Therian Prisoner(66)

And waking up like this was even better.

He slowly pushed two fingers into her snug passage and she welcomed the penetration with a firm squeeze. His tongue circled her clit as he pumped his hand between her thighs. She planted her heels and raised her hips, no longer able to passively accept what he gave.

“That’s right.” His lips teased her folds as he whispered the encouragement. “Show me what you want.” He caught her clit between his lips and carefully sucked.

She arched into the caress, rubbing against his mouth as tension gathered deep in her belly. The first slow pulse of an orgasm trapped her breath in her lungs and he pulled his mouth away. She cried out and clenched her inner muscles around his fingers, determined not to lose him entirely.

“I want us to come together.” He crawled on top of her, pushing her nightshirt higher to bare her breasts. “Is that okay with you?”

Before she could answer, his mouth latched on to one of her nipples and her breath escaped in a soft gasp. Sensations spread through her chest and spiraled downward. All her senses seemed focused on the firm suction of his mouth. Her core echoed each pull and tingles raced up and down her spine.

She pushed her hands into his hair, enjoying the silky texture of the strands sliding between her fingers. Drawing her legs up high against his sides, she opened herself, eager for the fullness of their joining.

His body slid upward and he parted her folds with his shaft, but didn’t venture deeper. She tossed her head and bucked her hips. “Stop teasing me.”

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was a sensual growl.

“You. Inside me.”

He raised his head and their gazes locked as he found her entrance then stopped.

“Please.” She hated the plaintive cry in her voice, but he slowly filled her and the pleasure obliterated rational thought. Locking her ankles at the small of his back, she made damn sure he didn’t pull out.

She dragged his mouth down to hers as he began deep yet measured strokes. He rubbed against her as he drove into her, the hair on his chest teasing her sensitive nipples. Catching her hands and interlacing their fingers, he pinned her arms above her head. She wasn’t struggling, wanted this as badly as he did, but it was instinctive for a Therian male to subdue his mate, to demonstrate his strength and ability to protect her.

The thought made her shiver. Was she Ian’s mate? Was she ready to make such a monumental commitment?

She pushed the uncertainty aside and focused on the sensual motion of their bodies.

His mouth hovered over hers. He swooped down from time to time to caress her lips with his, but he was moving too fast to maintain a kiss. His breath was warm and the scent of her pleasure was unmistakable. Acting on instinct, she reared and nipped his lip, wanting him wild with his desire for her.

He responded with a deep, demanding kiss, then rocked back onto his knees and dragged her hips off the bed. He held her suspended above the mattress as he thrust into her willing body. Control. The more control she surrendered the more pleasure it gave him, which in turn excited her.

Staring deep into his eyes, she lowered her mental shields and waited for him to join her.

His hands tightened on her hips and he thrust hard and fast as he carefully flowed into her mind. She moaned, tingling heat saturating her senses. She felt surrounded by him and filled with him, joined so completely that it made her tremble.

He lowered her hips to the bed, following her down. His hands swept up her sides, pausing briefly to caress her breasts before he framed her face. “Mine.” He whispered the word against her lips as he shared the full scope of his feelings.

Gasping into his mouth, Devon shook with a spontaneous climax. His desire was consuming and overwhelming, yet unbelievably tender. She felt adored and safe even as the heat blazed through her.

His tongue pushed past her lips as he drew his hips back. Then he shifted his hips to a better angle and thrust together, filling her mouth and her core as they shared a cry of pleasure.

She unhooked her ankles, allowing him to move freely. He drove into her with hard, steady strokes, claiming her body as he filled her mind. Surrendering completely to the seething emotions, Devon offered all to him. She shared his pleasure and he shared hers, sensations and emotions flowing back and forth across their mental link.

He sped the rhythm of his hips and tore his mouth from hers, gasping for breath as he neared completion. She fought back the urge to shut her eyes, determined to watch him lose control. His hips slammed against her, driving his entire length deep into her body. His features tensed and his neck arched, eyes tightly closed. He shuddered violently then lowered his head and moaned against her parted lips.