than anything. To give her that edge of pleasure-pain. To take her strong and deep. To possess her. To mark her. And she had no idea what she was asking for.
Tehya stared up at him, dazed, desperate. She could feel that agonizing need whipping through her, burning her. A hunger that pounded at her clit, burned through her pussy and surged through her veins.
“Jordan, I need,” she gasped, staring up at him, watching as a bead of sweat eased down his temple as her hips shifted, barely working his cock deeper inside her. “Hard. Fuck me…”
She screamed.
Her eyes widened, her upper body jolting inches from the counter, as a hard, fierce thrust sent clenching, furious ecstasy tearing through her senses and his cock buried itself inches inside her.
And it wasn’t enough, she didn’t have all of him. But he wasn’t stopping either.
Suspended on a rack of flames, strangled cries tearing from her throat, she felt each fierce thrust as he went deeper, stretching tender flesh long unused and burning it, branding it, with a rapture she knew she would never recover from. There was no cure for the fever Jordan would leave burning inside her once he was gone.
Their gazes locked. Above her, his features were tight, flushed with a dark hunger, as his hands tightened on her hips, his cock burying hard and deep with furious strokes.
Sweat dampened his face and sun-darkened shoulders. His muscles flexed and tightened as she felt her breathing become hard, shallow. The iron-hard, overly thick length of his erection barging inside her until there was no room left, and still, she took more of him.
Desperate mewls of pleasure slipped past her lips as she felt the fiery sensations tightening through her pussy. Her womb flexed, her clit throbbed in impending release, then spread outward. Her entire body was locked in heated rapture, as she felt her orgasm begin to rage inside her.
“Ah yes, Tey,” he groaned, the dark vibration of his voice driving her higher. “Milk my dick, darlin’. Let me feel it, Tehya. Let me feel you come, baby.” The strokes became harder, faster. “Let me feel that sweet pussy milking my dick.”
Explicit and dark, the sexual words sent erotic rapture whipping through her bloodstream. Her body tightened, pleasure beginning to bloom in shattering, fiery bursts, until she felt her body explode. Every cell screamed in pleasure. It whipped through her mind. It burned through her senses and sank into her soul.
Rapture rocked her. Ecstasy tore through her very being, tightening her muscles as it stole her breath and destroyed her sanity.
Jordan’s harsh, male cry echoed through her, but it was the feel of him thrusting to the hilt inside her pussy, his body bowing, then the deep, heavy spurts of his semen erupting inside her, that echoed to her soul.
The heated blasts of his seed threw her higher, extending the harsh explosions of sensation rocking through her until she felt herself disintegrating into pure white-hot ecstasy.
Her eyes drifted helplessly closed as he came over her, his hard body shuddering as his hips jerked against her with each heavy spurt of his release, each burning brand of fiery eruption inside her. It was a brand. A mark of possession she knew she would never recover from.
As the agonizing pleasure began to ease, slowly releasing her from its rapturous grip, Tehya felt her body collapse against the counter, her muscles weaken, and exhaustion slowly overtake her until she drifted in a haze of sated peace.
She had believed nothing could be better than it had been that last night at base. That despite the pain she had found after the release, that the pleasure couldn’t be matched.
She had been wrong. It had been matched, exceeded, and then completely topped. And he had branded her soul.
She had kept him from stealing her soul the night she had left Texas. She had locked it inside her and kept it free of the pain of losing him, of facing a life without him.
But this time, this time he had pushed into it, torn down those walls and filled the empty dark corners that had never known peace, that had never known warmth or a lover’s presence.
Until now. Tonight he had broken through, conquered and possessed that hidden part of her.
This time, losing him would destroy her.
CHAPTER 4
Jordan drew back slowly, his jaw tightening at the exquisite pleasure of the snug muscles of her pussy caressing the still sensitive flesh of his throbbing cock. As soft, delicate tissue caressed