The stiff length of his c**k parted her entrance, pushed inside, filled her ever more with each thrust, until one hard stroke buried him to the hilt inside her.
A cry tore from her lips, meeting the harsh, primal growl that left his throat as his chest covered her back once again. Holding her hips elevated, his thighs bunching and tightening against hers, he began working the broad length of his c**k inside her, thrusting, stroking, pushing in over and over again. Each driving invasion sent her inner muscles spasming around it as nerve endings screamed out at the ecstatic sensations digging into her senses.
Stygian’s fingers tightened at her hips as he held her in place for each impaling of the fierce width of his cock. Working inside the snug heat of her pu**y, the broad shaft caressed violently sensitive tissue and pushed her closer, harder, toward the burning center of ecstasy.
“Stygian, please,” she begged, the sensations agonizing, so filled with such sharp, brutal pleasure that she feared she’d lose her mind from his possession. “Oh God, please. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
Out of her mind with the sheer erotic rapture, she lost herself to it. Control was gone. It couldn’t exist alongside such exquisite sensations.
The shields protecting her heart and soul evaporated, turned to dust beneath the certainty that this man, this Breed, was the one anchor that would protect her through any storm.
Releasing her hold on those emotions seemed to open her further to the pleasure, allowing it to build with sharper, more heated intensity.
She couldn’t bear it.
She couldn’t live through it.
As her inner flesh sucked at his shuttling erection, she couldn’t help releasing the mat with one hand, her arm curving back to bury her fingers in the long silken strands of his hair as it fell over her shoulder and face.
He licked at the mark on her shoulder.
His incisors raked over the little wound, and she knew—
Liza shuddered at the knowledge.
Her thighs clenched, her pu**y gripped his c**k tighter, spasmed and with a desperate, agonized cry, she felt herself suddenly hurtling through the blazing, blinding center of pure ecstasy—a rapture that imploded, crashed inside her and began setting off an explosive series of fireworks that radiated through her body.
Behind her, Stygian was still f**king her. The hard, driving strokes powered inside her with a force that triggered one ecstatic explosion after the next.
Throbbing violently, the blood pounding through heavy veins, each impalement was another sharp, brutally explosion burst of release until he buried inside her with one last desperate thrust. A snarl sounded behind her a breath before the sharp incisors sank into the mating mark once more.
She was jerking beneath him.
She was melting around him.
The feel of his release spurting inside her, the mating knot suddenly extending a portion of the already broad length of his cock, locking her in the desperately flexing muscle that milked at it, sent her rushing headlong into an explosion of pure violent ecstasy.
An agony of rapture held her suspended, exploding over and over again inside the quaking depths of her pu**y. Spurt after spurt of heated se**n gushed inside her, filling the depths of her pu**y as tears of agony and ecstasy spilled from her eyes.
It seemed never ending. The waves upon waves of such overwhelmingly intense sensation tore reality from her mind and kept her hips jerking against his, her body shuddering until she feared there was no way to survive it.
But as each pulse of ecstasy became shorter, less dramatic, until finally, with one last wave of electrified sensation, Liza found herself collapsed against the mat, soaked with perspiration and weak with exhaustion.
Behind her, his c**k still locked in the heavy muscles of her pu**y, his tongue lapping at the mating mark, easing the bite, Stygian’s breathing was harsh, growls emanating from his throat at irregular intervals.
As the pleasure eased and a shadow of reality returned, she could feel the change within herself. Some feeling, some knowledge she wasn’t yet certain of, that she knew would change her forever.
The knowledge of it had a wave of fear just waiting to tear through her.
“What have you done to me?” She was too exhausted, too drained to feel anything other than repletion at the moment.
Repletion, and a certainty that there was no preparing herself for what was to come.
“The same thing you’ve done to me.” His voice was heavy, dark and indolent with the pleasure and release that had swept through him as well.
“And what is that?” She had to force each word past her lips.
Exhaustion was making her voice slurred, heavy. Making herself worry was impossible. Fear didn’t have a chance.
Yet.
As she waited for him to speak, she felt him shudder above her, the knot that had locked him inside her slowly receding and losing possession of her inner flesh.
“What is it?” He sighed. “Possession. You own me, Liza. That’s what mating ensures. Heart. Body. God, my very soul. You own it all. We belong to each other in ways we’ve never belonged before. In ways I never imagined I could belong to anyone.” His lips pressed against her shoulder, warm, lazy with satisfaction. “I love you, Liza. With every part of my body, my heart and my soul. I love you.”
Trepidation was rising inside her now. She’d already begun to suspect the truth, and the certainty of it now filled her with dread.
“I wasn’t in the market to be owned,” she whispered as panic tried and failed to rise inside her. “I liked myself nice and free and single, thank you.”
“I think you’re very nice,” he drawled as he eased his c**k slowly from the grip of her pu**y and collapsed beside her before pulling her against the warmth of his chest. “You’re free. You’re single,” he said gently as he brushed his cheek against her hair. “But, you have to admit, Liza, it’s nice to belong, isn’t it? To know you were the dream that kept me fighting for my freedom, for all the Breeds’ survival. For this moment in time, for the heart of a woman I knew awaited me. Surely it’s not so terrifying?”
Terrifying? No, it wasn’t terrifying.
Levering herself up enough to stare into the drowsy depths of his now dark blue eyes, Liza glimpsed the wild, dark, primal core of the man now.
He was like the earth itself: safe, strong and as unpredictable as the wildest storm.
And he wanted to belong to her?
He believed he did belong to her?