She had never liked the power games men played in bed. The pain that they believed would force submission of her sexuality to them. The calculation in each act. With Mercury, there was none of that, but each hard tug at her hair had her moaning with pleasure. She liked it with him. It wasn't calculated. It was pleasure. It was the man following her into that shadowed realm of hungers that she knew had never been sated until his touch. And then, it had only been satisfied until he touched her again.
"Beautiful," he groaned. "The feel of your mouth, Ria. Damn." He arched, pressing more into her mouth as she retreated.
She wrapped her fingers around the heavy stalk of flesh, with no hope of surrounding it completely, and stroked. Her lips slid from the head, caressed down the shaft, and she licked and sucked at the tight sac below, as his hands deepened the fire in her scalp.
She felt the scrape of his nails against her head. Those blunted claws, the physical representation of the animal inside him, and she nearly came from the feel of it.
Her clit was swollen, throbbing. Need was knifing through her body, and the hunger for more of him was driving her mouth.
"Keep this up, Ria, I'll come." His voice was thick, almost a purr itself, with a growl throbbing beneath it. "I'm going to fill that pretty mouth if you don't stop."
She sucked him deeper, tightening her lips and her mouth around the broad head and working it with her tongue, with the roof of her mouth. She loved it, laved it; she moaned around it.
His hand tightened more and she whimpered with the ecstatic pleasure. She sucked him more, needing his taste. She needed it, ached for it.
"Ria. Damn you." He pulled at her hair again.
Moving one hand from his cock, she raked her nails down his thighs and would have cried out at the force with which his hips jerked.
His hands held her still then; a snarl left his lips and his seed spurted hard, hot, filling her mouth with that wild taste as she fought to consume each heated pulse.
She was almost coming herself from the sheer excitement of it, the taste of him. The taste was like fire, burning through her cells and filling her with something just as wild as the lust burning between them.
When she had taken all he had to give her, he surprised her again. Shocked her. He pulled her along his body, gripped her hips, and before she realized his intention he'd buried several hard inches inside the weeping depths of her pu**y.
He was still aroused. Still iron-hard and hungry.
Resisting the force of his hands, she lifted, opening her eyes to stare down at him before she took those inches again, working herself on the thick intrusion and loving every second of it.
She had never had a lover take her after finding his own release. Hell, she had never been with a man who could find his release more than once in a forty-eight-hour period.
"Take me." Mercury stared back at her.
She smiled into the fierce set of his features. Savage lust gleamed in his eyes, in the hard, sharp angles of his face.
"Make me."
Challenge. Defiance.
Mercury stared into Ria's eyes and saw the things he had never seen in another woman's. Acceptance.
The animal lust was rising inside him, something he had always fought before, something he had no ability to fight with Ria. And he saw her acceptance of it.
He'd never had a woman go down on him. They feared his release, the infection of his se**n. He'd never had one take him. His Ria was taking him. Struggling against him, challenging him to take her, begging him to.
"You don't want me to do that, Ria," he groaned, his hands clenching on her hips. "Take me, baby. Don't do this to both of us."
He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to release the primal lust pounding in his veins and demanding that he f**k her as he wanted to.
She gave him a sexy little pout, lifted her hips, wiggled against his hold and teased him more. Her tight pu**y, so f**king tight it burned into his flesh, clenched and milked at the engorged head of his cock. But just the head. She was tormenting him with the hold she had on him. She was tempting a part of him he had never allowed to rise inside him.
"Maybe that's exactly what I want, Mercury." She leaned forward and nipped his lips.
When he tried to catch her kiss, she shook her head and a light, sexy laugh left her.
"Ria." The warning was ignored as she lifted again, nearly freeing her body of him before he slammed his hips upward, taking more of her, but not enough. "This is the wrong time to tease, sweetheart."
"Take me again, Mercury," she whispered, her nails digging into his chest. "I dare you."