“Take it off,” she cried out as his lips moved from hers to spread hungry kisses to her jaw, her neck. “Take it off now.”
Levering to his knees, he jerked at the hem, intent on doing just that as she lifted herself as well and began tugging at his belt. Loosening the leather, she pushed it out of her way to jerk at the tabs of his jeans, pulling at the closures to part the material and release the heavy width of his cock.
She didn’t bother to glance up at him. The thick, heavily veined shaft throbbed, pulsing with the need to fill her with his release. To thicken inside her and lock him so intimately inside her that there was no escaping for either of them.
Neither physically or emotionally.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered as a bead of pr**cum eased from the slit at the wide crest.
Bending her head, lifting her gaze to stare up at him, she let her tongue lick over the flared c**k head, her inner muscles tightening as need burned through her clit, swelling it further.
“Ah hell, baby.” One hand buried in her hair, tearing it loose from the clip that held it back from her face as her lips parted and slid over the engorged crest. “Ah f**k yes. Wrap your pretty mouth around it.”
She was drunk on excitement now, flying into a super- nova of sensation as Stygian’s fingers clenched her hair, tugging at the strands and creating a pleasure/pain sensation that rocked her to her core. As her lips surrounded his c**k head, she stretched them with the same erotic sting as his c**k pushing into her pu**y. The hunger for him began to overwhelm her.
The thick crest filled her mouth, throbbing in it as she used her tongue to lick and rub at the underside as she tasted the salt and male essence of him and moaned with her need for more.
It was so erotic, so sexually charged that electric fingers of sensation pricked over her flesh, driving her higher into the wicked heat of a hunger she had no will to resist.
Who she was wasn’t who she was. Her friend was someone other than who Liza had believed her to be.
It didn’t matter that they had made the choice to take this destiny. All that mattered was finding herself here and now. With her mate’s dick pushing between her lips, stretching them as a growl rumbled in his chest from the pleasure—that was all that mattered.
The world outside the heavy steel door could go to hell for all she was aware of at the moment.
As her lips sucked, her tongue stroked, Liza pushed at the denim until it was below his thighs, giving her unlimited access to the tight, hairless sac of his balls.
Oh God, she needed more of him.
Stroking the tightly drawn flesh beneath his c**k as she worked over the engorged c**k head, licking it, sucking at it, she teased the flesh below with her fingers as she stroked and teased it with merciless hunger.
She needed to drive him to that brink of control where nothing mattered but her. Where his only thought was burying himself so deep inside her pu**y that they were no longer two entities, but merged into one. That place where pleasure, both physical and emotional, joined and burned them from the inside out, melding them together.
“Sweet Liza.” He groaned above her. “That’s it, baby, suck my dick. Work that pretty mouth over it.”
Her pu**y clenched, spilling more of her juices as her clit throbbed desperately and her vagina ached to feel the heavy width burrowing between her thighs.
“Ah, baby, I’m going to die right here if you don’t stop.”
His c**k seemed to thicken in her mouth, the head pulsing, pounding at the roof of her mouth as she moaned in excitement, arousal tearing through her at the knowledge that he was close, so close to coming for her.
As that thought flashed through her brain, a heavy spurt of the pr**cum that always filled her as his c**k began penetrating her pu**y filled her mouth.
She had only a second to recognize the taste of the mating hormone his kiss held. That, and the heated sensation of a taste resembling cinnamon and coffee before he was jerking back from her, his erection pulling from her lips. A second later she found herself flipped to her stomach as his hands gripped her hips and dragged her to him, pushing her knees under her until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed.
The head of his c**k slid through the cleft of her ass, paused at the tiny opening there, and as her lips parted on a cry, the heated ejaculation spurted against her rear entrance, penetrating it, and suddenly sending a blinding, fiery flare of sensation tearing through her forbidden flesh.
“Mine,” he groaned above her as one hand shaped the curve of her hip and the other held his c**k flush against the clenched entrance to her anus.
Seconds later another hard spurt shot against the opening, penetrating further, relaxing the tight opening and sending a surge of need racing up her spine.
Oh God, she hadn’t expected this, not like this, not this soon. She may have ached for it when his finger pierced her there, but she hadn’t imagined—
“My mate,” he snarled above her again, leaning over her, the naked flesh of his chest against her back as the iron-hard crest pressed, parting the ultratight entrance and stretching it to accommodate the unusually thick width attempting to penetrate it.
Pleasure tore through her nerve endings as a cry rasped her throat, her fingers digging into the blankets beneath her as behind her, Stygian began working the width inside her. Each time her muscles clenched at the hard c**k head burrowing inside the previously unexplored tissue.
Agonizing ecstasy—there shouldn’t be such a thing, she thought hazily—pierced her anus along with his cock, shooting through the exposed nerve endings until she was screaming into the blankets and backing into the impalement.