Breeds: Stygian's Honour Part 59

She had only a second to recognize the taste of the mating hormone his kiss held.

That, and the heated sensation of a taste re- sembling cinnamon and coffee before he was jerking back from her, his erection pulling from her lips. A second later she found her- self flipped to her stomach as his hands gripped her hips and dragged her to him, pus.h.i.+ng her knees under her until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed.

The head of his c.o.c.k slid through the cleft of her a.s.s, paused at the tiny opening there, and as her lips parted on a cry, the heated 853/862.

e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n spurted against her rear en- trance, penetrating it, and suddenly sending a blinding, fiery flare of sensation tearing through her forbidden flesh.

"Mine," he groaned above her as one hand shaped the curve of her hip and the other held his c.o.c.k flush against the clenched en- trance to her a.n.u.s.

Seconds later another hard spurt shot against the opening, penetrating further, re- laxing the tight opening and sending a surge of need racing up her spine.

Oh G.o.d, she hadn't expected this, not like this, not this soon. She may have ached for it when his finger pierced her there, but she hadn't imagined- "My mate," he snarled above her again, leaning over her, the naked flesh of his chest against her back as the iron-hard crest pressed, parting the ultratight entrance and stretching it to accommodate the unusually thick width attempting to penetrate it.

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Pleasure tore through her nerve endings as a cry rasped her throat, her fingers digging into the blankets beneath her as behind her, Stygian began working the width inside her.

Each time her muscles clenched at the hard c.o.c.k head burrowing inside the previously unexplored tissue.

Agonizing ecstasy-there shouldn't be such a thing, she thought hazily-pierced her a.n.u.s along with his c.o.c.k, shooting through the ex- posed nerve endings until she was screaming into the blankets and backing into the impalement.

"No more hiding from me," he growled at her ear, his teeth nipping the lobe as his hips pressed against her again, pus.h.i.+ng further inside her rear as another spurt of the natur- al lubricant eased and relaxed her flesh, making way for each shallow thrust that pushed him further inside her.

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Liza was lost in a haze of sensations that made no sense. The need for more. Deeper.

Harder.

Pain and pleasure combined as e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of the pre-c.u.m inside her heated the inner tissue of her rear, relaxed it, yet sensitized it further and burned her with an agony of pure sensation as his c.o.c.k eased deeper.

Penetrating the tight ring of muscles just in- side the entrance, he was suddenly lodged fully inside her, sliding in to the hilt as she screamed out at the piercing heat and near rapture suffusing her.

She couldn't hold herself up. She was try- ing, but her arms were shaking as the sensa- tions began to demand her full attention, her full strength. Clenching on the thick penetra- tion, the inner muscles of her rear spasmed around his c.o.c.k, flexing and shuddering in reaction to the possession as she felt the pillows suddenly being shoved beneath her.

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She collapsed against them, her head turn- ing to the side as Stygian's teeth clenched lightly at the mark he had left on her shoulder and his hips began to move.

Each shallow thrust inside her tender flesh sent a furious surge of heat striking at her senses. Feminine weakness surged through her, a wave of s.e.xual submission opening parts of her mind, her woman's heart and soul that she never knew existed.

No, she would never hide from him again.

"Mine," he snarled again before his tongue licked against the mark, sending another bolt of sensation to attack her nerve endings, to push her higher, deeper into the spiraling vortex of pleasure, pain, ecstasy and the dominating force of Stygian's possession.

Her hips moved into each thrust, pus.h.i.+ng back as he entered while cries fell from her lips each time he retreated. Feeling the f.u.c.k- ing inside the ultratender depths, stretching the muscles there, burning her alive with a 857/862.

pleasure that built to a critical height, Liza was certain she would never survive it.

As the pleasure began to burn through her nerve endings, the feel of his hand pus.h.i.+ng between her thighs, his fingers parting the folds of her p.u.s.s.y, had her stilling in shock.

A second later two fingers penetrated the depths of her v.a.g.i.n.a, stroking inside as he retreated partially from her rear, only to ease back as his hips pushed forward again.

As he synchronized the thrusts of his fin- gers with the engorged length of his c.o.c.k, his thrusts became harder, deeper, faster.

Liza was screaming his name, or breathing it, trying to scream out at the agonizing pleasure building inside her, burning through her mind and tearing through her senses. Each thrust into the sensitive en- trances only pushed her higher as the electric shock of each stroking thrust began to set fire to her nerve endings.

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She was flying out of control. Gasping for air, her chest tight, her body tensing until she was certain she would break, certain she couldn't bear more- She exploded with a scream.

Her c.l.i.toris raked against the pad of his palm as it pressed against it, her p.u.s.s.y flexed and tightened around his thrusting fingers as she felt the explosive contractions that began attacking her inner flesh. His c.o.c.k jerked back, leaving only half of the steely shaft buried inside her as she felt the widening of the shaft just outside the entrance.

His release began erupting inside her in hard, fiery spurts, filling her rear as his teeth locked in her neck and Liza began shuddering, jerking beneath him in an ecstasy, a blazing possession of her feminine spirit that she had no hope, no desire to ever retain.

She wanted nothing more than this pleas- ure. Nothing more than being held by her 859/862.

Breed, her mate. Being held by him, protec- ted by him- "Oh G.o.d, Stygian," she cried out, unable to hold the ragged words inside any longer. "Oh G.o.d, I love you. I love you." She was sobbing the words, the vows, the promise to always hold to him, to follow him, even if it meant following him into death.

Stygian growled at her shoulder, his hips jerking, pus.h.i.+ng the swollen mating knot against her rear cheeks as another fiery blast of release filled her as her p.u.s.s.y tightened on his fingers in yet another clenching shudder of rapture.

She was lost in the pleasure, in the posses- sion, and in the Breed she knew would never leave her aching and lost.

She no longer had to hide, at least not from this man. Here, in his arms, she was who she was, whoever she wanted to be, however she needed to be.

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Right here, held to him, she was safe, pro- tected and loved.

She'd suffered h.e.l.l and then lost herself.

Now, in his arms, in his love, she'd found paradise and herself. And she knew he'd pro- tect them both with the same fierce determ- ination and strength of will he'd used to find her.

Forever.

Stygian would hold her forever.

Berkley t.i.tles by Lora Leigh.

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MEGAN'S MARK NAUTI DECEPTIONS.

NAUTI INTENTIONS.

NAUTI DREAMS.

NAUTI NIGHTS.

NAUTI BOY.

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