“Wait. Elizabeth,” he groaned desperately as she moved beneath him. She couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to wait. She was on fire. Her pu**y spasmed around his thick cock, needing more, starved for the driving, fierce thrusts she had never known during her marriage to Dane. She had never known anything like this. Wild and hot, shredding any sense of decorum, any modesty she once possessed. She needed him deep, hard, plunging in her as they set fire to the world around them.
“Please.” She tightened on his throbbing erection. “Please, Dash. Fuck me now. Fuck me harder. Please.”
Her explicitly hot demand exploded through his head, shredding his control. Her soft voice, so sweet and husky, almost innocent, begging to be taken, to be f**ked, was more than he could stand. Dash groaned desperately, fighting the urge to lock his teeth on her delicate shoulder and give her exactly what she wanted. He had fought the instincts, the driving hunger, as long as he could. When her words whispered over his senses, he was lost.
He snarled at her shoulder, gripping it with his teeth as his hands tightened on her h*ps and he gave her
what she was begging for. Sinking into the slick, ultra-tight tissue, he set a hard, fast rhythm that drove his erection to the very depths of her, burying his c**k to the end and f**king her with a hunger he had never known in his life.
She was his. His woman. His mate.
Elizabeth was screaming out beneath him, her nails piercing his back as his teeth pierced her shoulder, his dick piercing her tight pu**y. He could feel his release looming, as he could feel her flesh rippling over his cock. So close. He held her still as he pumped inside her harder, the sounds of wet sex filling his ears, sucking cunt wrapping around him as he felt her explode around his cock. Her pu**y tightened, milking his flesh, fighting to hold it deep inside her as her juices spilled around it. It was too much. Too hot. Too damned tight. He felt the last of his control snap as his own release broke free of his restraint.
“No. Fuck, no.” He tried to pull back as he felt the first hard jet of his se**n spew inside her, then felt something more.
A desperate swelling in the middle of his cock, a pulsing erection blooming that terrified him.
“Oh God! Dash!” Elizabeth screamed his name as he felt her body shudder spasmodically beneath him, her orgasm rising in power, ripping violently beneath her flesh. She was so tight around him. Her flesh stretched, hugging him, giving way to the knot blooming in his c**k and locking him deep inside her. He couldn’t move without hurting her, couldn’t jerk his swelling flesh free of her tight pu**y. He could only groan in defeat, hold her to him and allow his release to surge through his body.
Each hard pulse of his seed throbbed in the hard knot, triggered contractions in her cunt that had her screaming hoarsely. She writhed beneath him, struggling to accept the additional girth as another orgasm peaked inside her, causing her to shudder harshly as she was forced to accept every hard pulse of his se**n inside her already overfilled depths.
Dash tasted blood and realized the sharp tips of his canines had pierced her shoulder. His tongue licked over it, his mouth suckling the small wound as she whimpered beneath him. The wracking shudders that had slammed through her body were weaker now. She trembled beneath him, her pu**y clenching on the hard knot locked inside her as she moaned at the intermittent bursts of orgasmic echoes. Her hands had fallen to the bed, her legs sliding weakly from his h*ps before he finally felt the easing of his flesh inside her. It was slow. It was destructive. Hard, hot blasts of his se**n spewed inside her with each flexing throb of the knot, though they lessened in intensity as the swelling began to diminish. Dash held her close to his chest, breathing roughly, fighting his own shock and horror until he could finally pull free of her, exiting her pu**y as it gave a soft, resounding farewell kiss to his flesh.
Chapter Twenty
He had meant to move away from her, to leave the bed, the room, to find someplace away from the sweet scent of her heat where he could think. Where he could consider this new, shocking development clearly. But as he moved from her, she whispered his name. Drowsy with repletion, her body exhausted
from the demands he had made on her, it had sighed over his flesh like a whisper of silk as she moved against him.
She tugged at him, pulling him down beside her, moving into his arms and laying her head against his chest. He stared down at the tangle of dark hair that spilled to the bed. One slender leg crossed over his; her arm lay over his stomach. He was tied as securely to the bed now as he would have been if it had been chains instead of one delicate woman.
What was he supposed to do? Tentatively, he turned to her and wrapped his arms around her, expecting the position to be uncomfortable. It wasn’t. She fit against him as though she had been made for him. He had never allowed himself to hold a woman after sex. Had never felt comfortable enough, or relaxed enough to sleep with one. And he had sure as hell never been able to keep from pulling away from one. But Elizabeth was different. In more ways than one.
God. What had he done to her? He closed his eyes, swallowing tightly at the remembrance of the thick swelling into her already snug pu**y. Like an animal. But nothing could eliminate the fact that the pleasure had been so intense, so much deeper than anything he had known, that he wanted nothing more than to repeat it.
Instead, he held her against him and let her rest. He hoped she was sleeping. Prayed she was sleeping. Because if she wasn’t, there wasn’t a chance in hell he could keep from taking her again. Dash let his fingers sink into the soft waves of hair that flowed over his chest and down her back. She was such a creature of sensuality, hot and erotic once the restraints had come off. She had burned him alive.
He rested his chin against her head, wondering at this strange change within him. He knew she was his woman. His mate. He had accepted it over a year ago when his commander had first begun reading him Cassie’s letters. There was no other way to explain the soul-deep possessiveness that had filled him, the inborn knowledge and rage that had gripped him while buried beneath the drugs as his body healed. He had known her. Known her laughter, her touch, had known her heat. By the time he awoke, he had been filled with a determination to hurry and heal and strengthen that he had never known before. He had amazed the doctors who had fought to save his life. He had exhausted his therapists as he worked to get stronger. Every minute of that long, painful battle, all he thought of was Elizabeth and Cassie. His woman and his child. They needed him. He needed them. The response of his body to her had been shocking, though. Never had he done anything like that with another woman. Never had he produced an ejaculation like the small, slick spurts of fluid that had eased her vagina around him. And never had he conceived that anything could have occurred like the thick swelling that locked him deep inside her already tight vagina. It had been like nothing he could have imagined. Filling her with his seed, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell that so much as a drop of it could spill before being given the chance…