She swung one leg over his waist, above the heavily engorged head of his erection, and leaned forward as his hands shot from beneath his head and spread into her hair.
Her lips came down on his.
"Give it to me," she demanded, nearly panting for the taste of him now. "Give it to me now."
All if it. His touch, his possession, his heart as fully as he claimed hers.
His head lifted, his lips slanting over hers and his tongue in her mouth. The glands beneath it were swollen and heavy, spilling the electric taste of lust into her mouth. It was addictive. She needed it. Needed it even as it made her writhe. She pressed her mound against his hard abs and whimpered at the feel of her swollen clit caressing the taut muscles there.
She reveled in the pleasure, in his touch, in the knowledge, that for now, this moment, he was all hers.
She sucked at his tongue, tangled her own with it and felt his kiss rock her soul. It was as deep, as hungry, as her own. A growl rumbled in his chest, caressed the hard tips of her br**sts and sent a vibration of pleasure streaking through her.
She was too needy, too hungry to wait. He said to take what she needed. And she needed desperately. Needed all of him, physically, emotionally.
Her hips lifted, slid down until the engorged crest met the slick, swollen folds of her sex.
Mercury pulled his tongue back, nipped at her lips and then returned that spicy taste to her as she began to work herself on his hard cock.
Excitement exploded inside her. She controlled this. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she felt the hormone from his tongue invading her system. She devoured every taste of it as her hips worked against his cock. She eased down the length of it, crying out into his mouth as his hands cupped the swollen mounds of her br**sts.
His fingers flicked over her ni**les. His tongue pumped into her mouth as she fought to hold on to it. But she controlled the erection the depth she took with each movement of her hips, the length of the stroke, how it stroked her, how it stretched her.
She controlled the powerful, primal force of the male below her, and she could feel it. She gloried in it. He growled beneath her, but he didn't attempt to stop her.
When her head drew back, she stared down at him, watching the sweat bead on his forehead, the grimace that revealed the wicked canines at the side of his mouth.
"Do you love me, Ria?" he groaned. "Give me that, baby. Love me."
She stared down at him, loving him with everything in her soul.
"I love you past sanity," she finally whispered, and cried out in pleasure as his hips jerked beneath her.
She barely had half the length inside her. He was stretching her; she swore that damned hormone either made him larger or her smaller, because the pleasure/pain of the entry already had her on the verge of coming.
"God, you're so thick," she moaned.
"You're so tight," he growled back, his head grinding into the pillow. "Take me, Ria. I'm going to have a f**king stroke waiting."
She paused. A slash of red stained his cheekbones; gold glittered in those artic blue eyes and arousal twisted his expression.
He had the look of a man hanging on to his control by only the thinnest grip. But the fingers that plucked at her ni**les didn't hurt her. Each touch was primed for her pleasure. For her excitement. For her needs. His gaze filled with tenderness, loving her just as he had before another woman had destroyed her world. She had no choice but to love him the same, to love him more, because she was desperate to fill herself as deeply with him as possible.
"Ria. Move dammit," he growled. "Fuck me."
She moved slowly, lifting and lowering her hips as she watched him. Was this how she looked when he took her? Demented with pleasure? Dazed with the need ricocheting through her?
Hunger, need and desperation filled his expression. It throbbed in his cock, pounded inside her pu**y and had her twisting her hips against him and moaning at the effect.
His teeth clenched, jaw bunching with tension.
"You're killing me," he groaned, his eyes narrow slivers of blue as he stared back at her.
He was killing her.
She lifted and took more of him, her back arching, thrusting her br**sts out to his hands as she braced herself against the hard planes of his stomach.
This was exquisite. Taking him an inch at a time, feeling him stretching her at her pace, experiencing sensations she had never known before.