Uncoordinated, so eager to sate the hunger that only grew from the release, Rachel fell to her side, scrambled up and threw her leg over his hips. She wanted him inside her now. She wanted that hard, fiery length of his c**k shafting through the tightening muscles that spasmed in longing for his possession.
She had no more risen over him when he filled his hands with her br**sts and lifted his head. His mouth sucked one tight, tortured nipple into his mouth, stilling her movements.
She would take him in a minute, she told herself as her hands braced against his shoulders to hold her weight. Just a second. First. This was so good. His tongue lashed at her nipple now, his teeth raked over it, sending those shards of brutal bliss to strike at the heart of her womb before speeding to her pu**y.
She needed him. Her head shook. She wanted him now, but she didn't want this to stop. She wanted him to suck her ni**les. She wanted his hot mouth on her and his even hotter c**k inside her.
Jonas fought to keep the animalistic instincts inside himself from taking over. He fought to hold on to the human parts of himself, to retain just enough of his senses to hold back, to make this so good for her that she would do it again and again.
And damn if he hadn't almost succeeded. He had managed to hold on to that last thread of sanity. Then she moved, her hips slid lower as he sucked at her nipple, loving the taste of it.
Her pu**y, so slick and wet, parted over the tight, engorged head of his dick, and he was lost. Hell, lost nothing, he was a madman, pure f**king animal so eager to thrust inside her that his hips immediately plowed upward, driving several inches inside her with no care or restraint.
And she loved it. He felt her pu**y clench around him, heard her muted moan of bliss and felt her nails digging into his shoulders as she held on to him.
Her hips were moving, churning. His mate was no easy lover when the wildness gripped her. She was demanding everything he had to give, working herself on the hard shaft, her pu**y milking it, stroking white-hot fingers of complete ecstasy over and down his c**k until it struck his balls with destructive sensation.
He gripped her hips tight, trying to hold her back. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to take her like the animal he knew he was created to be.
But she wasn't having it. The more he fought to hold back, the tighter her pu**y sucked at his dick, the hotter it got. She fought to twist against him, to ride him herself as he fought just as hard to control the desperate lunges of his hips.
He wanted to f**k her hard and deep. He wanted to drive his c**k inside her and hear her begging for more, screaming for it.
"Fuck me!" She jerked in his arms as she did just that. "Damn you, Jonas, let me go." She tried to slap at his hands, to force his hold from her.
"Rachel. Baby. Not yet," he pushed out between clenched teeth. "Not yet."
He was fighting to breathe, the pleasure was so intense. He could feel the barb trying to emerge, his release building in his balls.
Then her head lowered, and she bit him. Damn her, her teeth sank into his shoulder as a wild, completely abandoned cry of need fell from her lips and stole his determination to take her easy.
His hands fell from her hips. His palms slapped to the bed, fingers clenching in the blankets as his claws emerged and bit into the cloth, and he let her have her way.
He let her steal his heart, his soul, his very being as he threw his head back and roared out his pleasure. Streaks of intense, volatile sensation wracked his spine, his muscles. Pleasure was a white-hot orb surrounding his body, and Rachel was the center of it.
Rachel had never known anything like the hard, shuddering tremors of bliss tearing through her. The feel of Jonas's c**k powering inside her, pushing deep and hard, raking across sensitive tissue and delicate nerve endings, was like a fiery vortex surrounding her body.
She was burning alive. Perspiration gathered along her body, slicking her, creating another sensation to add to the others. Lifting her lips from Jonas's shoulder, she stared down at him, seeing the sweat roll down the side of his face, his silver eyes gleaming back at her, his neck straining as he f**ked her with complete abandon.
She had him. Right here, right now. This was the man and the animal, and both were completely focused on her and the pleasure crashing through them.
Her back arched as a particularly intense storm of pure sensation throbbed through her pu**y, stroked over her clit, over and over again. She couldn't escape it, she didn't want to. Her head fell back on her shoulders as she lifted and lowered herself, mating the hard, driving rhythm of Jonas's body beneath her.
She could feel the storm building inside her. Like heady whorls of pure fire, it began to stroke inside her body, wrapping through it, around her, circling her in ever-tightening bands of erotic agony as she began to cry Jonas's name.
She had to come. She was going to die if she didn't. And if she did, could she survive it? Her muscles began to flex, her womb convulsed, her pu**y began to spasm and clench, tightening and stroking his steel-hard c**k as he shafted inside her. Harder, faster. It was building. It was tightening. It was burning . . .
She tried to scream. Was she screaming? She felt it explode with a force that bent her backward, the only thing holding her grounded was Jonas as his hands jerked up, cradled her back, held her to him as the storm ruptured inside her.
Shaking, shuddering convulsions of white-hot sensation raked up her spine. It tore across her nerve endings. She wanted to wail his name but she didn't have the breath. She wanted to scream for mercy, but couldn't even whisper for it.
Her nails bit into his arms as he suddenly jerked her forward, her head falling to his shoulder as his teeth bit into her shoulder, locking in, holding her still as the pleasure-pain evoked another, harder eclipse of volcanic sensation that sped through her.
Then she felt it.
His release was white-hot, spurting inside her as she felt a sudden thickening, a swelling, the emergence of the thumb tip-sized barb as it stretched from beneath the head of his c**k and locked into a spot so sensitive, so agonizingly tender, and began to burn it with blistering pleasure.
Rachel lost her mind. Not that she had much left at that point, but that sensation, the white-hot vibration, the rubbing, the tiny, firm throbbing against that center of nerve endings tore her mind free.