Stygian’s fingers tightened at her hips as he held her in place for each impaling of the fierce width of his cock. Working inside the snug heat of her pu**y, the broad shaft caressed violently sensitive tissue and pushed her closer, harder, toward the burning center of ecstasy.
“Stygian, please,” she begged, the sensations agonizing, so filled with such sharp, brutal pleasure that she feared she’d lose her mind from his possession. “Oh God, please. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
Out of her mind with the sheer erotic rapture, she lost herself to it. Control was gone. It couldn’t exist alongside such exquisite sensations.
The shields protecting her heart and soul evaporated, turned to dust beneath the certainty that this man, this Breed, was the one anchor that would protect her through any storm.
Releasing her hold on those emotions seemed to open her further to the pleasure, allowing it to build with sharper, more heated intensity.
She couldn’t bear it.
She couldn’t live through it.
As her inner flesh sucked at his shuttling erection, she couldn’t help releasing the mat with one hand, her arm curving back to bury her fingers in the long silken strands of his hair as it fell over her shoulder and face.
He licked at the mark on her shoulder.
His incisors raked over the little wound, and she knew—
Liza shuddered at the knowledge.
Her thighs clenched, her pu**y gripped his c**k tighter, spasmed and with a desperate, agonized cry, she felt herself suddenly hurtling through the blazing, blinding center of pure ecstasy—a rapture that imploded, crashed inside her and began setting off an explosive series of fireworks that radiated through her body.
Behind her, Stygian was still f**king her. The hard, driving strokes powered inside her with a force that triggered one ecstatic explosion after the next.
Throbbing violently, the blood pounding through heavy veins, each impalement was another sharp, brutally explosion burst of release until he buried inside her with one last desperate thrust. A snarl sounded behind her a breath before the sharp incisors sank into the mating mark once more.
She was jerking beneath him.
She was melting around him.
The feel of his release spurting inside her, the mating knot suddenly extending a portion of the already broad length of his cock, locking her in the desperately flexing muscle that milked at it, sent her rushing headlong into an explosion of pure violent ecstasy.
An agony of rapture held her suspended, exploding over and over again inside the quaking depths of her pu**y. Spurt after spurt of heated se**n gushed inside her, filling the depths of her pu**y as tears of agony and ecstasy spilled from her eyes.
It seemed never ending. The waves upon waves of such overwhelmingly intense sensation tore reality from her mind and kept her hips jerking against his, her body shuddering until she feared there was no way to survive it.
But as each pulse of ecstasy became shorter, less dramatic, until finally, with one last wave of electrified sensation, Liza found herself collapsed against the mat, soaked with perspiration and weak with exhaustion.
Behind her, his c**k still locked in the heavy muscles of her pu**y, his tongue lapping at the mating mark, easing the bite, Stygian’s breathing was harsh, growls emanating from his throat at irregular intervals.
As the pleasure eased and a shadow of reality returned, she could feel the change within herself. Some feeling, some knowledge she wasn’t yet certain of, that she knew would change her forever.
The knowledge of it had a wave of fear just waiting to tear through her.
“What have you done to me?” She was too exhausted, too drained to feel anything other than repletion at the moment.
Repletion, and a certainty that there was no preparing herself for what was to come.
“The same thing you’ve done to me.” His voice was heavy, dark and indolent with the pleasure and release that had swept through him as well.
“And what is that?” She had to force each word past her lips.
Exhaustion was making her voice slurred, heavy. Making herself worry was impossible. Fear didn’t have a chance.
Yet.
As she waited for him to speak, she felt him shudder above her, the knot that had locked him inside her slowly receding and losing possession of her inner flesh.