He watched, mesmerized, as her lips moved over his stomach, lower, her tongue dipping into the indention of his navel before swiping at the thick head of his c**k as it rose a breath below it.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, his lashes lowered, he watched her pink, heated little tongue as it began curling around the heavily engorged crest of his dick.
Her lashes lifted, staring up at him, her face flushed, lips parted as she began to relish each lick and taste of his erection.
“That’s my sweet love,” he growled, his fingers clenching in her hair as her lips parted further, then with a snarl, his hips lifted with a jerk as her mouth suddenly surrounded the flared tip.
And she sucked down the engorged crest until her mouth was filled with the throbbing head.
Her tongue lashed at it, stroking over the ultrasensitive flesh as another primal growl tore past his throat. His jaw felt locked from the tension, the glands beneath his tongue throbbing, so filled with the mating hormone again that it was a near agony.
His c**k pulsed, the shaft flexing as the pre-seminal fluid threatened to spurt past his control. The heated warmth of her mouth was the trigger, just as the slick heat of her pu**y would have been.
With each draw of her mouth he could feel, scent her arousal building. It was as though his refusal to allow the retreat of her emotions had thrown her deeper, harder into her own hunger.
Was this what she fought to reject?
The physical hunger was more than the need for sex in a mating. It was a bonding. There was no hiding from a Breed mate, no faking pleasure or orgasm. There was a pleasure that sank clear to the soul and opened emotions that were often much feared.
Her mouth worked over his c**k head, suckling, licking it, moaning as a small spurt of pr**cum escaped his control. The taste of it against her tongue did as she had heard, as rumor had suggested. The hormone in that fluid was more potent, richer, hotter than any his tongue could possess. It was an instant aphrodisiac.
Sensuality seemed to stretch through her body, turning her into a glistening, fiery temptress. Her gaze became more languorous, pleasure suffused her expression, and as he watched, he swore he sensed the woman she hid within her begin to emerge.
Hunger and heat, emotion and need. It began to clash and coalesce inside her. Her hands stroked down his thighs to his hips and back. She sucked at his dick as though it were a favorite treat, one she feared she’d be denied in the future.
And he was preparing to deny them both, because he didn’t dare allow himself to come in her mouth. He had to be inside her, filling her.
“No more.” He was within seconds of filling her mouth, a release that would do little to ease the fury of hunger beginning to rage through her after that small release of pr**cum.
“No.” Of course she would have to protest as he drew her from him.
Moving to lay her back, surprise filled him as she instead straddled his hips, one small hand curving around the side of his cock.
“Let me have you now.” She groaned. “Let me take you, Stygian.”
The wet heat of her pu**y caressed the tip of his cock, burning him with the pure, sweet fire of her hunger.
As she tucked the engorged head at the entrance, Stygian felt the first blast of the easing qualities of the fluid jetting inside her.
Without it, the thick width of his c**k would have only hurt her, the knot that would extend inside her, locking him to her as his se**n spurted to the heated depths of her womb, would have been pain rather than pleasure.
As it filled her, her head tilted back, her gray eyes darkened and as the heavy strands of her hair caressed his sensitive thighs, she bore down and with one shift of her hips, took the aching head of his dick inside her.
It was like watching the animal inside him come alive, Liza thought hazily as she watched Stygian’s gaze flare, the black receding beneath the brilliant sapphire blue.
As the thick, throbbing crest filled her, another heated ejaculation spurted from his cock, filling her, easing the tension in her pu**y even as it amplified the pleasure.
Tingles of exquisite sensation exploded in her vagina. Nerve endings became more sensitive, more demanding. Each incredible stretch of the ultrasensitive tissue revealed nerve endings that throbbed in greater need and sent electrical flares of such lush sensation racing through her that it forced her to lift her head, to lean into his broad chest for support as it overcame the last barrier of her control.
She didn’t want to control anything anymore.
She didn’t want to fight anymore.
She had spent so many years fighting some unnamed hunger, some need that she was finding the answer to here, in his arms, and in finding it, she no longer needed to fight it.
Shifting her hips, lifting by increments, lowering herself again, Liza couldn’t hold back the moaning whimpers of pleasure that fell from her lips. With each downward stroke of her tightened vagina over the thick length of his cock, the heated fluid spilled inside her again. With each spurt the taut muscles eased, allowing her to take more of him, while the tension and incredible need for release became more amplified.
Holding on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh, she forced her eyes open, staring into the gem-bright brilliance of his as he stared back.