"No." She jerked at his hold again.
"Yes."
He didn't give her time to argue. As her lips opened to curse him, his were there, covering them as his arms pulled her against his chest.
Arousal should have been the last thing in her mind, the last thing she responded to. They were in the middle of a war zone and it was about to get worse, she could feel it. But his lips on hers were a sensual, erotic act of mastery. He didn't ask for her kiss, nor was he tentative. He demanded. He controlled. And ultimately, Harmony found herself submitting to the wicked, erotic nips at her lips by sharp teeth and the hungry growl that came from her own throat.
That dominance was her undoing. Female Breeds must have been programmed to submit to the males, though until Lance, that genetic coding had never made an impression on her. With Lance, she couldn't deny it. She couldn't deny her need, or her hunger, any more than she could deny the fears that, for the moment, dissolved beneath his passion.
His hands trailed down her arms, broad, calloused hands that stroked her flesh with sensual roughness and replaced the chill of foreboding with heated, wicked lashes of pleasure.
She was lost in him. As impossible as it should have been, as furious as she was with him, he still managed to consume her, to build the hunger simmering within her to a full, raging blaze.
She tore at his clothes, nothing so important now as feeling his flesh against hers, the warmth of his body stroking over her.
Her shirt fell beneath his hands, just as her jeans parted seconds later. Gasping, panting for air, they groped and ripped at clothing, socks, shoes, until Lance was tumbling her to the bed, his large, harder body coming over her as his lips tore from hers.
"Mine!" He reasserted his claim as he parted her thighs, his c**k pressing into the slick, heated depths of her vagina. "Tell me, damn you! Tell me you're mine."
"Yours." She could barely breathe, but she couldn't stop the word being torn from her lips as she stared back at him, shocked by the intensity of his eyes. They blazed in his dark face, deep blue flames of determination, dominance and powerful male force, glowing with an otherworldly light.
"No one will take you from me," he snapped, one hand tangling in her hair as his c**k surged inside her, fierce, hot, stretching her to her limits as she arched into the thrust. She would have closed her eyes, but she couldn't break his gaze. He held her trapped, staring into her eyes, breaching her soul even as his erection breached the aching depths of her pu**y.
She would have closed herself from him if she could. The distracting pleasure washing through her broke her concen-tration, fractured her ability to hold that inner part of herself aloof.
"Don't…" She begged him to release her, not with his body, but with that inner link she could feel forging inside her soul.
He rose above her, the width of his shoulders gleaming, damp with sweat. She could feel the power flowing through him, the strength that was so much a part of him wrapping around her, sheltering her. Protecting her.
"I won't let you run." His voice throbbed with furious determination. "I won't lose you. Or this."
He moved then, his h*ps drawing back, stroking exposed nerve endings, sending her senses reeling with pleasure as she arched against him to hold him inside her.
"Can you run from this, Harmony?" His h*ps twisted as he penetrated her again, a fierce, hard thrust that sent him tunneling to the depths of her as she gasped at the heat exploding through her. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you can walk away from this." If it had just been the pleasure, she could have walked away. But it was more. As he f**ked her with hard gliding strokes, he infused her soul as well. Heat moved from his body to hers, chasing away the cold determination she had fought to rebuild inside her heart.
One hand gripped her hair, kneading, pulling at the strands and adding another level of sensation. The other hand cupped her breast, lifting it, until his mouth covered her nipple, his tongue flaying it with whiplashing pleasure.
He broke through every defense she could muster and left it lying, crumpled at her feet, as her hands gripped his hair and held him to her breast.
His h*ps pumped against hers, churning, thrusting, stroking inside her as his pelvis rasped against her swollen clit. The sensual stroke and slide, retreat and entrance were driving her insane. The pleasure built, layer upon layer, until nothing existed inside her but the need, the hunger clawing at her womb and in her soul.
"Feel it!" He lifted his head, staring down at her, his expression strained as the spiraling intensity of pleasure began to build. "You won't run. Do you hear me?" She shook her head, fighting to breathe, to think.
"Say it, Harmony." His voice was a dominant, commanding baritone that rippled through her senses.
He wanted surrender. She shook her head, fighting against it, fighting the need to give it.
"Say it, damn you!" One hand gripped her hip to hold her still as he slammed inside her, his legs widening, pushing her thighs apart as he shifted and touched her deeper.
"Don't do this." Baring her teeth, Harmony fought to hold on to herself. "No."
"Say it. You're mine, damn you. Fucking mine. You will follow me. Say it." His hand gripped her wrist as her nails dug into his shoulder and he slammed her hands to the bed. Her punishment came in a slow, torturous withdrawal of his c**k from her inner grip. A sensual, heated slide of powerful flesh over desperate nerve endings. Transferring her wrists to one hand, he clamped her firmly to the bed as he gripped her hip once again and held her still beneath him. With the strength of his body he controlled her, just as he was fighting to control her with his will as well.
"I won't," she moaned, fighting against fear and hunger and the overriding need to do as he demanded.
"You will, Harmony."
Before she could struggle, he moved, sliding free of her before turning her to her stomach and trapping her against the bed.
"Damn you, Lance." She fought as he lifted her hips, shoving a pillow beneath them before thrusting inside her aching pu**y again.
"Stay still." His hand tapped the side of her ass in a warning little slap. "Give me what I want, baby, and you'll get what you want."
"I can't do this." Her fingers clenched in the blankets. "I won't…"
"You will, Harmony. Say the words. Tell me you'll follow me. I won't let you run." Pressing her forehead into the blankets, she shook her head furiously.