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 c**k barely pressing against the slick folds of her pu**y, 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 pu**y, 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 pu**y,” 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 c**k as it tucked against the folds of her cunt.
“When you come, triggering my own release, the feel of your pu**y clenching on the mating knot would take me to my knees if I did as I’ve fantasized and f**ked 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 pu**y 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 pu**y, 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 f**king 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 c**k to the flexing entrance to her pu**y.
With each harsh beat of blood through her veins her pu**y 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 c**k 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 c**k had her pu**y rippling, clenching, desperate for more.
Her fingers desperately gripped the edge of the mat, locking into the heavy material as she held on tight, the rioting ecstasy clashing, raging through her body as he pulled back, then buried the throbbing crest inside her once again.
It pulsed, flooded her pu**y with searing heat as the hormone-rich fluid filled her once again.
Nerve endings were suddenly more sensitive, coming alive, pushing closer to the surface of her flesh as though desperate to feel each throb of his c**k inside her.
Working his hard width inside her, stretching her, burning her tender flesh with ecstasy, Stygian rocked against her, possessing more and more of her soul even as he possessed each inch of her inner flesh.