When she could feel the strength of his erection at her back. When she could feel his fingers plumping and caressing her ni**les as his teeth raked her neck and his tongue licked a fiery path of pleasure along it.
“You’re destroying me, Stygian,” she whispered as the fingers of one hand released the small catch of the skirt he’d already removed from her body once.
“You complete me, Liza,” he swore as the material pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in the thong panties she wore and a matching white lace bra.
How could she complete him when she wasn’t even certain she herself was whole?
One broad, calloused palm slid from her breast to travel down her midriff, over her stomach to the low, elastic band of her panties.
Sliding beneath the band, his hold tightened as her breath caught, her thighs parting as his fingers found the saturated folds of her sex.
“Again?” Shock and bemusement filled her voice. “It’s only been a few hours.”
She hadn’t expected him to want her now, not after Jonas had all but ordered his quick return to the suite. “Always,” he groaned as the pad of his finger found the tight, clenched entrance to her pu**y. “I would want you on my deathbed.”
“Jonas will be pissed you didn’t come right back to his suite,” she reminded him as she tilted her head to the side to give him greater access to the back of her neck.
“Jonas will just have to deal.” His hands clenched on her hips, drawing her tighter against his hips and the hardened erection beneath his jeans. “I have more important matters to see to first.”
Her lashes drifted closed as she caught her breath at the feel of his fingers pressing between her thighs and finding the saturated slit of her pu**y. They raked over her swollen clit, slid further between the swollen flesh then found the clenched entrance of her pu**y.
The rasp of his fingertips against the sensitive opening to her inner core had her hips tilting out as her head fell back against his shoulder.
“It’s a mating thing, right?” Breathless, she parted her thighs further, desperate to feel those wicked, knowing fingers pressing inside the slick, heated depths of her pu**y.
“I doubt it.” He breathed out roughly. “God, Liza, I wanted you twenty-four-seven before the mating heat even began.”
“You didn’t know me twenty-four-seven,” she protested, barely able to speak or to think as she felt him rubbing inside her with each shallow stroke of his finger.
“I watched you from the moment your friend Isabelle walked across the bar to claim Malachi,” he told her, his voice rough, filled with lust. “I watched and followed you to work and back home every evening. I watched you as the sun worshipped your body out by the pool and as you slipped out at night to swim naked.”
She would have blushed if the thought of him watching her from the darkness hadn’t been so damned arousing. Because it had been him she had thought about as the water caressed her naked body.
Moaning in rising pleasure as another finger joined the first to stretch her inner muscles with delicious heat, Liza tightened her grip on his neck, barely recognizing the strain in her arms from the position. All she knew was the incredibly sensual feel of his fingers stroking inside her, the pad of his palm rubbing against her clit and sending a thousand heated sensations rushing through her system.
“So good,” she whispered, unable to hold back the words as the pleasure became so rich, so intense it nearly stole her breath. “Oh God, Stygian, it’s so good.”
His fingers thrust deeper inside her, sending her senses racing with the steady climb to ecstasy as the words tore past her lips.
Pushing past the delicate, tender tissue, his fingers scissored inside her, stretching the taut muscles and sending flares of exquisite heat wrapping around her clit, tightening the little bud with tormenting need.
“I need you, Liza.” He groaned at her ear, the roughened rasp of his voice sending a surge of pleasure racing to her womb and clenching it with furious heat.
Her panties were pushed the rest of the way past her hips with his free hand as her pu**y clenched and tightened on the fingers filling it.
“Oh yes.” The words slipped past her lips as eroticism wrapped around her senses, his hunger amplifying hers.
As her panties cleared her thighs, a cry vibrated from her chest as his fingers slid free of the sensual grip she had on them.
She found herself bent over the couch.
Lifting her leg at the knee, Stygian bent it against the cushions as he pressed her shoulders to the thick pillows.
Liza gripped the heavy couch back beneath the pillows, fighting for breath, feeling her senses reeling as she wondered if she would ever have control of herself again.
She could have, she assured herself, given another minute.
Perhaps a few years.
As that thought drifted through her mind, it was quickly erased by the heat and iron-hot width of the head of his c**k tucking against the slick entrance to her sex.
She was so wet her thighs were damp. The slick warmth spread over the swollen folds and the sensitive bud of her clit. Pulses of intense sensation swept through the little bud, echoed in her pu**y and sent more of the slick response spilling from her vagina.
“So pretty.” He groaned, his hands bracketing her hips as he held her in place. “Sweet, sweet baby. I can’t think of anything but this.” His hips shifted, pressing the thick head into the clenched entrance of her pu**y as the heated spurt of pr**cum ejaculated inside her.
She was figuring that part out. The heated fluid enabled the tense, clenched muscles inside to adapt to the overly thick width of the erection beginning to fill her.
With each spurt, it eased her further, heated her inner tissue further, and intensified the need for his c**k surging deep and hard.
She rolled her hips against the penetration, allowing the hard, heated flesh to begin pushing inside her.
Each shallow thrust opened her further, made her burn brighter, hotter than before.
Hoarse cries tore from her lips, falling into the pillows as he continued to push inside her, in and out, working each inch inside her with a patience that was killing her.
She wanted him pushing inside her, thrusting with hard, long strokes, f**king her with the hunger she could feel raging inside him.
With each spurt of the heated fluid inside her, the desperation for it grew. The need to have him pounding inside her built with a vengeance.