It was an intoxicating elixir. It fed the need already burning inside her; like gasoline to flames, it exploded through her senses and sent fiery lashes of exquisite pleasure ripping through her.
It wasn't a gentle thing. The need that arose inside her wasn't tame or calm, it was as wild as the hunger that raged in his eyes, in his expression. As wild as the animal whose genetics he shared.
A moan of pleasure left her throat as her lips parted and she drew the engorged head into her mouth.
What had she unleashed?
Jonas's head fell back as his hands flew to her head, his fingers gripping it, holding her still, everything inside him fighting to pull free of the wicked grip of her lips.
Damn her. He was holding her still to keep her from moving on his cock, but she was still destroying him. She was suckling at the engorged head with greedy flexes of her mouth, licking over the crest of his dick as though he were a favored treat.
He couldn't resist. His hips flexed, shifted. He watched as the flushed, wide crest slid just to her lips, then he pressed inside once again.
Again. He did it again, and again. It was a pleasure so intense, so violent, he swore he felt his knees shaking for a moment before he tightened them. His entire body was taut, tense with lightning-fast, erotic fingers of sensation.
He was f**king her mouth with slow, easy strokes. The tight, wet grip, her flickering tongue drove him crazy with need, with hunger.
Ah God, he couldn't bear it. He fought it. He couldn't come like this. He couldn't risk whatever unknown results . . .
His hands locked on her head again, stopping the rapid strokes of her mouth. Not that it stopped her. Once again she sucked, her tongue flicked, rivulets of heated, pulsating pleasure wracking his balls as he forced himself to pull back, forced himself from the ecstatic grip of her lips.
Snarling, he fought to restrain the hunger racing through him and lost.
"I needed to tell you . . ." He turned her, pressed her hands to the wood table and urged her to bend over.
Like this. The wildness inside him would have it no other way. Only here, only behind her, could he grip her as he needed, could his teeth lock into her shoulder and the hormone in his tongue spill to her system with maximum results.
Gripping the shaft of his cock, he pressed it against her, grimacing at the feel of her juices lubricating the crown, slickening it to allow for easier penetration.
The tiny entrance of her vagina parted, sucking at the head as he pressed it closer, clenching, urging him inside.
Her back arched as the scent of her pleasure whipped around him. He had to fight to hold back a roar as she cried out when he pressed the head of his c**k tighter against the slick, fiery portal of her sweet pu**y.
Bending, he pushed inside, felt the tight gripping muscles as they began to part for him, his c**k bare as he began to forge his way into the sleek heat of her pu**y.
"I'm sorry, Rachel." He felt the sweat drip down his face, watched as it fell to her shoulder a second before his lips moved to the vulnerable bend of her neck.
He was going to bite her. He could feel it. Animalistic, pounding, the strident demand of the animal was impossible to ignore.
Right there. Close to the heavy vein that meant life or death.
She was shaking. He felt her shuddering even as he felt the snug, wet heat of her body gripping him.
He was losing all restraint. He was losing his grip on what little awareness he had. There was nothing but the woman, nothing but the pleasure. Nothing but the fist-tight grip enveloping his c**k as a snarl tore from his lips and he powered inside her.
Rachel's back arched.
Pleasure-pain streaked through her as she felt the sudden, fierce thrust that parted the tender tissue and filled her with exquisite, blinding heat.
She couldn't hold on. Her nails dug into the edge of the table as she began to move, her hips thrusting back, her muscles clenching on him as he began to move behind her.
His hips rolled, knees bent. She felt his claws at her hips, digging in with stinging heat, a pleasure-pain that added to the deep, driving thrusts inside her body as he f**ked her deep, hard.
With her back to him, she had no choice but to concentrate on the pleasure. There were no distractions. She couldn't see his eyes, couldn't watch his expression, and it combined to send pleasure screaming through her system.
She was flying through ecstasy. She was thrown past reality into a world where nothing but the blistering, driving hunger existed. Where nothing mattered but this moment, this man. This pleasure.
It built inside her, tightening, tensing, burning. Wracking shudders raced up her spine. Agony gripped her clit as she felt the world beginning to unravel around her.