She bit her lip, trying to dull the possessiveness she had no right to feel. Derek leaned over and licked her lip.
“Watch me take you,” he whispered, his free hand pressing her gently backward until she set her arms behind her to support her weight. He lifted her skirt to her waist, drawing her eyes to the glistening curls between her thighs and the ruddy cock that approached them.
Sable watched, mesmerized, as he entered her with exquisite slowness, the flared head breaching her, stretching her. Her eyelids grew heavy as Derek surged slowly inside, hot and hard, a silken instrument of sexual torment and ultimate relief.
She shivered and moaned as he slipped deeper, sliding through her cream, his impressive width and length like a warm inner massage. He buried himself to the hilt, his head falling back as a shudder shook the length of his body. He offered a soft smile, revealing wicked fangs and molten eyes made bright by the animal let loose inside him. He withdrew and then pressed forward again, his stomach rippling with muscle as he gave a long, deep plunge.
“So hot,” he said hoarsely. “So tight and wet.” He pulled out until only the tip remained inside her. “Look at all your cream on my cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”
She swallowed hard, her skin damp from the heat.
“Put your finger in my mouth,” he urged.
Leaning to one side, she freed one hand and did as he asked. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, drawing on her with a steady suction, the tempo of which was echoed in the clasps of her pussy on his cock. She gasped, so aroused she couldn’t think.
“That’s what you feel like to me. It makes me want to come, Sable. It makes my balls ache. Does it turn you on? Watching me fuck you? Feeling me stroke you?”
“Yes…” Sable stared, her nipples so hard they ached, as he pumped his cock into her cunt, his rhythm so slow, his hips swirling and then lunging.
Nothing had ever felt as good as this. She’d never have enough of it, never stop craving it. The sex got better every time.
And more personal.
With a growl, Derek claimed her throat with his fangs as his thrusts picked up speed, propelling himself deeply into her with soft blows of his hips to hers. His thoughts entered her head with a clarity she was learning to treasure. I’ve missed this, baby. I missed you.
Sable wrapped her legs around his waist, adding her strength to his, making his cock strike deep, so deep. Derek wasn’t like other lovers she’d had. Everything he did, every move he made was planned for her pleasure. His greedy mouth tugged at her skin, building an ecstasy so intense she came, bathing him in a rush moisture. He slowed, savoring her orgasm, his touch gentle as if he knew her fears and longed to soothe them. She longed to let him.
“So good,” she moaned, her body on fire, and Derek growled his agreement as he drank. She gripped his flexing buttocks, urging him deeper when there was no deeper to go.
Sable felt him everywhere. He permeated everything with a merciless penetration that brought her as much pain as pleasure. Belatedly, she fought off his invasion, trying to shield herself from the devastation his loss would bring.
He reached a hand between them and stroked her clit in time with the thrusting of his hips. You can’t hold back. Stop trying.
As her body tightened with another orgasm, tears slipped free and dripped onto her cheek.
Don’t, he begged. Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m here with you. You’re not alone.
“I’m always alone,” she cried softly. “It’s the nature of our beast.”
And her job.
He hunched over her, caging her to table, thrusting hard until she came with a scream. He released her neck and arched his back, a guttural cry torn from his throat as he spurted his seed deep inside her.
* * * * *
Derek stirred slowly, reluctant to lift his head from the pillow of Sable’s breast. He felt drained and yet omnipotent at the same time. His strength was steadily increasing as he spent more time inside her. Sable charged him in some way he hadn’t known existed, hadn’t known was possible.
Was that why he craved her?
No, that couldn’t be the reason. He’d wanted her before. The rush he experienced being with her was just an added enticement. It must be the virus. Perhaps together, he and Sable created a synergy. Even if he didn’t desire her so badly, that alone was worth exploring.
He turned his head and looked at the two-way mirror on the wall. He saw nothing but an empty room, their reflections absent from the silvered glass. Sable was right. It was the nature of their beast to be lonely, set apart from others not of their kind. But they’d found each other. Against the odds and all of the rules.
He should have been more circumspect before taking her to his ship and fucking her for days. He should have known the lust riding him so hard meant more than he was willing to admit. If he hadn’t been so blind, he could have courted her, wooed her, instead of getting his way with his cock. But that was not the way it went down and despite his chagrin, Derek couldn’t regret it. Sable was in his arms and he was deep inside her, soaked in their cream. They had the sexual part of a romantic relationship worked out to perfection. The rest would fall into place eventually.
He pulled himself upright, but remained a part of her. Sable couldn’t deny their connection when they were so intimately joined. Reaching down, he brushed the silky stands of her hair away from her forehead. His touch was reverent and adoring, as was the stroking of her right hand against his hip. Closing her eyes, her breathing slowed to a soft pant.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered brokenly.