“There’s no way.” She had to swallow past the dryness that attacked her mouth, but her lips still twitched in a vein of amusement. “My God, Stygian, that’s simply not going to fit.” And that was not her virginity speaking.
“Oh, I don’t think we’re going to have a problem with the fit,” he assured her. “The problem will be stopping once I get inside you.” His expression was so tight, so intense that once more she felt that punch of reaction to her stomach. A tightening of her womb, the clench of her pu**y and heated throb of her clit just before he swung her up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” Surprise had her locking her arms around his neck.
“You’re killing me here,” he growled as he strode to the bedroom. “If I don’t get you to the bedroom, I’m going to end up f**king you on the living room floor.”
Oh God.
She held her breath, forcing herself to hold on to her control.
But God, how she wanted him.
She could feel the inner muscles of her pu**y clenching, tightening, a sense of emptiness attacking the sensitive inner core.
She could feel her juices easing along the inner walls to the swollen labia below.
Reaching the bedroom, rather than placing her on the bed, he returned her to her feet next to it, one hand cupping her cheek as his head lowered, his lips taking hers once again.
One hand slid around her hip to the curve of her rear.
She rubbed against his thigh, grinding the swollen bud of her clit against the hard muscle.
It was so good. She wanted to cry with the pleasure of it tearing through her.
The blood thundered through her body, pounding torturously at her clit, her juices gathering along the folds of her pu**y, sensitizing it further. Small, mewling little cries left her lips, her arms tightened around his neck, her fingers spearing into his hair.
Suddenly each touch, each hint of a spicy taste that stroked against her tongue was hotter, the sensation amplified and so strong it would have brought her to her knees if Stygian hadn’t had one hand clamped to the curve of her rear to help her ride his thigh.
She had never known a hunger like this.
Hell, she had never known hunger for a man, period, until now.
And it was so much more than she expected.
Moving his hand from her cheek, it smoothed along her neck, her shoulder, between her br**sts.
Her bra loosened, the delicate lace cups separating before he pushed one back from her swollen breast. He cupped his palm around the under curve and lifted his lips from hers.
Tipping her head back, she forced her lashes open, staring up at him with dazed pleasure as his thumb raked over a nipple and his lips moved steadily closer to the rigid peak.
“Stygian.” The whimper of his name had him pausing.
It was only a pause. It only lasted long enough to find herself flat on her back across the bed, staring up at him in surprise.
In one second flat he’d shed his jeans and moved over her. Bracing himself with one hand, he hooked the fingers of the other in the band of her panties. With a quick jerk, he ripped the delicate lace from her hips.
Her gasp of shock was followed by a tumultuous cry as in the next breath Stygian had her thighs spread and his tongue raked through the swollen folds of her pu**y, sliding around the tortured ache of her clit.
Her hands went to his head, sliding through his hair before clenching a handful of strands with a desperate grip. His lips capped over her clit, he sucked it inside the heat of his mouth and laid his tongue to it like a wicked whip.
“What are you doing to me?” The strangled cry was filled with an agonizing need for release. Liza’s hips lifted, grinding against his lips as her orgasm remained just out of reach.
Each fiery brush of his tongue against the oversensitized bundle of nerves had her screaming breathlessly, her hips jerking, driving the overheated flesh harder against his lips as she begged for release.
Licking, stroking, his fingers caressing from her inner thighs to the clenched entrance of her pu**y, Stygian gave no quarter. Primal hunger and male dominance filled each touch, each primitive growl that rumbled in his chest.
Stroking over the narrow opening to her vagina, his fingers paused, pressed, working two of the calloused fingertips past the fluttering flesh to the inner tissue beyond.