“No more hiding from me,” he growled at her ear, his teeth nipping the lobe as his hips pressed against her again, pushing further inside her rear as another spurt of the natural lubricant eased and relaxed her flesh, making way for each shallow thrust that pushed him further inside her.
Liza was lost in a haze of sensations that made no sense. The need for more. Deeper. Harder.
Pain and pleasure combined as ejaculation of the pr**cum inside her heated the inner tissue of her rear, relaxed it, yet sensitized it further and burned her with an agony of pure sensation as his c**k eased deeper. Penetrating the tight ring of muscles just inside the entrance, he was suddenly lodged fully inside her, sliding in to the hilt as she screamed out at the piercing heat and near rapture suffusing her.
She couldn’t hold herself up. She was trying, but her arms were shaking as the sensations began to demand her full attention, her full strength. Clenching on the thick penetration, the inner muscles of her rear spasmed around his cock, flexing and shuddering in reaction to the possession as she felt the pillows suddenly being shoved beneath her.
She collapsed against them, her head turning to the side as Stygian’s teeth clenched lightly at the mark he had left on her shoulder and his hips began to move.
Each shallow thrust inside her tender flesh sent a furious surge of heat striking at her senses. Feminine weakness surged through her, a wave of sexual submission opening parts of her mind, her woman’s heart and soul that she never knew existed.
No, she would never hide from him again.
“Mine,” he snarled again before his tongue licked against the mark, sending another bolt of sensation to attack her nerve endings, to push her higher, deeper into the spiraling vortex of pleasure, pain, ecstasy and the dominating force of Stygian’s possession.
Her hips moved into each thrust, pushing back as he entered while cries fell from her lips each time he retreated. Feeling the f**king inside the ultratender depths, stretching the muscles there, burning her alive with a pleasure that built to a critical height, Liza was certain she would never survive it.
As the pleasure began to burn through her nerve endings, the feel of his hand pushing between her thighs, his fingers parting the folds of her pu**y, had her stilling in shock. A second later two fingers penetrated the depths of her vagina, stroking inside as he retreated partially from her rear, only to ease back as his hips pushed forward again.
As he synchronized the thrusts of his fingers with the engorged length of his cock, his thrusts became harder, deeper, faster.
Liza was screaming his name, or breathing it, trying to scream out at the agonizing pleasure building inside her, burning through her mind and tearing through her senses. Each thrust into the sensitive entrances only pushed her higher as the electric shock of each stroking thrust began to set fire to her nerve endings.
She was flying out of control. Gasping for air, her chest tight, her body tensing until she was certain she would break, certain she couldn’t bear more—
She exploded with a scream.
Her clitoris raked against the pad of his palm as it pressed against it, her pu**y flexed and tightened around his thrusting fingers as she felt the explosive contractions that began attacking her inner flesh. His c**k jerked back, leaving only half of the steely shaft buried inside her as she felt the widening of the shaft just outside the entrance.
His release began erupting inside her in hard, fiery spurts, filling her rear as his teeth locked in her neck and Liza began shuddering, jerking beneath him in an ecstasy, a blazing possession of her feminine spirit that she had no hope, no desire to ever retain.
She wanted nothing more than this pleasure. Nothing more than being held by her Breed, her mate. Being held by him, protected by him—
“Oh God, Stygian,” she cried out, unable to hold the ragged words inside any longer. “Oh God, I love you. I love you.” She was sobbing the words, the vows, the promise to always hold to him, to follow him, even if it meant following him into death.
Stygian growled at her shoulder, his hips jerking, pushing the swollen mating knot against her rear cheeks as another fiery blast of release filled her as her pu**y tightened on his fingers in yet another clenching shudder of rapture.
She was lost in the pleasure, in the possession, and in the Breed she knew would never leave her aching and lost.
She no longer had to hide, at least not from this man. Here, in his arms, she was who she was, whoever she wanted to be, however she needed to be.
Right here, held to him, she was safe, protected and loved.
She’d suffered hell and then lost herself. Now, in his arms, in his love, she’d found paradise and herself. And she knew he’d protect them both with the same fierce determination and strength of will he’d used to find her.
Forever.
Stygian would hold her forever.