tried to resist, but I squeezed tighter and snarled menacingly. She gasped, her fingers closing around my wrist, but didn’t attempt to break free. Her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes smoldering, my woman submitted as I forced her to lie back onto the mattress. Holding her pinned down by the neck, I parted her legs with a rough sideways swipe of my knee. Naima’s pupils dilated, and her breath shortened into short gasps caused equally by her slightly constricted airways, her growing arousal, and the sliver of fear and excitement that my predatory expression awakened in her.
My mate’s eyes widened when my shadowy tendrils wrapped around her wrists and ankles, immobilizing her, spread in a vulnerable position. Leaning forward, one hand resting on the mattress next to her head for support, I released her neck and claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss. My free hand explored her body over her thin negligee, squeezing and fondling her breast while my tongue continued to plunder her mouth.
She moaned against my lips, a violent shiver coursing through her when my hand ventured lower, slipping under the tiny triangle of her thong. My fingers zeroed in on her engorged little nub, scissoring and massaging it while Naima writhed beneath my touch. I dipped two fingers inside her opening. My cock jerked with impatience at finding my mate already soaking wet for me—a need further fueled by the maddening scent of her musk. I pulled my fingers out and, breaking the kiss, I shoved them in my mouth, licking off my woman’s essence.
Something snapped inside of me.
With a savage growl, I ripped her negligee to shreds, tearing if off her. Naima cried out in equal parts of fear and excitement. Her mind was shouting for me to ravage her, to take her like a beast. Every part of me was far too eager to comply. I buried my face in her neck, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting my way down her body. I paused only long enough to give one of her erect nipples a solid nip, hard enough to sting, keeping it just on this side of pain. Naima cried out, but her mind chanted ‘yes’ in a litany.
When my mouth closed on her clit, my woman shouted my name, her back arching off the bed. She struggled against my shadowy tendrils keeping her prisoner and at my complete mercy—none of which would be granted. An endless string of blissful moans dripped from Naima’s lips, her hips gyrating under my relentless assault. Between my lips sucking on her sensitive nub and my fingers making love to her, my woman’s body quickly seized, swept away by a violent orgasm.
Normally, I would have wrested at least one more climax from her before I took her, but Naima’s mind kept shouting for me to fuck her into next week. I was too eager to comply. I climbed onto the bed, dragging her with me closer to the center. While my tendrils kept her arms pinned down to the bed above her head, they set free her ankles. Naima immediately wrapped her legs around me as I rubbed my shaft over her exposed sex, covering it with her essence.
“Please,” she pleaded in a needy whisper that resonated straight in my loins.
I always loved the sound of her begging me.
“You want my cock, Naima?” I asked, rubbing myself against her even more strongly, my lips a hair’s breadth from hers.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Then you shall have it,” I replied, claiming her mouth at the same time I began inserting myself within the burning heat of her sheath.
She was delightfully tight, her inner walls’ resistance to my invasion eased by how wet I had gotten her. Although her mind was spurring me on to ram myself home, caution be damned, I ignored that request.
Since my mate and I had finally spoken on a conscious level rather than through the semi-consciousness of her dreams, I had realized that what humans thought and believed was right for them sometimes couldn't be further from the truth. Complying with her request would actually harm her. Granted, this was the dream world, and no permanent damage would befall her. But I needed to define the proper rules of engagement between us going forward. In the real world, ramming myself home would have torn her up.
I considered cheating in my impatience to sate my own burning desire. With a simple thought, I could make her instantly accommodate my girth. However, remembering how much more