Breeds: Stygian's Honour Part 44

Her top was torn from her, the light, ultra- soft cotton pulled easily from her body, only to be tossed carelessly aside. The feel of his broad, naked chest and stomach coming over her now bare back dragged a hoa.r.s.e cry from her throat.

"Please," she cried out again, shuddering from the sensations spinning out of control inside her.

"Oh, mate, I have every intention of pleas- ing you," he rasped, his lips at her ear, caressing the sensitive sh.e.l.l. "Over and over again. Until neither of us can move. Until even the need for air is forgotten."

The hand wrapped around the curve of her breast slid free. Panting for much-needed air, she was more than aware of him working loose his jeans and pus.h.i.+ng at the material as he lifted her just enough to push the denim down his thighs.

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It took only seconds-breathless, destruct- ive seconds-to remove the pants he wore.

Still, he didn't return to her. He didn't cov- er her and begin pus.h.i.+ng inside her as she needed.

"Why did you do this to me?" She couldn't hold back the cry any more than she could hold back the rush of emotionally destructive feelings rising inside her.

"What did I do to you, baby?" Naked now, covering her, the engorged crest of his c.o.c.k barely pressing against the slick folds of her p.u.s.s.y, he whispered the question as his lips stroked over her shoulder.

With his chin, he brushed back her hair as it fell over her shoulder, his lips returning to the overly sensitive flesh as one hand pushed beneath her hips, found the curls at the top of her p.u.s.s.y, then pushed beyond.

Liza jerked, shuddering at the waves of pleasure was.h.i.+ng through her as his fingers found the swollen heat of her c.l.i.t.

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"There is nothing I want more than to sink into the snug heat of your p.u.s.s.y," he groaned as he let his lips find the mark he made at the bend of her shoulder. "To feel that sweet, wet heat snug around my d.i.c.k. Sucking it with all the pleasure you gave when you took it into your mouth."

Her hips rolled, grinding against his fin- gers, fighting to get closer to the broad head of his c.o.c.k as it tucked against the folds of her c.u.n.t.

"When you come, triggering my own re- lease, the feel of your p.u.s.s.y clenching on the mating knot would take me to my knees if I did as I've fantasized and f.u.c.ked you against a wall."

"Please." The cry was torn from her.

"Ah G.o.d, how I fantasize about you," he whispered, nipping at her shoulder. "I dream of watching you suck my d.i.c.k, Liza. Watch- ing as it parts your lips, feeling your hot little mouth working over it."

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A rush of slick, heated warmth flooded her p.u.s.s.y as electric flares of intense sensation whipped across every cell of her body.

"You're ready to come for me, just at the thought of it," he growled, his lips moving to the mark at her shoulder again, brus.h.i.+ng over it, sending another, sharper burst of wild pleasure tearing through her. "While my teeth were locked at your pretty shoulder and my d.i.c.k was locked in your tight little p.u.s.s.y, I thought I would die from the pleasure."

Shudders raced through her body as she turned her head to the side, intent on beg- ging for his kiss, pleading for the taste of it as the overwhelming addiction kicked in with a force that had her whimpering.

She couldn't bear it. What had been merely a desire for his kiss earlier was sud- denly an agonizing, imperative need. A hun- ger she couldn't fight and didn't want to deny herself.

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He was waiting for her.

As her head turned, the fingers of his free hand locked in her hair, pulling her head closer as his bent to her, his lips catching hers, his tongue surging between them.

Instantly her lips clamped on it, her tongue pressing against his, stroking, draw- ing the lush, spicy taste to her mouth as the mating hormone spilled from the tightly swollen glands beneath.

The wild, sensual elixir sank into her sys- tem immediately. Suddenly, every touch was more intense, each sensation so vividly erotic that she was nearly driven over the peak of ecstasy with each new touch.

This was rapture.

His lips covering hers, his tongue f.u.c.king past them, pumping the heated hormone in- to her, infusing her with such a powerful, un- ending hunger that she knew she would nev- er be free of it.

She would never be free of him.

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As he kissed her, the light, teasing strokes against her c.l.i.t were suddenly gone. His hands gripped her hips as he braced his weight on his knees and elbows and drew her rear sharply upward.

He used his knees to press her thighs farther apart, stretching them open then guiding the throbbing head of his c.o.c.k to the flexing entrance to her p.u.s.s.y.

With each harsh beat of blood through her veins her p.u.s.s.y clenched, spasmed with in- credible need.

The first, searing spurt of the pre-seminal fluid inside the desperately sensitive opening tore a cry from her as his lips smothered it.

She was screaming into their kiss as sharp, shocking forks of painful pleasure began at- tacking her v.a.g.i.n.a, her c.l.i.t. It radiated through the intimate flesh and tormented, tortured her with a hunger she lost control of in one heart-stopping second.

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Her hips slammed up and back, taking the head of his c.o.c.k fully in such a sharp, blind- ing thrust of stretching pleasure that she had to tear her lips from his to release her cry-to breathe.

The intensity of the hunger, the need, the flood of pleasure and rus.h.i.+ng demand for more were flying through her like comets spiraling out of control.

Each pulse of the fluid spurting from his c.o.c.k had her p.u.s.s.y rippling, clenching, des- perate for more.

Her fingers desperately gripped the edge of the mat, locking into the heavy material as she held on tight, the rioting ecstasy clash-ing, raging through her body as he pulled back, then buried the throbbing crest inside her once again.

It pulsed, flooded her p.u.s.s.y with searing heat as the hormone-rich fluid filled her once again.

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Nerve endings were suddenly more sensit- ive, coming alive, pus.h.i.+ng closer to the sur- face of her flesh as though desperate to feel each throb of his c.o.c.k inside her.

Working his hard width inside her, stretching her, burning her tender flesh with ecstasy, Stygian rocked against her, possess- ing more and more of her soul even as he possessed each inch of her inner flesh.

The stiff length of his c.o.c.k parted her en- trance, pushed inside, filled her ever more with each thrust, until one hard stroke bur- ied him to the hilt inside her.

A cry tore from her lips, meeting the harsh, primal growl that left his throat as his chest covered her back once again. Holding her hips elevated, his thighs bunching and tightening against hers, he began working the broad length of his c.o.c.k inside her, thrusting, stroking, pus.h.i.+ng in over and over again. Each driving invasion sent her inner muscles spasming around it as nerve endings 638/862.

screamed out at the ecstatic sensations dig- ging into her senses.

Stygian's fingers tightened at her hips as he held her in place for each impaling of the fierce width of his c.o.c.k. Working inside the snug heat of her p.u.s.s.y, the broad shaft caressed violently sensitive tissue and pushed her closer, harder, toward the burn- ing center of ecstasy.

"Stygian, please," she begged, the sensa- tions agonizing, so filled with such sharp, brutal pleasure that she feared she'd lose her mind from his possession. "Oh G.o.d, please.

f.u.c.k me. f.u.c.k me harder."

Out of her mind with the sheer erotic rap- ture, she lost herself to it. Control was gone.

It couldn't exist alongside such exquisite sensations.

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anchor that would protect her through any storm.

Releasing her hold on those emotions seemed to open her further to the pleasure, allowing it to build with sharper, more heated intensity.

She couldn't bear it.

She couldn't live through it.

As her inner flesh sucked at his shuttling erection, she couldn't help releasing the mat with one hand, her arm curving back to bury her fingers in the long silken strands of his hair as it fell over her shoulder and face.

He licked at the mark on her shoulder.

His incisors raked over the little wound, and she knew- Liza shuddered at the knowledge.

Her thighs clenched, her p.u.s.s.y gripped his c.o.c.k tighter, spasmed and with a desperate, agonized cry, she felt herself suddenly hurt- ling through the blazing, blinding center of pure ecstasy-a rapture that imploded, 640/862.

crashed inside her and began setting off an explosive series of fireworks that radiated through her body.

Behind her, Stygian was still f.u.c.king her.

The hard, driving strokes powered inside her with a force that triggered one ecstatic explosion after the next.

Throbbing violently, the blood pounding through heavy veins, each impalement was another sharp, brutally explosion burst of re- lease until he buried inside her with one last desperate thrust. A snarl sounded behind her a breath before the sharp incisors sank into the mating mark once more.

She was jerking beneath him.

She was melting around him.

The feel of his release spurting inside her, the mating knot suddenly extending a por- tion of the already broad length of his c.o.c.k, locking her in the desperately flexing muscle that milked at it, sent her rus.h.i.+ng headlong into an explosion of pure violent ecstasy.

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An agony of rapture held her suspended, exploding over and over again inside the quaking depths of her p.u.s.s.y. Spurt after spurt of heated s.e.m.e.n gushed inside her, filling the depths of her p.u.s.s.y as tears of agony and ecstasy spilled from her eyes.

It seemed never ending. The waves upon waves of such overwhelmingly intense sensa- tion tore reality from her mind and kept her hips jerking against his, her body shuddering until she feared there was no way to survive it.

But as each pulse of ecstasy became short- er, less dramatic, until finally, with one last wave of electrified sensation, Liza found herself collapsed against the mat, soaked with perspiration and weak with exhaustion.

Behind her, his c.o.c.k still locked in the heavy muscles of her p.u.s.s.y, his tongue lap- ping at the mating mark, easing the bite, Sty- gian's breathing was harsh, growls emanat- ing from his throat at irregular intervals.

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As the pleasure eased and a shadow of reality returned, she could feel the change within herself. Some feeling, some know- ledge she wasn't yet certain of, that she knew would change her forever.

The knowledge of it had a wave of fear just waiting to tear through her.

"What have you done to me?" She was too exhausted, too drained to feel anything other than repletion at the moment.

Repletion, and a certainty that there was no preparing herself for what was to come.

"The same thing you've done to me." His voice was heavy, dark and indolent with the pleasure and release that had swept through him as well.

"And what is that?" She had to force each word past her lips.

Exhaustion was making her voice slurred, heavy. Making herself worry was impossible.

Fear didn't have a chance.

Yet.

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As she waited for him to speak, she felt him shudder above her, the knot that had locked him inside her slowly receding and losing possession of her inner flesh.

"What is it?" He sighed. "Possession. You own me, Liza. That's what mating ensures.

Heart. Body. G.o.d, my very soul. You own it all. We belong to each other in ways we've never belonged before. In ways I never ima- gined I could belong to anyone." His lips pressed against her shoulder, warm, lazy with satisfaction. "I love you, Liza. With every part of my body, my heart and my soul.

I love you."

Trepidation was rising inside her now.

She'd already begun to suspect the truth, and the certainty of it now filled her with dread.

"I wasn't in the market to be owned," she whispered as panic tried and failed to rise inside her. "I liked myself nice and free and single, thank you."

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"I think you're very nice," he drawled as he eased his c.o.c.k slowly from the grip of her p.u.s.s.y and collapsed beside her before pulling her against the warmth of his chest.

"You're free. You're single," he said gently as he brushed his cheek against her hair. "But, you have to admit, Liza, it's nice to belong, isn't it? To know you were the dream that kept me fighting for my freedom, for all the Breeds' survival. For this moment in time, for the heart of a woman I knew awaited me.

Surely it's not so terrifying?"

Terrifying? No, it wasn't terrifying.

Levering herself up enough to stare into the drowsy depths of his now dark blue eyes, Liza glimpsed the wild, dark, primal core of the man now.

He was like the earth itself: safe, strong and as unpredictable as the wildest storm.

And he wanted to belong to her?