“I’ll take it up with you, mate.”
His breathing was as harsh, as heavy, as hers when the Raider slammed to a stop outside the cabin. Before she could draw more than one harsh breath, his lips were on hers, his tongue swirling over hers, spreading the spicy taste of the mating hormone and setting fire to an arousal already growing quickly out of control.
She tightened her arms around him; her knees gripped his hips and she held on to his shoulders and his kiss as he stepped from the vehicle.
She wanted to laugh in sheer pleasure as she felt his hands grip her rear, holding her to him. But she was consumed by his kiss instead. She moaned into the kiss, her hands tearing at his shirt, pulling at it, desperate to feel his bare flesh as she felt the door at her back, felt Cabal struggling to release the security lock.
“You’ve pushed too far, mate.” He was growling with lust now, his voice thick, deep, as the door pushed open.
Cassa took her own kiss this time. Melding her lips over his, she dug her fingers into the long strands of his hair, holding him to her as she teased, stroked, as she loved.
Here, within the lust that consumed them both, she could hide the love that welled so deep inside her and spilled over into each touch she gave him.
Here she could hide each emotion, disguise it in her own lust and hold on as tightly as she needed to hold.
“You make me mad to touch you. To taste you.”
She had no idea how they made it from the door to the living room. She only knew that as he lowered her to the couch, her shirt was being jerked from her, tossed aside. The lacy bra was shredded and his lips were covering a torturously hard nipple.
His hands were tearing at her clothes, dragging his jeans and boots from his body, even as he lashed at the nipple with his rough tongue, sucked it into his mouth and had her crying out in blistering need.
It was exquisite. She could well find herself living for this, aching for this even when the mating heat wasn’t torturing her body.
She dug her fingers into his hair, twining the thick, heavy strands around her fingers as her back arched and she fought to get closer to the wicked, knowing tongue that licked and stroked at first one nipple, then the other.
Cassa could feel the vortex of sensation, of pleasure, as it began to swirl, to twist inside her. She was naked before him, arching into his embrace and needing so much more than his teasing strokes were allowing her.
“Cabal, please,” she whispered the plea with a soft sob as his hand smoothed down her stomach.
“I’m going to please you,” he rasped. “I’m going to please both of us, baby.”
His fingers slid into the thick, slick moisture between her thighs as he began to kiss and nip his way down her stomach.
A startled cry tore from her lips as he suddenly lifted, reclining her back on the couch and spreading her thighs before him as he sat on his knees before her.
She had no time to grasp the significance of the move before his head lowered and his tongue was burrowing into the clenching, desperate grip of her pu**y. Licking, thrusting. He ate her with wicked decadence as he lifted her legs, propped her feet on the cushions and opened her farther to his touch.
Cassa tried to fight back the scream of pleasure as his tongue licked through the narrow slit, then sucked her clit into his mouth, but there was no holding it back. She was flying through a turbulent wash of sensation so violent it shuddered through her, causing her to writhe on the cushions in suspended ecstasy.
It was too much. She was dying. Right there in the living room with the sun pouring through the large tinted windows, she was dying. Burning alive in his arms and rushing headlong into the flames.
The orgasm that rushed through her left her crying out his name as he pushed from between her thighs.
Cassa opened her eyes as he untangled her fingers from his hair and placed them on his shoulders. They both watched as he gripped his c**k with one hand and tucked the wide, flushed head against the wet entrance of her sex.
“Damn, baby, that’s sexy.” His rumbled voice sent shivers of pleasure racing through her.
Cassa watched, eyes wide, as he pressed forward, eased back, pressed in again. The head of his erection entered her slowly, stretching her flesh as a low, moaning cry fell from her lips. Her lashes drifted closed as she arched into the penetration, relishing the slow, exquisite burn of entrance, the stroke of his c**k through tender tissue.
Her head rolled against the cushions, her nails tightened into the skin of his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his hips to draw him closer.
Each slow thrust, each powerfully controlled stroke of his flesh inside hers sent her senses spinning. Electric impulses of pleasure pulsated through her pu**y, causing her to tighten around the shuttling flesh, to fight to hold him inside her as he continued to thrust slow and easy.
“So sweet,” he rumbled, his voice rough. “Damn, Cassa, so f**king good.”
Too good. She was reaching, her muscles gripping him, her nails digging into his flesh as he leaned into her, thrust deep and hard. His hands gripped her hips, his lips went to her shoulder and she knew what was coming. She could feel her climax building, tightening in her womb.
It was a conflagration. Heat and flames swirled around her, through her, until they exploded into a mass of such exquisite sensation that nothing else mattered.