"I didn't think I would make it," she whispered, but the sound was more a feminine purr of pure pleasure as her hands stroked over his shoulders, her nails scratching at his tough hide.
"You waited too long." He tensed, pleasure racing down his spine to stab at his balls at the feel of her nails. "I should spank you for letting yourself hurt like that."
She undulated against him, rubbing the lace of her panties over the sensitive shaft of his c**k and pressing her clit into the heat and hardness of him.
"I wanted to rub against you all day." She leaned forward, her ni**les searing into his chest as she did just that, rubbed against him as he watched her eyes darken, the iris turning nearly black as her lips moved to his neck.
Mercury could have never imagined he had the self-control to sit there and be tortured like this. The damp heat of her pu**y was like a brand through the sheer material of her panties as she rubbed against his cock.
Her touch was exquisite. Her lips over his shoulders, her hands stroking down the corded length of his arms as her hips undulated against him.
"Keep teasing me and I might not make it until you get to the taking part," he groaned.
She nipped his neck in retaliation.
"Damn you!" He tilted his neck to give her better access, cursing the pleasure that had his hips arching against her, his c**k head pulsing in delicious torture.
She nipped him again, then laved the little pleasure/pain center before her lips went lower. Tilting his head, he watched her, watched her expressive face, so filled with pleasure as she licked at his flesh, raked her teeth over it.
When her hot little mouth covered the hard disc of his male nipple, he swore he was going to come. Every muscle in his body tensed to hold back. His balls ached. His c**k flexed, throbbed, and a vicious groan tore from his throat.
That didn't stop her. He saw the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she sucked the hard disc into there and flicked her tongue over it. Her expression was mesmerized, mesmerizing. Flushed and filled with sensuality. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.
"Are you ready to take me yet?" She kissed to the center of his chest, pulling back, going to her knees on the floor as he stared down at her, nearly helpless with anticipation.
"That wasn't the deal," he groaned.
"We had a deal?" She nipped his stomach, just above the throbbing crest of his erection.
"Understanding?" He gasped.
"Maybe I don't understand why." She lifted her lashes and stared back at him, and he saw the vulnerability in her gaze, the hint of confusion.
"Then maybe you need to figure it out." He stared back at her, implacable. He wouldn't be moved from this. No matter how much either of them hurt for it. No matter the stubbornness he could see raging inside her. She had to understand whom he had mated. Whom his soul belonged to. To do that, she had to choose to accept, to take what was hers. Just as he had taken what was his.
"Breeds are stubborn." She lowered her head and blew a damp breath of air over the too-sensitive crest of his cock.
"You should know," he said hoarsely, then nearly gave a shout of agonizing pleasure when her mouth covered the flared, engorged crest and drew it into her mouth.
"Ah hell," he snarled as his hips jerked, plunging his flesh deeper into her mouth. "Ah God, Ria. You're killing me."
She was drawing on him, her mouth hungry, her tongue a lash of heated pleasure against the overly sensitive head. His nails dug into the couch cushions. He was certain fabric tore. His thighs bunched, and he felt consumed by her. He was consumed by her. His heart, his soul, the heat of his cock, and he wasn't going to last long if she kept this up.
"Ria," he groaned. "Baby. I'm too f**king close."
He pressed his head back along the couch, fighting for control. But she didn't ease up. She sucked and licked, her hands, sweet soft little hands, pumped the hard flesh of the shaft.
"Ria. Dammit. I'm going to f**king come." Yep, the cushions tore, the foam inside shredding beneath his nails. "Son of a bitch!"
A ragged yell tore from him as her mouth enclosed the head, only the head, sucked and drew the pulsing, streaming jets of release from him.
Agony pierced his balls, the underside of his c**k heat. The barb throbbed beneath the flesh, the milking motion needed to draw it free absent as she consumed the wash of his se**n. She sucked and licked and he was panting, a sweat sheen on his body as his c**k seemed harder, more viciously aroused than ever before.
He was seconds from insanity. Adrenaline raced through him, his vision blurred, hunger tearing through him with a force he couldn't seem to control.
And he could smell her need. It filled his head, drawing deep-throated growls from his chest as his head jerked up, watching as she rose over him, straddling him, the head of his c**k tucking against the soft, curl-shrouded folds of saturated flesh.
She began taking him. Her eyes locked with his as he felt her moving, liquid-tight heat surrounding the tortured flesh, working it inside her.