He wanted his tongue to brand her. His teeth. He wanted his cock buried in her, causing skid marks, burning his brand inside her. It was a terrible, selfish need that rose in him, but he didn’t care. He pushed her higher until her head thrashed, her breath came in ragged gasps and she moaned his name. Until she was sobbing and pleading for him to be inside her. Until she was nearly insane with arousal, with her need of him.
He pushed a finger into her. So tight. Burning hot. His cock jerked hard, swelled more. Wanting that. Needing that. He tried a second finger and found that was a very tight fit. He bent his head a second time and resumed his feast. He needed her so close, spiraling out of control, that she couldn’t do anything other than allow him entrance.
“Casimir. Please. Oh, God, I can’t even think. Please. Please. Please. Do something. Anything.”
Her sobbing voice told him she was nearly there. He found her clit. Suckled. She screamed and muffled her mouth with her own hand, her body flying apart, rippling with life. He felt the explosion around his tongue and fingers, in the muscles of her belly and down her thighs. Instantly he shifted, lifting her bottom higher, going up on his knees, pulling her legs around him so he could lodge the head of his cock in her slick, burning entrance.
She kept moving, driving him wild. He had to clench his teeth, keep his control, pushing slowly but steadily into her scalding hot, tight depths. Her inner muscles closed around the sensitive head of his cock, trying to push him out, yet squeezing around him, holding him tighter than any fist possibly could.
“Relax for me, Giacinta. You’re so tight it feels like paradise, but it’s going to take some work to get this right. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You have to be inside me. I need you in me right now, Casimir.”
She tried for him. He could see her make the effort. Taking a breath. Forcing it out. He pushed forward as she took another breath.
“That’s it. Open your eyes, golubushka. Look at me. Keep your eyes on mine.” He could help her if she let him.
Lissa swallowed hard and forced her eyes to open. His face was purely carnal. Wholly sensual. Every line cut deep. His eyes liquid silver. His gaze held hers, captured her, giving her courage, so that she melted into him, giving herself to him. Letting him brand her his, knowing this moment changed her forever.
She was on fire. Burning from the inside out. She’d never known a person could be so stimulated, feel so much pleasure while needing so much more. Everything he did added to that burning need. The craving. She felt almost insane with arousal. She was used to the feeling of fire. The way it burned. The way it could make her crave more. But she had never felt anything like this before. Never.
Red-hot flames rushed over her body, her breasts, between her thighs, roaring with a life of its own so that it felt as if a fireball careened through her bloodstream and lodged deep inside her core, to burn out of control. His invasion was slow and steady, stretching, burning, impaling her on a red-hot brand, so thick she was certain she was going to die before he made his way inside.
She lifted her hips, wanting more, but frightened that if he gave her more she would come apart and never be put back together. She felt every inch of him as he pushed deeper into her body, her tight muscles reluctantly giving way under his steady insistence. She gasped for air. Burned. Writhed. Tried to get away. Tried to impale herself deeper. The feeling was brutal. Magnificent. Terrifying. Everything she’d ever wanted.
“Giacinta.” He hissed her name between his teeth. Gave a soft groan that she felt in her deepest core. “You’re so hot. Scorching hot.”
His tone was harsh, and she could only stare helplessly up at his glittering, hooded eyes. The stamp of sensuality on his face only fed her hunger for him. He leaned forward, over her, pushing deeper, another inch stretching and burning, her muscles clamping hard, massaging, dragging him in, pushing him out. Allowing the invasion while she thrashed under him.
“Hold still, malyshka,” he whispered, his voice no more than a groan. “Be still. Just relax.”
There was no way to relax. She couldn’t get air. She tried to keep her hips from bucking off the bed, but it was impossible with the fire burning her from the inside out. The slow movement of his body as he bent over her, drawing up her knees, forcing her thighs wider, his cock driving deeper, slowly and then stopping abruptly drove her wild.
His tongue brushed over her right nipple and lightning forked straight to her sex so that the walls of her sheath convulsed around him, holding tight. His lips kissed, his teeth tugged and then his mouth was around her soft breast, drawing it deep, his tongue working her nipple so that the whip of lightning became pure fire until she was certain she couldn’t take the need consuming her one more moment.