As it filled her, her head tilted back, her gray eyes darkened and as the heavy strands of her hair caressed his sensitive thighs, she bore down and with one shift of her hips, took the aching head of his dick inside her.
It was like watching the animal inside him come alive, Liza thought hazily as she watched Stygian’s gaze flare, the black receding beneath the brilliant sapphire blue.
As the thick, throbbing crest filled her, another heated ejaculation spurted from his cock, filling her, easing the tension in her pu**y even as it amplified the pleasure.
Tingles of exquisite sensation exploded in her vagina. Nerve endings became more sensitive, more demanding. Each incredible stretch of the ultrasensitive tissue revealed nerve endings that throbbed in greater need and sent electrical flares of such lush sensation racing through her that it forced her to lift her head, to lean into his broad chest for support as it overcame the last barrier of her control.
She didn’t want to control anything anymore.
She didn’t want to fight anymore.
She had spent so many years fighting some unnamed hunger, some need that she was finding the answer to here, in his arms, and in finding it, she no longer needed to fight it.
Shifting her hips, lifting by increments, lowering herself again, Liza couldn’t hold back the moaning whimpers of pleasure that fell from her lips. With each downward stroke of her tightened vagina over the thick length of his cock, the heated fluid spilled inside her again. With each spurt the taut muscles eased, allowing her to take more of him, while the tension and incredible need for release became more amplified.
Holding on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh, she forced her eyes open, staring into the gem-bright brilliance of his as he stared back.
As his fingers tightened at her hips, his expression was tight with a savage hunger, each plane and angle defined with brutal clarity to hint at the primal male animal that stalked beneath his flesh.
“I need this,” she cried out desperately, moving harder, faster, desperate to force every inch of his erection inside her. “Please, Stygian. I need this.”
She needed all of him.
Lifting, returning, feeling her juices spill to the throbbing shaft filling her, Liza could feel the pleasure spiraling out of control inside her. Like a vicious wind whipping through her senses, but this wind was filled with lashing sensations and the promise of ecstasy.
Desperation edged at each shift and downward stroke of her hips. Each throb of her swollen clit and clench of her tightening vagina was an agony of sensations she could hardly bear.
His hands tightened at her hips again before sliding to her rear. Holding her still, he allowed a growl to erupt from his throat a second before he surged upward, shafting inside her in one full stroke.
Liza tipped her head back, a keening cry escaping her throat as pleasure and pain combined to send her senses spinning in a winding spiral.
Once he was fully embedded inside her, she couldn’t remain still. She needed those long, hard strokes. She needed the fiery, pleasure/pain of the heavy thrusts f**king inside her, driving her insane with an ecstasy she couldn’t have anticipated.
She wanted all of him.
His hard possession.
His arms surrounding her.
And his kiss.
“Oh God, kiss me,” she whispered, the need for his taste riding her as hard as he was with the heavy width of his cock.
His hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her forward with a move so powerfully dominant it sent a surge of pure sensation tearing across her nerve endings.
Hungry and filled with lust, his tongue slipped past her lips, licked at her tongue and gave her the taste she was craving.
Flames licked at her insides. Perspiration dewed their skin, making their bodies slicker, hotter as Stygian’s thrusts became more powerful.
Each driving stroke inside the tender depths of her sex dragged a near-startled cry from her lips, the sound vibrating into their kiss as Stygian gave a harsh, primal growl.
In the next second, he was no longer propped against the pillows but lying flat as his hips drove upward, burying his c**k to the very heart of her.
Explosions began detonating inside her as that hard, fierce stroke seemed to connect with every live nerve ending brought to painful awareness.
She wanted to scream; instead, she lost her breath. The power, the sheer depth of sensation allowed for no other response, no other function. She was trembling, ecstatic, hurled from reality to a place so brilliant, so filled with light, sensation and ecstasy that even breathing couldn’t be allowed to interfere.
Stygian’s release felt just as powerful. The jetting spurts of his release, the strength of the swelling in his c**k as it locked them together, the fierce growl that broke from his lips, assured her he was there with her. Spiraling into flames so brilliant, so white-hot that she knew a part of her—an important, intrinsic part—had just been lost to him.
And it would have been terrifying. It should have been terrifying. But even as she lost that part of herself, she could have sworn she felt a part of him slipping into her soul as well.
There would be no more distance, not from this man, from this Breed she had allowed to mate her.
What had she been thinking?
Lying against his chest, fighting to catch her breath, to still the tremors still racing through her, Liza couldn’t explain, even to herself, why she had taken that step to test the tabloid rumors.
Ashley had warned them years ago to tread carefully when dealing with Breed males and their sexuality. She had told Chelsea, Liza, Claire and Isabelle there were hazards they could never imagine.
Well, she could imagine them now.
Now that he was lifting his lips from her neck, laying a gentle kiss to the tender flesh where he had bitten her once again.
Slowly, she could feel the easing of the iron-hard knot that had filled her,
They were both exhausted, and she was starving. Too hungry to sleep, and too damned tired to get up and cook.
“I could have Jonas send us some food from the hotel,” he said as though reading her thoughts.
Her thoughts, or the growling of her belly.
“’Kay,” she mumbled.
“You have to move, mate.” He chuckled beneath her.
“Why? Phone’s by the bed. Use it.”
“Sorry, baby, that line’s not near secure enough to suit me.” A quick kiss to her lips and he was rolling with her.
Depositing her to her back, Stygian lifted himself from the bed and padded naked into the other room.