on him as if to draw him in further still, and her legs trembled. A series of fervent cries escaped her as she came.
Zevris growled low and savagely bucked his hips, shoving himself deeper. His cock expanded within her, and he shuddered. Heat flooded Tabitha’s core in scalding spurts that prolonged her own release.
He curled his fingers, grazing her back with his claws, before flattening his hand and sliding it up. It trailed over her neck and delved into her hair, taking hold of it in his fist. She felt so full of him, and the delicious stretch caused by his shaft only added to her pleasure.
He gently drew back on her hair, lifting her torso off the table. His other hand moved to her front, gripping the neckline of her dress. There was another exciting riiip as he tore the dress down the middle. Her bra was destroyed immediately after, falling away to be forgotten. Zevris cupped one of her bared breasts and kneaded it. His calloused palms were delightfully rough against her sensitive skin, and her clit throbbed in time with his fingers as he pinched and twisted her the sensitive rosy peak.
Zevris moved his hips again, thrusting in and out of her with short, shallow pumps. Tabitha moaned and rocked against him, aching for him to push harder, faster, deeper, but he kept his leisurely pace. She felt every single one of those nubs on his cock as they dragged along her inner walls. Her essence and his seed trickled down her thighs, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the man behind her.
Utilizing his grip on her hair, Zevris turned her face toward him. He gently kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then grazed his nose along her jaw. Tabitha reached a hand up to cup his cheek.
“Ah, Nykasha, consider this your punishment. You’re going to burn right along with me.”
Releasing her hair and breast, he dropped his hands to her hips, drew his pelvis back, and slammed forward, driving his cock in hard and deep. Tabitha released a strangled cry and slapped her palms down on the desk, but she had no time to recover.
Zevris was a beast, relentlessly pounding into her, using his hold on her hips to jerk her back to meet his every thrust. It was a frenzy of motion, of guttural grunts and snarls and flesh slapping against flesh. It was wild, passionate, and untamed. It was pleasure that bordered on pain. It was a delicious torment, and all she could think was, More, more, more.
Pleasure coiled within her core, winding tighter and tighter. Her skin was abuzz with sensation. Tabitha felt him everywhere—not just his hands on her skin, not just his legs pressing against hers, not just his merciless shaft filling her, but at her core, in her heart, suffusing every fiber of her being. He was in her blood, in her soul. He was part of her—and she was part of him.
“Zevris,” she whispered; his name flowed from her lips in a plea, in a benediction. She needed more, needed it all.
“Come for me, Tabitha,” Zevris growled. “I want to feel your pussy clench around me. I want to feel your body demand my seed. I want to feel your hunger.”
Tabitha bit down on her bottom lip to silence her cries, clutching the desk like it was her lifeline. Her breasts swayed, her thighs and ass slapped against him with all his ferocity, and the maelstrom gathering in her core intensified.
“I-I can’t,” she rasped. It was too much, it was inhuman; his alien prowess shone through in every brutal thrust of his hips.
His grip strengthened, and his claws pricked her flesh. “You can. Let me hear you, Nykasha. Let me hear your screams.”
Something slithered around her leg—his tail. Its tip brushed over the hair above her sex before settling against her clit. Its touch, which had been whisper-soft, grew immediately firmer, pressing down with the same precision and confidence he’d demonstrated time and again with his fingers and tongue. Another burst of pleasure struck her, stronger than the last.
Tabitha jolted. “Ah!”
She felt like she was hurtling skyward, soaring higher and higher, but she wasn’t there, couldn’t get there.
His tail vibrated against her clit.
All that pleasure exploded outward in a blinding torrent; Tabitha shattered. She barely heard her own ragged cry as her mind broke apart under the force of her pleasure, barely felt her nails rake the tabletop. But she did feel Zevris—every