It was gone.
Control wasn’t even a thought. Nothing mattered but each luxuriant caress of his wicked tongue as it moved through the sensitive flesh before swirling around the tight bundle of nerves throbbing for release.
She arched, her thighs parted further. Each licking caress, each swipe of erotic sensation tightening in her clit dragged her deeper into the storm building inside her. She was racing toward the center of it, reaching for it, strangled moans tearing from her throat.
It was so good.
The intensity of each sensation, the turbulent rush of pleasure surging through her system only added to the euphoric haze filling her dazed senses.
Each pulse of blood racing through her veins carried the pleasure-laced adrenaline to infuse her senses, locking her in the sensual maelstrom Graeme was creating.
Graeme.
Her Graeme.
Whatever name he used, whatever persona he took, he was hers. He’d always been hers.
Just as she had always belonged to him.
Each path they had taken in life, each battle, each night that she had searched the darkness had been part of the journey leading to this.
To this pleasure.
A growl rumbled against the swollen bud of her clit as his lips surrounded it, drawing on the delicate flesh as his tongue rubbed against it, stroked it . . .
Oh God . . . the pleasure was indescribable. Each lick sent electric pulses rushing through her, building, burning along nerve endings so sensitive that each touch, each caress had the power to draw her deeper into a hunger she hadn’t expected.
It swirled, building with each breathless moan, each touch.
Blinding, searing sensation rocked her senses. Muscles drew tight, her body arched and in a rush of pure, burning ecstasy her orgasm exploded through her.
Breathless, strangled cries escaped her throat. Shudders tore through her, each explosive rush of ecstasy jerking her against Graeme’s body as he slid up over her.
She was certain the pleasure couldn’t be any better. That the storm erupting inside her couldn’t become more chaotic.
Until the broad, iron-hard length of his erection surged inside the flexing, tightening depths of her vagina.
“Sweet Cat.” The primal sound of his voice at her neck was followed by the feel of incisors raking against the delicate flesh.
Cat wrapped her arms around his shoulders and turned her lips to his neck as well, her own incisors gripping the hard muscle of his shoulder where it curved away from his neck.
Pushing into each fierce thrust of his hips between her thighs, the feel of his erection surging inside her, stretching her with burning pleasure, pushed her toward a precipice she wondered if she’d survive.
Survival or not, the need to meet the flaming ecstasy he was pushing her toward became a desperate, driving race to her own destruction.
Each powerful thrust of his hips, the feel of his body covering hers, one hand gripping her hip, the other buried in her hair, fingers tightening in the strands to hold her head in place, assured her he was racing for that same blinding edge of rapture.
Her thighs tightened on his hips, her teeth grazed his neck and, in a moment of complete, blinding instinct, she bit into his flesh as the violence of her orgasm threw her over that edge with such power, such explosive sensation, that nothing else existed but the ecstasy and the man joining her in it.
She felt his release as it jetted from him. Hard, heated pulses of semen that triggered the primal erection of the male barb. It locked into place, holding him inside her as he jerked against her, his incisors piercing her shoulder and a deep, guttural growl vibrating against her shoulder.
And it was never ending.
The ecstasy continued to explode, over and over again. The jagged bolts of fiery rapture overwhelmed her senses, overtook them. And just as he’d promised her, he held her through it. Secured against him, shuddering, defenseless, she felt herself lose something to him. Something she knew she’d regret later. Something she knew would give him the power to destroy her as he hadn’t in the past.
But he was holding her now, just as he’d promised he would.
She could feel his heart beating against her breasts, his battle to breathe as difficult as her own. Locked within her, his senses as overwhelmed as her own, his pleasure just as wild and untethered as hers.
At this moment he was hers just as much as she belonged to him.
For this moment.
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Midnight was edging across the sky, the cool desert breeze drifting through the open balcony doors as Graeme laying staring into the night beyond.
Curled against his side, boneless in sleep, Cat and the gentle rhythm of her breathing seemed to soothe the restlessness that normally plagued his nights. Holding her, replete after hours of loving, had dulled that razor edge of fury that seemed to follow him closer than his own shadow, and replaced it with drowsy satisfaction.