Her senses were being thrown out of control. Pleasure intensified to the point that she was certain she couldn’t stand another second. Couldn’t bear the need to orgasm for a heartbeat longer, only to be thrown higher. To burn hotter.
“Rule, please. Damn you, let me come,” she cried out, feeling his tongue licking against the flesh clenched between his teeth as a rumbled growl vibrated against her back and at her ear.
His hips pounded against her rear, his c**k shuttling hard and deep, caressing and stroking the oversensitized flesh of her pu**y until she thought she would go mad with the sensations tearing through her.
“Please,” she moaned against his bicep, feeling it flex beneath her lips. “Please, f**k me hard. Harder.”
He growled, the pace increasing, the iron-hard flesh shafting inside her faster, harder, stroking and burning through flesh as the delicate tissue clenched and tightened around each thrust until she felt that inferno building inside her reaching a critical peak.
The hand gripping her hip slid between her thighs, finding the agonizingly swollen bud of her clit with the callused tips of his fingers.
That touch against live nerve endings screaming out for him shattered her. It began with a rapid-fire implosion that stole her breath. Ecstasy crashed in upon her senses, drawing her body tight as her teeth bit into the hard flesh of his bicep.
Lightning struck at her clit, speared into her pu**y, then gathered in force to clench at her womb as it suddenly went from an internal influx of pure pleasure to a series of fiery explosions of such ecstatic fury that her sight blurred to a whitescape of brilliant, bursting light.
She was unaware how hard she bit into his bicep as she felt the internal detonations overtake her. She was only barely aware of his teeth penetrating the flesh at the bend of her neck and shoulder. Each sensation was just another white-hot burst of rapture shuddering through her body, jerking her in his grip as she felt the additional thickness of that added erection inside her, locking him inside her.
The feline Breed barb.
She could feel it locking into the area of her G-spot, rasping and caressing flesh so well hidden on a woman that it took a very experienced lover to find and caress it properly.
Nature had given the feline Breeds a little additional help there, just as it had in other areas. Several rapid-fire bursts of sensation struck at her sense as Rule locked inside her. They amplified the release ripping at her senses, sent her flying higher, until she was nothing but a creature of pure sensation. She wanted, needed, nothing but this pleasure.
This Breed possessing her.
She was lost and she knew it.
Gypsy could feel the imprint of that truth searing inside her soul. She was lost to him. There was no escaping him, because she knew, mating be damned, she would never be able to do without this pleasure again. And that terrified her. Because anything a woman couldn’t do without was guaranteed to destroy her when it was taken from her.
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What the f**k had he done?
What the f**k was going on?
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
It was all he could do to hold his weight from her as he found they’d both collapsed to the floor of the shower. Warm water still flowed around them, though the heat that had filled it earlier was absent.
And he needed to get his ass off his mate and turn off the water before she became chilled.
The thought of that actually had him moving. Every instinct inside him warned him that protecting her, no matter how slight the danger or effect on her health, was of paramount importance.
What did she do to him?
This wasn’t Mating Heat. Mating Heat was the inability to be apart. It was the need to f**k, to procreate, no matter the obstacles.
This wasn’t Mating Heat. It was the animal’s response to the man’s automatic thoughts about a woman he was trying desperately not to love. And he’d already failed.
Forcing his muscles from the limpest stage they had likely ever known, Rule moved to his feet, quickly turned off the water, then knelt to help his mate from the shower tiles.
“Just go ’way,” she mumbled as he lifted her into his arms before placing her on the wide built-in shower seat and grabbing a towel.
She slumped against the corner, eyes closed, her long hair hanging in sodden ringlets around her face and dripping water down her br**sts and on her thighs. Her head rested against the corner of the shower, the green of her eyes gleaming between her lowered lashes.
“Get dressed or something.” Her voice was still sleepy, lazy, no doubt the reason why she surprised him when her hand flashed out and jerked the towel from his grip.