“I can’t wait.” He was fighting for breath now, for control. “I can’t wait, baby. You’re so tight, so sweet…”
His eyes closed as he drew back marginally, caressing the sensitive nerve endings of her cunt before he stilled again. Elizabeth barely had time to draw in a deep breath before he slammed hard and deep inside her.
She wailed his name as he pushed past the clenching tissue, separating it, stretching it as his c**k jerked with several more hard ejaculations inside her.
Elizabeth writhed beneath him, fighting to accept the ample width of male flesh impaling her. Dash’s eyes blazed down at her, his hands gripping her thighs as he breathed out roughly. “I’m an animal, Elizabeth,” he growled, his voice rough as his c**k pulsed again. “Feel it. Feel what I’m shooting inside you.” He sounded agonized, but that didn’t keep him from moving deeply inside her, or from spilling yet more of the fluid within her.
“Dash.” She shook her head desperately. The blend of pleasure and pressure inside her pu**y was making her crazy now.
“Feel it, Elizabeth,” he demanded roughly. “Feel what I’m doing to you, dammit. Only an animal would do this.”
He was tortured, tormented. He growled roughly when she felt him pulse inside her again. Distantly, Elizabeth was aware now of what the fluid was, a natural side effect of his DNA. A lubrication that eased and prepared the female entrance for his penetration. She was thankful for it. She needed him. Needed him inside her, filling her as she had never thought possible. Without it, there wasn’t a chance she could have taken him comfortably.
“Dash.” She reached for him, her hands sliding up his damp chest, nails scraping lightly as he shivered beneath the caress. “I don’t care.”
And she didn’t. She moved her h*ps against him, her breath hitching in desperation as she felt his c**k moving snugly within her. He was so hard, so hot, so firmly embedded within her cunt that she knew she would never forget the feel of him now.
“You don’t care?” He groaned as he moved convulsively inside her, spreading her thighs further as he released them and leaned over her.
His bigger body blanketed hers, his elbows catching his weight as her hands slid over his shoulders, relishing the feel of his skin against her. It also changed the level of penetration, causing him to sink deeper inside the giving flesh of her pu**y.
Sensations piled atop each other, lightning-hot flares of pleasure and pressure building in her womb, streaking through her cunt. Her cl*t was swollen, throbbing, rising eagerly as his pelvis ground against it. Her ni**les were cushioned against his hard chest, the smooth muscle rasping over them, the tiny, fine hairs caressing them heatedly.
“No,” she gasped as she arched beneath him, pressing the aching buds tighter against him. “I don’t care.”
One hand cupped her hip as he drew back. He slid smoothly within the tight entrance, retreating then forcing his way back until he was once again buried to the hilt.
“I could knot you, Elizabeth.” Her eyes widened at the harsh words, staring up at him in shock. She couldn’t make sense of the words, couldn’t imagine his DNA affecting his sexuality to that point. But she realized she didn’t care if he did. Didn’t care how he took her, how much he filled her, as long as she knew that for now, she belonged to him.
“I’ve never done this with a woman in my life. But that could happen as well.” He was breathing roughly, f**king her with almost involuntary strokes, lifting her h*ps to him, sinking deep inside her. She knew she needed to retain her grasp on this conversation. Knew she needed to make sense of it. But Dash was moving now, his c**k retreating then burying inside her, over and over again, stroking sensitive tissue and firing nerve endings to screaming life. She couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t make sense of anything he had to say. And he wasn’t talking anymore anyway. He was breathing roughly, his head lowering so his lips could caress her shoulder as he thrust inside her with steadily increasing strokes. Elizabeth could hear herself mewling in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his hips, lifting her closer to him, thrusting back against him, the searing impalement sending sparks of fire zipping through her entire body.
“Harder,” she gasped, protesting his almost gentle thrusts now. He was growling at her shoulder, his teeth scraping the flesh as she bucked beneath his. Sweat soaked their bodies as she felt Dash clinging to his control with desperate fingers.
“Wait. Elizabeth,” he groaned desperately as she moved beneath him. She couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to wait. She was on fire. Her pu**y spasmed around his thick cock, needing more, starved for the driving, fierce thrusts she had never known during her marriage to Dane. She had never known anything like this. Wild and hot, shredding any sense of decorum, any modesty she once possessed. She needed him deep, hard, plunging in her as they set fire to the world around them.
“Please.” She tightened on his throbbing erection. “Please, Dash. Fuck me now. Fuck me harder. Please.”
Her explicitly hot demand exploded through his head, shredding his control. Her soft voice, so sweet and husky, almost innocent, begging to be taken, to be f**ked, was more than he could stand. Dash groaned desperately, fighting the urge to lock his teeth on her delicate shoulder and give her exactly what she wanted. He had fought the instincts, the driving hunger, as long as he could. When her words whispered over his senses, he was lost.
He snarled at her shoulder, gripping it with his teeth as his hands tightened on her h*ps and he gave her
what she was begging for. Sinking into the slick, ultra-tight tissue, he set a hard, fast rhythm that drove his erection to the very depths of her, burying his c**k to the end and f**king her with a hunger he had never known in his life.
She was his. His woman. His mate.
Elizabeth was screaming out beneath him, her nails piercing his back as his teeth pierced her shoulder, his dick piercing her tight pu**y. He could feel his release looming, as he could feel her flesh rippling over his cock. So close. He held her still as he pumped inside her harder, the sounds of wet sex filling his ears, sucking cunt wrapping around him as he felt her explode around his cock. Her pu**y tightened, milking his flesh, fighting to hold it deep inside her as her juices spilled around it. It was too much. Too hot. Too damned tight. He felt the last of his control snap as his own release broke free of his restraint.
“No. Fuck, no.” He tried to pull back as he felt the first hard jet of his se**n spew inside her, then felt something more.
A desperate swelling in the middle of his cock, a pulsing erection blooming that terrified him.
“Oh God! Dash!” Elizabeth screamed his name as he felt her body shudder spasmodically beneath him, her orgasm rising in power, ripping violently beneath her flesh. She was so tight around him. Her flesh stretched, hugging him, giving way to the knot blooming in his c**k and locking him deep inside her. He couldn’t move without hurting her, couldn’t jerk his swelling flesh free of her tight pu**y. He could only groan in defeat, hold her to him and allow his release to surge through his body.
Each hard pulse of his seed throbbed in the hard knot, triggered contractions in her cunt that had her screaming hoarsely. She writhed beneath him, struggling to accept the additional girth as another orgasm peaked inside her, causing her to shudder harshly as she was forced to accept every hard pulse of his se**n inside her already overfilled depths.
Dash tasted blood and realized the sharp tips of his canines had pierced her shoulder. His tongue licked over it, his mouth suckling the small wound as she whimpered beneath him. The wracking shudders that had slammed through her body were weaker now. She trembled beneath him, her pu**y clenching on the hard knot locked inside her as she moaned at the intermittent bursts of orgasmic echoes. Her hands had fallen to the bed, her legs sliding weakly from his h*ps before he finally felt the easing of his flesh inside her. It was slow. It was destructive. Hard, hot blasts of his se**n spewed inside her with each flexing throb of the knot, though they lessened in intensity as the swelling began to diminish. Dash held her close to his chest, breathing roughly, fighting his own shock and horror until he could finally pull free of her, exiting her pu**y as it gave a soft, resounding farewell kiss to his flesh.
Chapter Twenty