Kissed by a Dark Prince(83)

She moaned and deepened the kiss, her tongue playing with his and her fingers clawing his hair. He held her tighter, his fingertips pressing into her buttocks, and lost himself in the feel of her against him, rubbing herself along his body. He couldn’t take much more but he couldn’t bring himself to make her stop either. It was bliss to have her in his arms like this and to know what they were about to do.

“Loren,” she murmured against his lips, the hard peaks of her breasts rasping his chest. He lifted her higher, bent his head and captured one nipple with his mouth, pulling the bud between his lips. She moaned and arched into him, and he shifted one hand to her upper back, supporting her as he licked, suckled and teased her breast. “Loren.”

He dipped his other hand lower, curling under her buttocks to touch her most sensitive flesh, and she jerked and moaned, her body quivering in his arms. He circled her entrance and she arched further, pressing her backside higher, allowing him to ease his fingers into her. She groaned as they slid into her wet sheath and she flexed around him.

His shaft pulsed, aching to be inside her and feel her contracting around him, drawing him deeper into her heat. He wanted to take her hard and fast, a rough coupling that would have her crying his name in bliss and feeling all of his strength.

“Loren,” she moaned again, husky and pleading, driving her hips upwards and taking his fingers deeper inside her. He couldn’t take any more.

Loren released her breast and withdrew his fingers. Before she could complain, he had flipped her over onto her front before him. He rose up behind her, pressed her shoulders down into the mattress, and shoved his cock deep into her body. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and it melted into a groan as he withdrew and slid back into her, letting her feel every inch of him and how hard she made him.

How wild.

He released her shoulders and grasped her hips, holding her firm as he thrust into her, hard and fast, causing her to rock forwards with each powerful pump of his hips. She moaned and curled her hands into fists, clutching the purple covers. Her hair spilled around her shoulders as she rose onto all fours and pushed back against him, driving him deeper into her wet heat.

“Loren,” she gasped and flexed around him, and he grunted at the feel of her clenching him tightly, gripping him hard as he drove into her over and over again, a slave to his dark need.

Olivia spread her knees further and sank back onto the bed, moaning each time he entered her. Loren couldn’t help himself. He clutched her hips, pumping her faster and taking her harder, driven by his need to possess her. She groaned and writhed, tipping her head up and forcing herself onto him, her actions as wild and untamed as his own.

He buried one hand between her thighs and fondled her bundle of nerves, earning another high gasp and groan from her. She shuddered in his arms, breathing hard, her heart hammering in time with his. He curled his hips, raw animal need at the helm, commanding he take her harder and make her find her release in a shattering climax.

His cock thickened, semen rising to the base of his shaft, his balls tightening as he took her and she moaned and writhed before him. He squeezed her nub and she convulsed upwards as she came, throbbing around his length, drawing him into finding release with her. He pumped harder, rougher, risking using more of his strength to take her in a wild coupling that had their bodies slamming together. She moaned again and her bliss shimmered through him, pushing him closer to the edge and taking him higher.

Loren growled, his lips peeling back off his fangs, and then grunted as he shot his seed into her quivering heat, thrusting shallowly into her as he fought for breath.

Olivia moaned with each pulse of his length and their ecstasy combined, ebbing and flowing through the link, making him hazy.

He pulled out of her and she rolled onto her back, a lazy smile winding its way across her flushed face. She looked down the length of her body at him with hooded eyes that spoke of her contentment and satisfaction. His female was sated.

He was not.

He still wanted her.

Needed her.

She held her hand out to him, as if she had sensed that need, and he pulled her to him, bringing her to kneel before him again. She kissed him, her fingers mussing his black hair further as his sank into hers, their long lengths tangling around the chestnut waves, anchoring her to him.

Olivia broke away and gave him a wicked smile as she pushed his chest. He took the hint and moved backwards, towards the head of the bed, and sank down against the pillows there. Olivia crawled onto him, straddling his thighs, and kissed him again, slower than before. The tempo between them changed with that kiss, the edge taken off their need, bringing them both down onto a more even keel.