Gritting his teeth until his jaw knotted, he tightened his hands on her thighs, holding them wide as he knelt, poised at the entrance of the slick, fiery folds of flesh cupping the broad head of his cock.
Flames licked at the sensitive crest, raced to the tightly drawn sac below and had the heavy, broad shaft throbbing in desperation. The animal that prowled and paced inside his body had taken control and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.
Except enjoy it. Enjoy the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever experienced in his life.
She’d managed to hide from him for two days. Two miserable, agonizing days spent while the demons of the past tortured him with the visions of the fate she could be facing. Two days of a building hunger that knotted his balls and had the stiffness of his c**k increasing until he swore the need to release would kill him.
There would be no running from this woman.
No escaping his mate.
Running his hands higher along her thigh as his hips rocked against her, he found the sweet, saturated folds with his thumbs. Parting them to reveal the swollen, distended little bud of her clit, he thrust harder against her, filling the entrance to her cunt with the throbbing crest of his cock.
God, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to hold back long enough to bring her to release first.
A growl rumbled in his chest at the thought, a denial of such a thing occurring. Nothing mattered but her protection and her pleasure. If he could do nothing else, he would give his life to protect her and every second he could beg, borrow or steal to bring her pleasure.
Exerting the slightest bit of pressure at the sides of her throbbing little clit, he rocked against her further, pushing the stiff erection deeper inside her as her breathless little cry had his abdomen tightening in agonizing pleasure.
He’d never known pleasure like this. Never known that taking a woman could be so damned exhilarating. Even that first night, it hadn’t been this damned good. And that only proved the rumors he’d heard of the pleasure to be found in a mate’s arms.
“This is insane,” she cried out, her head thrashing against the bed as her hips jerked against him, pushing him deeper as he watched the soft flesh hugging his c**k part further for the heavy width of the shaft spearing inside her.
Fuck, it was so damned erotic.
The sight of her slick dew soaking her silken folds, lying in a thick layer against the most delectable flesh. As his erection parted the folds, it clung to him, glistening on the heavily veined shaft as it was forced from inside her, coating him, slicking her.
The excess of her moisture did nothing to ease the clenching tightness of her pu**y, though. It flexed and milked the thick crest penetrating her before sucking at it, trying to draw him deeper. He could feel her stretching for him, hear her cries as she took each inch he worked inside her.
She was so tight. So tight and sweet and hot that it was all he could do to bear it. Like a heavy fist clenching and unclenching around the sensitized head and shaft as he f**ked inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned as her hips jerked again, burying him deeper still. “Take me, just like that. So f**king tight and hot.”
He lifted his gaze to her face, watching as her lashes drifted open. As her gaze met his, the short little nails tipping her fingers clenched on his lower arms and bit into his skin. An erotic demand, an assurance that she was as lost to the pleasure as he was becoming.
“Kick your ass later,” she moaned, her hips shifting, pressing, working his c**k deeper as he fought to keep from taking her like the animal he knew he was. Hard and fast, riding her until the explosion took them both.
“You do that.” The snarl in his voice warned him—
Ah God, he had to hold on, just a moment. Just a minute. He could feel the tight hug and flex of her cunt on his shaft, working it, stroking it. She was close. So f**king close to coming for him.
Let him take her like the man he wanted to be—
“Rule—” It was that edge of panic in her voice that pulled him back, that reminded him of the unique way the animal had of showing itself.
“It’s okay, baby,” he promised, pressing deeper, the sharp sensitivity just beneath the head of his c**k assuring him that release was rapidly approaching. “I swear. It’s all okay.”
An involuntary flex of his hips had the silken flesh gloving him tightening further, clench and release, stroking him like a silky, slick fist, so f**king tight that the pleasure ripped through his balls.
Her gaze was locked on his, the heated kiss of her juices against his c**k head an added pleasure that tore at the fragile thread of his control. He wasn’t going to make it much longer. He couldn’t make it much longer.
Pulling back until only the head of his erection remained inside her, Rule thrust against her sharply, burying halfway, pulled back, then drove his c**k hard, deep, to bury full length inside the slick, too-snug flex of the sweetest little cunt he’d ever been inside.
The pleasure . . .
The sweet, brutal ecstasy . . .
It was all the animal needed to break free.