The tension she believed had to have evaporated with the orgasm that washed through her was ratcheting higher with a suddenness that left her reeling.
The aching demand that centered in the depths of her sex became unbearable, the need to be filled, to be taken, overriding everything in the space of a heartbeat.
“I have you, Kate.” His lips brushed across hers, his voice gentle despite the primal rasp that filled it and sent a frisson of sensation racing down her spine. “Just hold on to me, mate. Hold me.”
His lips brushed against hers again, settled and pressed hers open as the pressure, the stretching pleasure-pain and amplified desperation increased as the head of his c**k worked past her once untouched entrance.
“God, Kate.” Lifting his lips, panting for air he stared down at her once again. “Ah, mate. I can’t wait.”
Had she asked him to wait?
“Then don’t.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Lifting her head, moving against him, she relished each sharp sensation tightening the tension in the clenched muscles of her pu**y.
“Don’t want to hurt you.” His teeth were clenched, the restraint he was using evident on his savage features.
Hurt her? It simply wasn’t possible that pain could penetrate the hunger raging through her.
Lifting her hips higher, feeling the thick weight lodge deeper, she smiled up at him, arched more firmly into the penetration and whispered, “Take me, Devil. Just like you want to.”
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It was that smile.
Wild. Reckless. This was the smile she had used in the photos and vids the Breed Protection Network had on her. Filled with confidence, daring anyone to defy her.
God help him, she’d stolen his heart before he’d ever been called out to pull her out of Ireland.
With the tight heat of her pu**y enveloping the head of his c**k as he worked himself to the veil of her innocence, Devil could feel not just his physical possession of her, but so much more.
Their gazes were locked. Thickly lashed, sensual, the emerald of her eyes glittered with such arousal and need that it was like staring into pools of pure emotional magic. They glistened and gleamed with wonder, pleasure, hunger.
“It’s not enough.” Her panting whisper had his stomach clenching, his hips gathering to push past the thin barrier. “Please, Dev. Please, take me now.”
“Hold me, Kate,” he urged her again. “Hold me tight, mate.”
His mate.
Sweet God, all his. Created for him. Gifted to him.
His woman.
The surging thrust shocked him.
Devil was unaware of the quick tightening of his hips as he pulled back. It was only as he pushed inside her once again, moving in a quick, rapid push he was unable to halt, that the motion sent him tearing past the thin barrier of her innocence.
Her eyes widened, lips parting on a soundless cry as he thrust his shaft and burrowed hard and fast inside her.
The steady tightening of her slick pu**y, the reflexive clench of stretching tissue struggling to adjust to the width filling her, each hard, never-before-felt spurt of the mating pr**cum, then the rush of slick, heated feminine need easing him deeper tore a snarl of pure pleasure from his throat.
Fiery, clenching and fist-tight, her pu**y milked over the furiously engorged flesh of his cock. Tugging and stroking, tightening and sucking at the engorged head until nothing mattered but feeling more and more of her. Devil was powerless to halt his own response.
Moving against her, thrusting inside her, his hips worked against her, powering the engorged length of his dick inside the steadily pulsing flesh, he gave himself to the possession of her, only to realize he was being possessed by her.
The heart he believed had withered and died before he even realized what emotion was pounded with a strength and response to her that surprised him. She possessed the soul that had never known the need for another’s touch until her. She possessed the man, his dreams, his hopes, his battles and his failures.
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