feel that tight wet heat clench and milk him like a greedy fist.
Need her. Need her. Need her.
“Sophia,” he bit out, trying to form intelligible words.
Instantly, she stilled above him; every cell of her being seemed concentrated on him.
“Need,” he gritted through clenched teeth, staring intensely into her eyes, willing her to understand what he was too disoriented and weak to say.
“Anything,” she whispered, stroking her thumb across his cheekbone.
Did she mean it? he wondered. He was too exhausted to analyze behavior. He’d find out soon enough.
“Inside,” he commanded, thrusting his hips up again, plowing his rod through tender folds.
He was desperate to feel her around him, his body coiled with tension, his muscles locked. Her body would heal him, he knew it without a doubt.
He needed her.
“Dalair…” she murmured, her eyes looking…
Sad? Worried?
He couldn’t tell. But he could see the arousal that still burned within the inky orbs, and that was enough.
“Are you…are you you?” she asked, her breath hitching.
Why was she hesitating? She obviously wanted to fuck him. The air around them was permeated with their mating musk. Hers and his. With a hard, ready male beneath her, one who aroused her, surely she felt compelled to ride out the heat.
He didn’t understand her question, so he simply stared back at her.
“I-I don’t want to…” she stuttered, her words trailing off.
She didn’t?
He focused his hyper-senses on other telltale signs of her body. Her rapidly fluttering pulse. The rhythmic thumping of her heart. Most of all, the flood of wetness where their flesh ground together, drenching him in delicious heat.
“Inside,” he said again, urging her to take what her body so obviously craved, then added her name for good measure because she seemed to melt when he uttered it before.
“Sophia.”
“Oh Goddess,” she groaned, lowering her face into the crook of his neck.
“Forgive me, Dalair,” she uttered against his throat. “I don’t have the will power. I need this too. So very badly.”
Why would he need to forgive her? There was only action and reaction.
Like what she did next—
Rising up slightly on her knees and gyrating her hips down so that her pussy swallowed the head of his cock in one voluptuous swoop, before she sank all the way down upon him to the hilt.
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Merciful Goddess!
The way he felt!
Dalair.
Sophia’s entire body racked with uncontrollable shudders the moment she took him inside her.
So deeply inside.
Every drop of blood and sensation focused on where they were joined. The incredible heat and strength of him. The thick veins that wrapped his satiny hardness creating the most delicious friction when his length plowed unrelentingly through her tight channel. Until he could go no further. There was no space within her that he didn’t fill.
He was so deep inside it felt as if the swollen head of him was touching her heart, in her throat, making her whole body seize around him, every muscle clenching within her to lock him in place. To never let him leave.
Oh Goddess, she was already coming!
She bit her lower lip as she shook uncontrollably with the onslaught. Just having him inside her did that. The orgasm that crashed through her was like the mightiest flood breaking through a beleaguered dam.
It had been so long. She’d been empty for so long.
And now she was full. The way she was created to be. Full of him.
Her Dalair.
His deep, husky growl echoed in the chamber as her body helplessly, relentlessly clenched around him, her core fisting his sex desperately for his seed.
He arched his throat as his body strained within his unyielding shackles, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief.
Still shaking uncontrollably, Sophia lowered her face into the crook of his neck and opened her mouth against his jugular vein. Instinctively, she sucked on the salty skin, needing to taste him.
And then, she needed more.
She was mindless with lust. With need. She was hardly aware when her upper gums tore in a burst of pain. Or when the sharp fangs that punched through them sank into Dalair’s throat. She only knew the relief of penetration, of being inside him the way he was inside her.