Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(33)

There was a burst of pain and then he was fully seated in her. All the way. Every inch. She could feel him deep. Bumping her womb. A steel spike invading, taking her over, branding her from the inside out with his own particular fire – one she recognized. He was fire as well. Bound to the same element. The flames ran deep along with the passion. He had buried his true nature just as she had. Her body recognized his. They melted together, sharing skin. Sharing one body.

He moved again and a lash of flames burst over her. She suppressed a cry at the pleasure swamping her, and her muscles clamped down like a vise around his thick cock. His breath hissed out and his eyes burned right through her, claiming her. The lust there, the emotions swamped her. She wasn’t certain she could live through wanting him. Just like this. The bite of pain, the searing pleasure. The man branding her just as she’d branded him.



“I can’t hold on if you move. I’ve never lost control, Giacinta, but it’s slipped so far away from me and I don’t know if I can…”



“Don’t. I don’t want your control, Casimir. I want the real you. Let go. Let go with me.” Lissa wanted him on any terms. She wanted the real man. The real body. Not the one his handlers had forced him to become, but the one under all those masks.



“You’re not ready to handle that,” he denied, his lips traveling to her chin to sink his teeth there, biting, nibbling, his tongue soothing the sting. “Don’t move, golubushka,” he ordered, his voice so harsh she winced. His hips ground against her, then retracted and plunged again.

She writhed under him. Bucked her hips. Wrapped her legs around him, driving her body up to his, watching his face, the lines carved so deep, the molten eyes igniting. She was wild, and she wanted him the same way. She wanted him to lose all that discipline and control drilled into him. She wanted to be the one to do that.



With a harsh groan, he shifted his body again, his hands at her hips, holding her, pinning her so that he could pound into her, burying himself deep. She cried out, shocked at the pleasure streaking through her. Shocked at his sudden fury. Hungry for more. Desperate for more.



“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Casimir. Make me yours.”



His gaze drifted possessively over her face. Devouring her. The look took her last breath, sent shivers through her body. He looked… ruthless. Implacable. So sensual she thought he was the epitome of the word.

He bent his head and took her mouth, so gently it turned her heart over, made it stutter in her chest. A million butterflies took wing in her stomach. The action of his body shifted his cock inside her, caressing her inside as he’d kissed her mouth. When he lifted his head, his gaze burning over her, her mouth continued to grow hot, just as her feminine sheath did. Scalding. Scorching. Hotter and hotter. She gave a low keening moan. The sound seemed to be a catalyst.



Casimir gripped her hips hard and plunged into her hard and fast. She felt the burning stretch along with a bite of pain mixing with a million other sensations driving her up higher. His hips took on a rhythm, a driving force, slamming into her, jolting her body, jolting her senses until she writhed and cried out, pleading, but for what, she wasn’t certain.

Deep inside, the tension coiled tighter and tighter, flames burning through her, white-hot now. All the while his cock slammed home, filling her, stretching her, the friction so strong she thought she might burst into flames. Still he didn’t stop, just gripped her tight and continued the merciless rhythm.



The tension continued to build in her, winding so tight, a harsh, desperate burn that refused to release, refused to ease. She whispered his name, fighting the fear that threatened to consume her right along with the pleasure that bordered on pain. He’d been right, she wasn’t ready for this. She had no idea it could even be this way. So desperate inside. The endless, terrible pressure coiling tighter and tighter with no end in sight.

Her head wouldn’t still, thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Her body writhed, fought, strained against his. That steel spike seemed to have grown, never stopping, never letting her catch her breath, driving deep, streaking fire through her with every stroke, pounding, while her body bathed his cock in hot moisture, yet the erotic pressure refused to ease even the tiniest bit.



She arched into him, needing more, always more, yet at the same time, fear built along with the brutal pressure. “Casimir.” She whispered his name, uncertain if she was pleading for more or if she wanted him to stop. There was no controlling her body, her hips lifting to meet those brutal, magnificent strokes, needing this. Needing him filling her. Stretching her. Building the flames until it was a wildfire raging out of control, consuming them both – and it would consume them. She had no doubt and fear gripped her, every bit as strong as the terrible, relentless hunger.