The Breed known to fulfill every woman's greatest sexual fantasies whispered against the heated, swollen flesh. "Mine!"
His teeth nipped at the tender folds, sending a rush of excited sensation racing along the nerve endings, straight to the sensitive bud of her clit.
Her juices spilled, only to be caught by his sensual, hungry tongue. Her pu**y clenched violently as he parted the inner lips, his tongue flicking against the entrance before thrusting inside with a fierce, hard stab.
Her hips came off the bed.
Hard male hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he began to f**k her with his tongue, driving her to the brink of release before pulling back then pushing her to the edge once again.
She wanted to scream in need. She would have, but he kept stealing her breath with the pleasure.
She wanted to demand more, demand her orgasm and whatever came with this new, blazing sensation, but she couldn't keep her senses intact enough to force the words to her lips.
Chocolate and cinnamon filled her senses as she pressed against his shoulders with her hands, pressing him back, pushing at him until he lay back for her, his large body a banquet of tastes and sensation for her greedy senses.
Her palms stroked along his chest and his abdomen, her lips moved over his, her tongue licking at his, dipping into the hormone-infused well of pleasure as she tried to straddle his hard body.
She meant to straddle him.
She wanted to. She wanted to ride him until nothing mattered, until all she felt, tasted or knew was the touch of him.
But Styx obviously had other plans.
Before she could press the aching flesh of her pu**y against the engorged crest of his cock, he moved.
A growl rumbled in his chest as he lifted her, turned her, pressed her to her knees then came behind her with a dominance that completely rocked her senses.
His teeth nipped at the tender flesh of her shoulder as the weight of his chest leaned against her, pressing her shoulders to the bed.
"Ah lass," he growled at her ear as she felt his c**k pressing against the slick, wet folds of her pu**y. "More foreplay next time, I swear it to you."
More foreplay? Any more and she might have expired permanently from the excitement.
She might yet.
Storme stilled as she felt the press of the engorged crest at the entrance of her sex.
Pausing, the head tucked against the entrance, she felt that first, rumored spurt of pr**cum from his cock.
Lubricating, heated, the suspected hormone-laced fluid rushed inside her, coating tender flesh and sensitive nerve endings.
As tension tightened through her body, still she felt the marginal relaxation of her pu**y. The next heated spurt sent sparks of sensation racing through her and eased the tight muscles further as he began to press inside her.
Breathing in roughly, she focused on the pure fiery pleasure of the flesh parting, burning, stretching around him as he worked his own hard flesh inside her with short, tight thrusts.
Each measured penetration sent a blaze of sensation rushing to her clit. It throbbed and ached, swelling until it seemed ready to burst as she threw her head back, tilted it, and felt his lips along the sensitive column of her neck.
She'd seen the mark Hope, Faith and Charity carried there. The mating mark it was called. All wives of Breeds or wives who were Breeds themselves carried that mark.
As the pleasure tore through her system, lighting a wildfire of sensation along each nerve ending, Storme ached for the mark. She ached for each touch, every level of possession, and hungered for his kiss.
Fighting to breathe, she strained to take the heavy width of flesh penetrating her as he forged deeper inside the slick recesses of her pu**y.
Tender nerve endings were revealed as blazing need was stoked and built to a level of intensity that she wondered if she could survive.
Holding on to her hip with one hand, the other pressed to the bed beside her, Storme felt that last, imperative thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her.
"Oh God!" She arched her back with ecstatic pleasure. She'd never been so close to coming without actually reaching orgasm.