As Graeme moved between her thighs, his hard, muscular body coming over her, she knew she’d made a grave error. The width of his cock parted the folds between her thighs, stroking over slick flesh as it began pressing inside her.
The need for this was unlike anything she’d ever known or imagined. Her fingers curled, the little sharp claws that tipped them burying in the quilt beneath her as she felt the entrance to her vagina begin stretching, burning as the width of his cock began penetrating her.
Shards of pulsing, desperate need for each sensation overwhelmed her, and an overriding hunger for another of those deep, spice-infused kisses only added to the needs rising with sharp, desperate force through her body.
“Kiss me.” She couldn’t bear the hunger for it.
Staring up at him, she was restrained by the powerful fingers holding her wrists above her head as the heavy crest of his erection began impaling her with a pleasure-pain that tore past the fierce hold she had on her senses.
A groan, part growl, was a harsh sound of male pleasure and need as his lips covered hers. His tongue pressed between her lips, that elusive taste of spice filling her, mixing with the heated hint of cinnamon she’d already tasted and combining to create a desperate hunger she feared was closer to an addiction.
The warmth of his body shielded her, the heat of his erection worked slowly inside her, stretching her, stoking the most incredible sensations through her inner flesh and sensitized bud of her clit.
The swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of intimate flesh throbbed and pulsed with a need she hadn’t expected. With each advance of the thick length of hard flesh pressing inside her, each blistering stretch of the narrow channel he was taking, sizzling bands of sensual tension tightened around the aching bud.
She couldn’t bear it. The pleasure and the pain, the heated sensuality of his lips moving against hers, his tongue tasting her as she tasted him. And she needed so much more.
Blistering waves of ecstatic pleasure rushed through her, increasing the sensual hunger she was helpless against.
Tearing his lips from hers with a growl, Graeme buried his lips at her neck, his breathing harsh and heavy as he gripped her hip with his free hand and paused. The blunt crest of his cock throbbed inside her, the heavy pulse stroking nerve endings that had never felt the intimate invasion she was experiencing now.
Releasing her hands, he seemed to have no complaints when she gripped his shoulders, the hardened, sharpened nails that tipped her fingers pricking his flesh. A rumble of pleasure vibrated against her breasts, the sound sending a hard strike of pleasure to bury at her womb, the sharp sensation jerking her against him.
“Hold on, little cat,” he groaned, his hand tightening on her hip. “Just hold on to me.”
Her only warning was the tightening of his hips and the hard thighs she gripped with her knees. A heartbeat later he drew back, the heavy crest stroking sensitive flesh until it paused at the entrance. Before she could draw a breath or prepare herself, a strong thrust of his hips buried the iron-hard length of his cock partway inside her. The thin barrier of sexual innocence gave way, her inner flesh clasping the fierce heat desperately before he drew back once again.
Each heavy thrust of his hips buried his throbbing erection deeper inside her, stoked the flames whipping through her senses and licking over her flesh.
Turning her lips to the hard column of his neck as she clung to him, Cat let the pleasure have her. There was no fighting it, no denying the hunger that had built over the years for this touch, for this Breed.
For this.
The heavy weight of iron-hard male flesh was buried to the hilt inside her, overfilling the intimate channel and electrifying sensitive nerve endings already overly stimulated.
Graeme didn’t stop with just the possession. Nipping at her shoulder, he began moving, retreating before forging inside her once again.
Oh God, the pleasure . . . she had to get closer, had to have more. Involuntary ripples of reaction tightened her vagina on the invading length as chaotic flashes of sensation tore through her body.
Like electricity. It sizzled over her skin, the friction of his body against her, one hand stroking up her side to her breast, his thumb and finger finding the hard tip and creating such brutal lashes of sensation that the last fragile hold she had on any emotional defense against him disintegrated.
With each thrust of his cock inside her, each growl of pleasure at her neck, ecstasy tightened through her. Just the touch of his skin against hers was pure, undiluted pleasure. His lips at her neck, the taste of his flesh as her lips parted at his hard shoulder . . . She was burning around him, her senses were flying higher by the second, the lashing intensity of each hard thrust of cock stoking a conflagration building in her senses.