“Please.” She tightened her fingers in his hair and lifted her hips as a strangled cry of aroused fury left her lips when his hands clamped on her thighs, holding them open, holding her still. “Damn you, Stygian, damn you. Fuck me. Oh God, please make me come, Stygian.”
What she released at that point, she wasn’t certain if she should be terrified of, or if she should revel in the primitive hunger of the animal that came over her.
His lips were drawn back, those wicked incisors were gleaming in demand. His eyes, once black with blue highlights, were now a startling, sapphire blue and gleaming with a raging hunger.
Hard hands caught her beneath her knees, bending them, pushing them back as he knelt before her.
She lifted her hips and glanced down at the dark width of the heavy erection tucking between the folds of her pu**y. Slowly, her gaze lifted to his again, and she swore in his face she could see a hint of the Wolf part his genetics were taken from.
“Mate.” His gaze narrowed as the snarl lifted his lips.
At the same time, her gaze widened at the pulse of his c**k against the entrance of her pu**y, the feel of a heated fluid spurting against the clenched tissue inside bringing a shocked gasp from her lips.
“Stygian?” She trembled beneath him, her hands clamping to his powerful forearms as an electric tingle began to emanate through the inner flesh.
“It’s okay, baby.” The sound of his voice was a rough, sensual rasp.
Then he pressed forward.
The burn of the erotic stretch had her breath catching, because the pleasure of it was incredible. Sensual.
As the pleasure began to give way to a hint of discomfort, Stygian paused again. The width of the wide crest was barely inside her, throbbing, heated.
The inner tissue fluttered around the iron-hard flesh as she struggled to accept, to adjust to the invasion.
A heavy throb of the crest preceded another spurt of the silky fluid, as though he were already finding his release, though she knew it wasn’t possible. His body was hard and tense above her, his c**k iron-hard and throbbing. And whatever release it was, like the one before it, it seemed to sink inside the inner muscles of her pu**y, easing it, heating it.
“Oh God.” The involuntary clenching of her pu**y around the head of his c**k was followed by the most incredibly arrowing sensation as it shot straight to her clit.
Shuddering, she stared up at him, gasping, fighting to breathe as another spurt filled her again and the head of his c**k sank deeper inside her.
Heat began to bloom through her body. The stretching of her inner flesh, the slow pleasure/pain of each bold inch of his c**k filling her, had her body humming with such nearing ecstasy that she was crying out with the intensity of it.
Then he stopped.
Her eyes flared open.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growled.
“I thought you would have known.” She breathed out roughly. “God, you know everything else, right?”
His c**k was barely buried in past the throbbing crest, and what the hell did he want? Did she have to apologize for being a virgin?
“You’re a virgin.” It sounded like an accusation.
Liza blinked up at him, half tempted to laugh.
“What do you want, apologies?” She groaned. “I told you, you were too big.”
“It’s not too big,” he gritted out, just as another heavy spurt erupted from his cock, further sensitizing the tender depths of her pu**y. “Damn it, Liza, you’re not ready for this.”
Her eyes narrowed on him. “Not ready? You have your dick halfway inside me and you think I’m not ready?”
“You’re a f**king virgin—”
“I promise it’s not contagious!” Her knees lifted, gripping his hips. “Stop making excuses, Stygian. Now finish this or I swear I’m going—”
He surged forward.