She swallowed hard, trying to stay still for him. Trying not to plead and sob when she was becoming desperate. Then he started really torturing her. Light smacks all over, never in the same place, hard enough to send warmth spreading and to sensitize every nerve ending, not hard enough to hurt. She’d never felt anything so erotic in her life. She didn’t know how to breathe through it. The tension in her wound tighter and tighter until she knew she was going to implode.
Aleksei. She tried to warn him. She was not going to be able to hang on, and she knew instinctively he didn’t want her to orgasm. She was so close. So needy. It was too much. All that heat and fire. Building, constantly building with no relief.
No.
The single command vibrated through her body. Sent her even higher. She forced air through her lungs, determined to hang on for him. His fingers plunged deep and she screamed. Nearly shattered. Fought it back.
I can’t.
You can. Not until I tell you.
He was in the mood to play. Her body shook with urgency as his fingers were replaced by his mouth. His tongue plunged deep and she moaned and pushed back, grinding herself against his mouth. Immediately he was gone and she cried out in frustration.
Patience, kessake. You are becoming my little kessa ku toro, my wildcat.
His voice steadied her as nothing else could. She drew in another deep breath and waited. She didn’t have to wait long. His mouth came back and he proceeded to torment her over and over, bringing her to the very brink, suckling her clit, using the edge of his teeth and the flat of his tongue and then backing off just before she tipped over the edge. Each time he backed off, his hand was on her bare butt, a little harder each time, sending fire through her body, pure flames licking over her skin and pouring into her bloodstream.
Aleksei. She wailed his name.
What is it you want, kessa ku toro? Tell me.
Your cock. Inside me. Please, baby. I need it now. I don’t think I’m going to survive this.
His fingers dug into her hips and he surged into her. Like a jackhammer. Driving straight through tight muscles, invading deep, forcing her body to accommodate his size. She was slick with liquid heat, but still, the friction was too much—too good—and she screamed, unable to contain the wealth of sensations pouring through her.
You wait for me.
Ohgodohgodohgod. She repeated the mantra over and over, trying to hold her fragmenting body together for him.
He pounded into her, sending more flames storming through her. It felt like a takeover. A claiming. Pure possession. It felt like heaven. Perfection. Still, she didn’t think she could hold it together. She was so close. Right there—on the edge—and he showed no signs of stopping. Of letting her have her release and then going on.
I can’t. Really, Aleksei. I’m too close.
He stopped. Held himself still. Buried all the way to the hilt in her, so deep she was afraid he was lodged in her womb. He felt huge, filling her and still pushing hard against her inner muscles.
No. Don’t stop. You can’t stop.
He rubbed her buttocks, smoothing soothing caresses over her warm cheeks and down her thighs.
You taste delicious. I am addicted to your taste. I could spend hours eating you.
Her feminine channel convulsed around his cock, tightening more until she was practically strangling him.
I love how you need me. How your body craves mine and tells me so. You are scorching hot, so tight, so perfect. A man could live in you and never get enough.
Please. Please. Please. She didn’t care that she was begging.
So hungry for me. He bent forward and kissed the base of her spine, right at the curve there. His fingers tightened.
Gabrielle held her breath. He slammed deep. Once. Twice. She panted. So close. She wasn’t going to be able to stop a tidal wave. It reached for her. Overtook her. Shaking her. Consuming her. She screamed. Sobbed. Her entire body seemed to convulse, the ripples racing up to her breasts, and down her thighs. It didn’t stop, going on and on, so intense she thought she might die. Just as she thought the monstrous orgasm was subsiding, Aleksei slammed deep again, over and over, pumping his seed into her, hot jets splashing, triggering a second wave every bit as strong as the first one.
He held her hips to him, one arm sliding around her waist as her body grasped and milked his greedily. Her knees would have collapsed, and she had no idea how he was still on his feet. He’d powered into her over and over, until she lost track of time, her mind moving into another place, another realm, but she knew he had spent a long time inside of her. She was deliciously sore.
He moved up onto the bed, guiding her around so that she crawled, still connected to him, around to face the headboard. With every movement she felt her body ripple around his, grip his tightly, reluctant to let him go. He was right, she craved him. She knew she always would.