Placing his hands at her knees, he raised them, then spread her wide as he lowered his mouth to the swollen, wet curves of her aching cunt.
His tongue circled her cl*t with a ring of exquisite fire as he hummed in appreciation.
“You’re so damned wet I could drown in you,” he growled before licking again. It was a firm, destructive caress that went around and around her engorged clit, the sensations making her h*ps writhe as he stoked the fire in her pu**y higher, hotter.
“Kane, I can’t stand it,” she panted, her hands clenching into the cushions of the couch as she fought to keep her sanity. “Please, don’t torture me like this.”
A rough laugh vibrated against her wet flesh. “Torture you?” he asked gutturally. “Sherra, baby, you
don’t understand, if I don’t taste you I’m going to go out of my mind. All I can think of is the taste of your kiss, your hot little pu**y. How you screamed for me, how you came in my mouth. Come for me, baby, fill the hunger and then I’ll fulfill yours.”
She screamed his name as his tongue swiped through the bare slit of her cunt, a slow, appreciative lick as he hummed in pleasure.
“Fuck. Addictive,” he groaned. “I’ve never forgotten, Sherra, your sweet taste, your heat. I’ll die needing you…”
Sherra’s head thrashed against the couch as she cried out in rising demand. Her body was stretched, taut, every cell tightening with the rapid arcs of pleasure whipping through her. She fought to get closer, to grind her aching flesh into his mouth. The near urgency, the need for release, the clenching, brutal spasms of need flexing her womb were killing her. Her cl*t was a swollen knot of burning need, her vagina an ever-tightening cauldron of lust.
“Kane. God. I can’t stand it…” Her legs were trapped by her own clothing, her knees held wide by his hands as he devoured the thick syrup of her response, drawing it into his mouth, licking and groaning against her, delving into the blistering depths of her pu**y for more.
“Kane, please.” She nearly screamed his name. She couldn’t bear the pitiless convulsions in her womb any longer. Her body was in demand and only one thing would or could ease it. “Please. Please, Kane. Fuck me. I’m begging you…”
He groaned helplessly, his tongue plunging deep and hard inside her vagina, f**king her into a mindless frenzied urgency. She had never known anything so hot, or a hunger so deep. His tongue stoked the fires hotter, eating at her, lapping at her, until tremors of sensation shook her body remorselessly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned as he dragged his head from her pulsing cunt. “I’m starved for you, Sherra.”
He rose to his knees, his c**k heavy and engorged as he reached for her, forcing her to turn as she gasped in surprise. He pulled at the ties of one boot, removed it and then slid her pants leg off as he moved between her thighs.
There were few preliminaries. The need was too explosive, she had forced them to wait too long and Kane was hungry. His c**k plunged inside her, forcing its way past fist-tight muscles, stretching her with brutal strokes as his back arched, his h*ps working furiously as he fought to hold back the building cl**ax. Sherra couldn’t restrain her scream of pleasure or her own writhing hips. She worked her cunt on the thick c**k pistoning in and out of her vagina. Her legs clasped his hips, her back arched, and within minutes she dissolved. Hard, racking, the shudders of orgasm tightened her body to near breaking point as pleasure ripped through her. Not just pleasure…ecstasy, rapture, a blinding sensitivity she would have never believed possible if she hadn’t experienced it herself. It was almost never-ending, contraction after contraction tightening around his thrusting erection until it trapped him deep inside her, milking every drop of thick creamy seed trapped inside his balls.
His hands were hard on her hips, his male cries harsh and pulled roughly from the depths of his chest as
his body shook above her for long seconds. Finally, blissfully, the violent tremors of rapturous pleasure eased, releasing him to clasp against her, his mouth at her neck as he fought for breath. And he was still hard.
Sherra blinked back tears of weary knowledge. The Breed males were exceptionally powerful, built for endurance, allowing them to hold up beneath the intense eroticism of the mating heat. How would Kane endure it?
“I’m going to f**k you until neither of us can move,” he whispered at her neck as he began to thrust inside her again. “Until there’s nothing left of you or me, Sherra. Only us. Only the knowledge that you’ll never…” a hard thrust lifted her to him with a weak cry of growing hunger, “ever…” deeper, harder,
“fucking refuse me again…”
Chapter Nine
Kane helped her dress and carried her to his room hours later. Sherra was limp, exhausted in his arms and his c**k was still hard, raging with the need to be buried inside her again. As he undressed her and tucked her in the bed he sat down heavily in the chair beside it after undressing himself and just stared at her.
She was sleeping deeply—so deeply that the move had barely disturbed her. Dark shadows lay under her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights she had spent over the last few weeks. Nights spent pacing her room or roaming the mountain. Just as he had spent his nights. He leaned his head wearily against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. His erection throbbed like a damned toothache. He couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t spill his seed inside her fast enough or hard enough for satisfaction.
He smiled slowly. It would kill him, but damn if she wasn’t worth it. She was tight and hot, fitting him perfectly, gripping his c**k like a silken glove and making him work to fit the entire length inside her. No matter how slick and wet she got she was fist-tight around his bursting erection. Not that he was overly large, but he wasn’t lacking either.
He watched her, his heart heavy now, his emotions as jumbled together as his desires were. God alone knew how much he loved her. Loved her until his heart had ripped from his chest when he thought she was dead. He hadn’t wanted to live, hadn’t wanted to go on, it had hurt so bad to be without her. Every cell of his body had mourned her for eleven long, empty years. The night she had stepped from the shadows in Sandy Hook he had breathed for the first time since losing her. His heart had begun beating again, blood refreshing his body, reminding him he was indeed alive after that long emotional hibernation he had gone into. Suddenly, nothing else had mattered but touching her, holding her. Being a part of her. And she had hated him. He had seen it in her eyes, a pain that darkened the soul, a fury he could never extinguish by himself. He grimaced at the reasons behind it. Surging to his feet he pulled a pair of loose jogging pants on, wincing as his c**k tented the fabric away from his body.
Pacing to the balcony doors he stared into the darkness silently. She had lost their child, been raped, had suffered through a reaction to the drugs the scientists had given her with such violence it had nearly killed her. And even after the escape her torment hadn’t been over. She had endured years of building arousal so intense the physical pain was destructive. She had suffered in ways he could never imagine, and sometimes he wondered if it would ever end. Kane crossed his arms over his chest as he sighed wearily. He had forced her into accepting the mating heat. Had taken her kiss, knowing she would have no choice after the hormone was shared between them. Was he any better than the guards who had raped her in those labs?
“Kane.” He turned quickly to her voice.
She lay watching him, her green eyes darkening as she glimpsed his aroused body.
“You’re hurting,” she said softly, moving to pull the blankets back from her na**d body.
“No.” He was there before she could finish the move. “You should sleep, baby. You’re exhausted.”