"Fuck me." She nipped at his neck. "Now, Matthias. Fuck me now." She felt it coming before he moved. The muscles of his back flexed beneath her hands. His thighs tightened, then with another hard growl, he began to move.
It wasn't easy. It wasn't a slow, peaceful loving. It was as wild as Matthias, as hot as her most wicked fantasies, and Grace knew she would never be the same.
"Like this." His hands lifted her legs around his hips, and he sank in farther. She could feel his balls slapping against her rear, hear the hot, wet slap of flesh against flesh, and feel the hot burn of a possession so intensely carnal it would be branded into her very being forever. His lips were everywhere. Kisses on her neck, her shoulder. He bent and suckled her ni**les with deep hard draws of his mouth, lashed them with his tongue. His hips drove his erection inside her with furious thrusts, and she accepted him with hoarse cries for more.
"So hot and sweet." He nipped at her ear. "So giving. God yes, Grace, give to me. Take me." The tension was gathering in her womb again. It flexed and spasmed with the power of the pleasure racing through her now. Sensations that tore through her, stripped her control, and left her racing toward an edge of ecstasy that should have been terrifying.
Matthias groaned against her breast, his body bowed over her, his c**k moving hard and heavy inside her. The fierce strokes stretched and burned and sent fiery fingers of absolute pleasure tearing through her. He f**ked her with wild hunger, his c**k shafting into her with desperate strokes, as her legs tightened around his hips.
He pumped inside her demandingly, stroking and igniting flames of devouring lust. It rippled and burned through her body, left her gasping, begging for release.
Her nails dug into his back, as his lips returned to her shoulder. Sweat coated them, their moans blended, mingled until Grace's turned to screams.
This orgasm didn't just implode inside her. It exploded through her, tore past her body and lit her soul with fireworks. Her pu**y tightened on his shuttling c**k to the point of pain, as she felt the release of her juices wetting her further. Then something else happened.
She should have been prepared. He hadn't hidden it from her. He had warned her. She felt his release build, heard his throttled male groan at her shoulder a second before she felt his canines bite into her flesh.
There should have been pain. There should have been a rending of flesh. There wasn't.
There was a sharp, fiery blast of sensation, as she felt the first spurt of se**n, then the sudden thickening of his cock.
It thickened. And thickened. And thickened. Just in one place. Burning through the thick, heavy muscles that gripped him so tightly, exposing nerve endings she couldn't have known existed, stretching her, secured inside her, as he shot his seed straight to the opening of her cervix. He was locked inside her. Pulsing violently, stroking her pu**y, even though he was still inside her. It throbbed with his release, the feel of the blood pounding through it, throwing her into another orgasm so violent that she didn't have to worry about breathing, because she knew she must have died. Nothing could be so incredible and still allow life afterward. This was the pinnacle. This was ecstasy, and she would never survive.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Matthias found himself gently massaging Grace's diaphragm after the explosion that tore through her body. She was trying to laugh and gasp for breath at the same time, her face flushing with an edge of embarrassment.
He was still locked inside her, his muscles tight and rippling with the final spurts of his own release. His long black hair fell over his face and hid her expression, like a dark cocoon, insulating them from the world.
Tenderness filled him, as her soft gray eyes watched him with a pleasure reflected in her gaze. Her hands stroked his shoulders so gently, as his palm pressed beneath her ribcage, easing the tightness.
"That's so embarrassing," she finally whispered stroking his hair back from his face, as he kept his gaze locked on her.
God he loved her. Loved her until he could think of nothing but her.
"Overexcitement," he whispered, kissing her cheek tenderly, as he felt his c**k finally, blessedly, ease in its stiffness. "And a bit of fear, perhaps?"
Her lips tilted teasingly. "You have a few aspects that are a little overwhelming," she admitted. "But it's not totally your fault. Sometimes, I panic a little."
A little? Her diaphragm was relaxed now, and her breathing, though a little quick, was coming easier.
"Has it happened often since you were a child?" He questioned, easing from her, shuddering at the snug grip of her pu**y as he slid out.
"Oh." She breathed out hard at his movement. "That still feels good." Her hands slid over his shoulders and stroked down his chest, as he moved to lay beside her. She was a
gentle weight against his chest now, one slender leg tucked between his, as she pushed his hair back from his face once again.
"It doesn't happen a lot," she finally answered him. "It used to happen all the time when I was little. New situations or if I got scared or excited. My dad was in the army. Every time we heard of a new battle near his area, or if he was late coming home on leave, it would happen." Stress perhaps . Matthias thought as he tucked her closer to him.
"It hasn't happened since I hit my twenties. But then again, I've never been so excited in my life," she laughed, pulling her head back to stare up at him.
"Or perhaps so frightened?" he asked.
She shrugged, a wry smile on her face. "But it didn't happen when I saw you in Albrecht's suite. Or when you kidnapped me."
"Because you trusted me." He cupped her face in his hand, feeling his chest tighten at the knowledge of how much she had trusted him without even knowing it. "You knew I wouldn't kill without reason, Grace. Just, I think, as you knew that Albrecht was all he was accused of being." She didn't turn away from him now, nor did she avoid his look. "I knew," she finally whispered. "Inside. But you still scared the life out of me."
"Not enough to steal your breath," he reminded her.