His mouth was firm and warm and wet, giving her small, firm nips through the material between the long, firm stroke of his tongue.
Marking me. He’s marking me.
This was so unlike him. He was always gentle with her, touching her as if she were fragile glass. Gentle was not the word she would use now.
Rip of fabric, and cool air hit her wet nipples. Now his mouth covered her, the nip from his teeth sharper, the pull in her belly deeper now that there were no barriers, only his mouth on her.
First on her breasts, then he lifted his head so his mouth covered hers, a controlled plundering where he dominated, forcing her mouth wide, the smallest scrape of fang eliciting a gasp and a swirl of heat through her belly.
Her wrists were released, and claws traveled down her back, dragged her jeans down the length of her legs in an explosive burst of movement, leaving her in front of him in only her underwear.
Without warning he turned her, moving her at his pleasure. She leaned against him, her back to his chest. His mouth was hot where neck met shoulder while the tips of his claws played with her nipples, the tiny nip of pain tightening them to pointed tips. His tail curled around her calf, warm and strong and supple, massaging the sensitized length of her leg.
“Are you mine, Meyja?” His voice was urgent, rough. “Will you leave me?”
Reason prodded against the murky swirl caused by the myriad of sensation in her body. That’s what this was about? He was scared she might leave? “Never, I swear. Terak, I’m yours.”
One hand left her breast to run across her stomach, never going low enough for her. She canted her hips upwards, but he remained in control, not allowing her any relief. She tried to rub back against him, but he held her away, his hold firm.
His tail moved up her leg, moving against her in sinuous rhythm, urging her legs apart, a demand she eagerly complied with, and she sobbed in relief as finally, finally, he rubbed against the edge of her clit.
Wave after wave of sensation crashed through her. Terak brought his wings in front of them and surrounded her, enveloped her. Her senses were filled with him, the sharp point of his teeth against the back of her neck while his hands continued to play with her breasts, pinching just to the point of pain, before rubbing over the hard nub in pure sensuous caress, and during all this his tail firm and strong against her, making her tense in near release and then it would still, slow, let the mounting sensation abate and leave her to cry out in frustration.
“Are you mine?” came the dark velvet whisper in her ear.
“Yes.” Her answer was a sob, a supplication. Anything to have him finish.
One final hard press of his tail, and then the wings opened and the tail withdrew, and he bent her over the bed and thrust into her. It might be the position, or it might be he was so overpowering, using her as he wished, but he felt huge inside her, almost uncomfortable as her body adjusted to him.
There was no gentleness. His hand against her shoulder blades bent her deeper into the bed, tilted her hips higher, and his body owned hers with each forceful motion of his hips.
The clamp of his teeth on the nape of her neck pushed her over into orgasm, her body shaking so hard Terak faltered for a moment before he resumed his motions, hard and firm and fast, working her body for every last shudder of pleasure.
Even as her body came down from the high, Terak still moved, still pushed into her with his full strength. There was no respite. Her body barely had the final tremor of pleasure when he pulled out and flipped her onto her back, gathering her legs over his shoulders and sliding into her again.
He bent low over her, his mouth capturing hers again. Her nerve-endings were so sensitized it was too much – his mouth, the heat of him, the thrust of his body, the scrape and slide of skin against hers. Her mind was pure white, any rational thought quieted. All that remained was primal longing. Her mate fucking her, using her, forcing her to submit, burying himself in her and marking her with sweat and come.
He pulled up and took her legs from over his shoulders and pushed her knees to her chest before parting them. She followed his gaze and gasped to see herself so open, see in full measure his cock sliding in her, disappear into her and his pelvis crushed against hers for a moment before he slid out, his skin slick and wet and shining from her. He groaned above, and as if her gaze spurred him on his hips moved even faster, and he asked “Are you going to come again, mate? Do you wish me to let you come again?”
Where had this dominating male been hiding inside her gentle gargoyle? He owned her, and with every word he showed he reveled in it. She raised her arms, curled her nails in the hard mass of his biceps. She licked her lips, and would have smiled at the answering groan if she wasn’t panting. “Yes, mate. Let me come.”