Please…"
He grimaced, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a savage snarl as he stared down at her in surprise.
"Don't you know, Lyra?" His smile was bittersweet. "Don't you know just how much I do love you?"
She would have smacked him, or at least yelled at him for saying it with such hopeless pain. But he chose that moment to begin pushing into her, stretching her snug muscles as he worked his c**k inside her.
Fiery, agonizing heat filled her. The pleasure was lightning fast, flaring through every portion of her body as he rocked against her.
She felt him, inch by inch, sinking into her, just as he had taken her heart. Bit by bit, forcing her wide, searing her with not just the pleasure, but the sheer gentleness he used.
"I would die for you," he whispered against her ear, hiding his expression against her neck as she convulsed around him, her hands locking in his hair. "Don't you know, Lyra, I live for you now. For now and for always."
He surged through the final depths of her aching sex, pushing in fiercely before retreating with the same agonizing pace he had used to enter her.
"Tarek." She bit his ear. He was making her wild, setting her heart aflame, sending her body into quaking shudders of pleasure. "Just live for me," she gasped. "Oh God." He thrust into her quickly, retreated slowly, stealing her breath, her thoughts.
"Oh baby, I'm not nearly finished with you." His voice was so dark, so velvet-rough it nearly sent her into climax. Her womb convulsed; her breath caught in her throat as her clit swelled in nearing ecstasy.
He leaned back, his knees pressing into the couch as he draped her legs Over his thighs. His hands free, he lifted her against him, holding her to his chest as he stared into her shocked face.
"Takeoff the shirt."
His c**k throbbed inside her. Her pu**y was sucking at him with rapturous greed, and he was worried about her shirt?
"Now." His voice hardened, his gaze turning stubborn. "I won't give you what you need, Lyra, until you do." Her hands lowered from his neck, gripping the shirt and struggling to jerk it over her head as one hand gripped her buttock and lifted her several inches from the thick wedge of his cock. Then he released her, thrusting hard and deep inside her again as she whimpered in delirious need.
The shirt cleared her head, though she struggled to force it from her arms. Finally it was gone, her hands moving to his shoulders again, her legs tightening around his hips as she fought to force him to move inside her.
"Tarek, I'm going to skin you alive if you keep torturing me." She knew the pitiful whimper in her voice didn't exactly carry the threat well. But he should know her well enough to know she would keep her word. Maybe.
He chuckled.
"Hold on. We're going to the bed."
"The bed?" Her eyes widened in horror as he moved easily from the couch.
She shuddered as his c**k shifted with each movement.
"I heard that last time," her strangled gasp nearly became a mewl of rapture as his c**k began to f**k in and out of her with each step. "Those steps…" She moaned at the sensation of his movements inside her. "Aren't so comfortable."
"We'll make it." He sounded too confident. Too determined. Sweet Lord, he was going to kill her.
She swore he would. She knew he would.
"Oh God. Tarek. Tarek, I can't stand it," she was screaming his name as he began to take the steps with a heavy, quick stride.
His c**k slammed inside her, taking her breath before retreating, rocking in, thrusting forcibly, then rocking inside her again.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, gasping, desperate cries fell from her lips as she tightened her legs around his hips and fought to hang on.
The first orgasm ripped through her on the sixth step. On the twelfth she was shuddering, jerking in his arms as the second stole her breath and her mind.
She was only barely aware of him actually making it to the bed, laying her back, and gripping her hips as he began to f**k her into a third, destructive climax.
She arched, her breath leaving her body in a rush as she felt his release tear through him then. The barb swelled forcibly from beneath the head of his cock, pressing into the delicate bundle of nerves that no man would have reached otherwise. It throbbed, caressed, and sent her flying into an orgasm that had no beginning and no end. It only had Tarek, holding her, his teeth scraping the wound he had left earlier before his teeth locked on it once again and dark oblivion overtook her.
"I love you. Oh God, Tarek, I love you…" Velvet darkness enclosed her as the words whispered free, her heart expanding as her soul seemed to lift, shudder, and open to accept a part of him that she knew even death could never steal.