The feel of Stygian against her back, surrounding her, holding her, taking her with a desperation and hunger that wrapped around her with such heat she felt seared by it, wrapped around her senses.
Heavily lubricated with her juices, the tip of his finger slid inside the snug entrance of her rear, adding to the fury of sensations spiraling through her body.
Her hips arched, driving the thick width of his c**k deeper, lodging his fingertip further inside her as she relished each flash of pleasure/pain, each ecstatic stroke of blinding ecstasy. The sensations wrapped around her, burned over and through her nerve endings with each inward thrust, each pulse of the pr**cum that filled her and each touch of Stygian’s caressing hands.
With his c**k burrowing inside her pu**y, his fingers, timing each stroke in rhythm with the other, the pleasure began to ride her with hard, electric pulses as a rising tension spiraled through her body.
With each hard stroke, she was pushed higher, thrown closer to the burning center of release.
It was building in her clit, in the depths of her pu**y. It was tightening in her muscles, sending chills and waves of heat racing across her flesh.
His teeth raked the bend of her shoulder, scraping over sensitive flesh as her nails unlocked from the back of the couch and reached back, latching onto his hair and holding tight.
She needed him closer. So close their flesh felt connected. So close that she knew she would never be without him, no matter the distance that separated them.
“Yes,” she panted. “Oh God, Stygian, yes. Right there. Don’t stop—Don’t stop—”
He didn’t stop.
The thrusts increased in power.
The expert penetration of her rear went deeper, stroking, caressing naked nerve endings and finally sending her hurtling into the cataclysm of release.
The first white-hot flare of sensation erupted around her clit before striking the depths of her pu**y. A long, shattered wail of pleasure left her lips, smothered with breathlessness, trapped against the cushions she buried her head in.
Stygian’s incisors clamped on the bend of her shoulder, piercing the wound already there as his c**k sank inside her again.
The first spurt of se**n was followed by the intense swelling of his erection inside the heavy muscles clamped on it.
Spreading her flesh apart, pushing into it and locking his erection inside her, the force of the mating knot ensured there was no escaping his release as it filled her.
There was no escaping the man.
There was no escaping the emotions suddenly racing through her with the same force of his se**n spilling into her.
Fear.
Hope.
Love.
She didn’t want to feel any of the emotions she couldn’t seem to hold back any longer.
Shuddering beneath him, her arm bent to maintain the hold she had on his hair as he covered her from behind, the feel of his teeth locked in her shoulder, the certainty that more than mating held them together, overwhelmed her. The well of emotion burning inside her now held her to him, opened a part of her she hadn’t known she possessed, and she felt him move right in.
He was locked to her body.
He was locked to her heart.
He had invaded her soul.
And Liza knew she would never be free of him.
CHAPTER 15
Stygian’s arms surrounded her, holding her close to his chest, the even beat of his heart a comforting sound beneath her ear after he’d carried her to the bed and tucked her in against him.
With her hand resting against the hard, corded strength of his abdomen, Liza tried to force her emotions, her need to be a part of him, at bay.