“Mate.” His gaze narrowed as the snarl lifted his lips.
At the same time, her gaze widened at the pulse of his c**k against the entrance of her pu**y, the feel of a heated fluid spurting against the clenched tissue inside bringing a shocked gasp from her lips.
“Stygian?” She trembled beneath him, her hands clamping to his powerful forearms as an electric tingle began to emanate through the inner flesh.
“It’s okay, baby.” The sound of his voice was a rough, sensual rasp.
Then he pressed forward.
The burn of the erotic stretch had her breath catching, because the pleasure of it was incredible. Sensual.
As the pleasure began to give way to a hint of discomfort, Stygian paused again. The width of the wide crest was barely inside her, throbbing, heated.
The inner tissue fluttered around the iron-hard flesh as she struggled to accept, to adjust to the invasion.
A heavy throb of the crest preceded another spurt of the silky fluid, as though he were already finding his release, though she knew it wasn’t possible. His body was hard and tense above her, his c**k iron-hard and throbbing. And whatever release it was, like the one before it, it seemed to sink inside the inner muscles of her pu**y, easing it, heating it.
“Oh God.” The involuntary clenching of her pu**y around the head of his c**k was followed by the most incredibly arrowing sensation as it shot straight to her clit.
Shuddering, she stared up at him, gasping, fighting to breathe as another spurt filled her again and the head of his c**k sank deeper inside her.
Heat began to bloom through her body. The stretching of her inner flesh, the slow pleasure/pain of each bold inch of his c**k filling her, had her body humming with such nearing ecstasy that she was crying out with the intensity of it.
Then he stopped.
Her eyes flared open.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growled.
“I thought you would have known.” She breathed out roughly. “God, you know everything else, right?”
His c**k was barely buried in past the throbbing crest, and what the hell did he want? Did she have to apologize for being a virgin?
“You’re a virgin.” It sounded like an accusation.
Liza blinked up at him, half tempted to laugh.
“What do you want, apologies?” She groaned. “I told you, you were too big.”
“It’s not too big,” he gritted out, just as another heavy spurt erupted from his cock, further sensitizing the tender depths of her pu**y. “Damn it, Liza, you’re not ready for this.”
Her eyes narrowed on him. “Not ready? You have your dick halfway inside me and you think I’m not ready?”
“You’re a f**king virgin—”
“I promise it’s not contagious!” Her knees lifted, gripping his hips. “Stop making excuses, Stygian. Now finish this or I swear I’m going—”
He surged forward.
Stygian felt each pulse of the pre-seminal fluid as it spurted heavily from the head of his cock. The sensation was ecstatic, a pleasure he’d never experienced and one he knew he would never experience with another woman.
He had known she was inexperienced, but God help him, he hadn’t expected her to be a virgin.
He felt the tearing of her innocence, felt the helpless male pride rising inside him, and had a moment to feel a glimmer of amusement at it. This was his mate. His woman. She was beneath him, the grip of her pu**y tightening to the point that he swore he couldn’t hold back his release another second longer. And she had waited for him.
Sensitive tissue rippled along the head of his cock, caressed the shaft then tightened again. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her short little nails pierced his back.
And she was killing him.
“Stygian,” she cried as though he were the only anchor in her world.
And she was his anchor.
She was more than his mate.
The moment he realized who she was, what she was to him, she had begun stealing his heart.
This perfect woman, and she was more than even he had imagined he could deserve.
“Oh God. Oh God, yes.” Liza felt flames licking over her body.
The brush of his chest against her ni**les as he lowered himself against her, the feel of his erection pounding inside her, creating a friction that sent sparks of never-ending sensation racing through every erogenous point of her body was destroying her.
Moving against him, her hips lifting, grinding into his, feeling every inch of the heavy, thick spear penetrating her was like agony and ecstasy.
Each stroke inside her seemed to tighten her further. Her vagina rippled in steady pulses over his cock, her clit became more swollen, more sensitive with each stroke of his pelvis against it.
Each hot spurt of fluid she felt seemed to sensitize her further.
Sensation was like a kaleidoscope of color blazing through her senses until the world seemed to rupture around her.
Ecstasy poured through her in an orgasm she knew she would die if she didn’t have again. It exploded with a force that stole her breath, lifted her against him and sent a keening cry spilling from her lips.
His teeth bit into her shoulder where it bent to meet her neck, the feel of the sharp incisors piercing her skin, barely felt, as her own teeth bit into the hard muscle of his chest.
He rode her harder, pounding into her, driving her higher even as she shook and shuddered through her release. Only to find that ecstasy could come again.
Swiftly.
With one last powerful thrust inside her, she felt the first blast of his release jetting inside her. With that first fiery spurt, came a sensation she couldn’t attribute, though she knew what it was.
His c**k began to fill her further. Midway up the already too-thick shaft, it seemed to be swelling further, stretching her, revealing nerve endings she hadn’t expected, the throb of the hardened knot against such oversensitive tissue sent her hurtling higher, throwing her harder into a maelstrom of sensation that wiped all reality from her senses.
She was pure sensation, pure pleasure. A second orgasm ripped through her, detonating with a force that would have left her screaming if she’d had the breath to do so.
All she could do was hold on. Her bite against his chest tightened, her nails dug into his forearms, her body shook, shuddering with such force that tears began to ease from her eyes.
In the midst of it, hurtling through a wonderland of ecstasy, she swore she felt herself looking down, so deep inside herself that she was shocked. Shocked to see the core of her woman’s spirit flaring outward, opening and accepting.