A hard shudder of pleasure raced through her as arousal jumped to a hard, lust-driven punch of hunger to her womb.
Liza fought to ride the wave of muscle-shuddering sensual tension suddenly flooding her senses.
To make it last.
To make it crest to the orgasm that seemed so close, yet remained just out of reach.
The eroticism of having him cover her from behind, the heated length of his body holding her to the mat, his hands shackling her wrists, had her arching her rear, pressing the ridge of his cock tighter against her pussy as her thighs spread further.
She swore she was going to come from pure excitement. The extreme dominance and sexual awareness was a flood of knowledge so intense it was almost a physical caress.
Ecstatic pleasure flooded her body.
It tore through her.
It raced across her nerve endings, tightening her clit and her pussy to painful awareness.
She shouldn’t feel like this.
No matter the rumors she’d heard of mating heat. No matter what her own instincts were telling her.
She shouldn’t be feeling this.
This wasn’t just sexual. It wasn’t just pleasure. It wasn’t just a need to be fucked into pure exhaustion, and God knew, that need was uppermost in her mind. It was quickly reaching a critical point and wiping her mind of any other instinct.
It was so much more than an intense need for release.
More than a need to be filled.
It exceeded the need to feel flesh against flesh, his cock buried inside her, or the detonation of an orgasm she knew would leave her flying into pure rapture.
It was more than she had ever imagined she could have because mixed with the extreme sensations and wave upon wave of pleasure was the instinctive knowledge that it was also a need born of emotion.
Burning in the very depths of her soul was the knowledge that the heart she’d managed to keep locked against all pain had been breached.
Stygian had somehow found a way to sneak in and take it over.
He filled it, possessed it. He controlled it effortlessly and she had no idea how he had managed to do it.
Fighting to make sense of it, to pull herself back from the never-ending rush of sensations to repair the breach, she was shocked at the sudden feel and sound of rending cloth.
Her top was torn from her, the light, ultrasoft 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 hoarse 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 pleasing you,” he rasped, his lips at her ear, caressing the sensitive shell. “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 pushing at the material as he lifted her just enough to push the denim down his thighs.
It took only seconds—breathless, destructive seconds—to remove the pants he wore.
Still, he didn’t return to her. He didn’t cover her and begin pushing 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 cock barely pressing against the slick folds of her pussy, 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 pussy, then pushed beyond.
Liza jerked, shuddering at the waves of pleasure washing through her as his fingers found the swollen heat of her clit.
“There is nothing I want more than to sink into the snug heat of your pussy,” 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 dick. Sucking it with all the pleasure you gave when you took it into your mouth.”
Her hips rolled, grinding against his fingers, fighting to get closer to the broad head of his cock as it tucked against the folds of her cunt.
“When you come, triggering my own release, the feel of your pussy clenching on the mating knot would take me to my knees if I did as I’ve fantasized and fucked you against a wall.”
“Please.” The cry was torn from her.
“Ah God, how I fantasize about you,” he whispered, nipping at her shoulder. “I dream of watching you suck my dick, Liza. Watching as it parts your lips, feeling your hot little mouth working over it.”
A rush of slick, heated warmth flooded her pussy 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, brushing over it, sending another, sharper burst of wild pleasure tearing through her. “While my teeth were locked at your pretty shoulder and my dick was locked in your tight little pussy, I thought I would die from the pleasure.”
Shudders raced through her body as she turned her head to the side, intent on begging 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 suddenly an agonizing, imperative need. A hunger she couldn’t fight and didn’t want to deny herself.
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, drawing 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 system 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 fucking past them, pumping the heated hormone into her, infusing her with such a powerful, unending hunger that she knew she would never be free of it.
She would never be free of him.
As he kissed her, the light, teasing strokes against her clit 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 cock to the flexing entrance to her pussy.
With each harsh beat of blood through her veins her pussy clenched, spasmed with incredible 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 attacking her vagina, her clit. It radiated through the intimate flesh and tormented, tortured her with a hunger she lost control of in one heart-stopping second.
Her hips slammed up and back, taking the head of his cock fully in such a sharp, blinding 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 rushing demand for more were flying through her like comets spiraling out of control.
Each pulse of the fluid spurting from his cock had her pussy rippling, clenching, desperate for more.