Each firm caress of his finger against that bundle of inner nerve endings pushed her further, pushed her deeper into the rising waves of sensual destruction. One arm slid around her back, holding her close, keeping her against him when her knees weakened. His finger continued to torment her, delight her, driving her wild inside with the need to orgasm. The unruly hunger pulsing inside her had her hips rising and falling against the penetration, riding his finger as she began to gasp, desperate to find that touch, that one caress that would send her exploding into release.
Graeme tore his lips from hers, moving his mouth to her ear to nip at the lobe as he eased a second finger in beside the first. The additional penetration had pleasure and pain riding side by side. Stretching heat sizzled through the intimate passage, building by the second as he filled her. Reaching inside her, both fingertips found that spot, stroked and rubbed, creating a storm of such sensation she became lost in the spiraling force of it.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, nipping at her ear again. “So sweet. That’s it, baby, take it. Ride my fingers just like you’re going to ride my cock. That’s it, my little cat. Give it to me, let me feel you coming around me.”
As though all she needed was his demand, her senses erupted. Spasms of repeated rapture rippled through the flesh hugging his fingers, tightening on him, holding him inside her as a wail of tortured pleasure filled the air around them.
She could feel the rush of moisture as it spilled from around his fingers to her thighs, ripples of agonizing ecstasy racing from the tightening flesh of passage as pleasure exploded there to encompass her clit, where it detonated once again.
She was jerking in his arms, perspiration dampening her flesh and his as he held her through the storm, groaning in hunger as he gave her release while holding his own back. She didn’t have to think about his pleasure, didn’t have to think about anything but the explosions tearing through her and sending waves of brutal pleasure throughout her body.
The storm didn’t abate, though. Even as the cascading arcs of release tore through her she could still feel the fire burning inside her, the need for more rising rapidly. The hunger inside her for this Breed was like a fever she couldn’t escape. Even when she was certain she could contain it, still it slipped out of her control, rocked her senses and left her far too vulnerable, too weak to the need they shared.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned at her ear as the shudders began to ease and the grip she had on his fingers loosened. “Now you can ride my cock.”
Before she could do more than catch her breath at his sudden move, he was lying back on a padded lounger and drawing her over him.
“Ride me, Cat. Come on, baby, destroy me with your love.”
With her love?
Oh God, she loved him.
She hated him and she loved him. Ached for him, and ached because of him. And she couldn’t refuse either of them this shocking pleasure.
Straddling his powerful hips, her knees settled into the cushions at each side of him as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest. With her eyes locked on his, Cat shifted back with her hips, fighting to breathe as his jutting erection began to part the slick, swollen folds guarding her sheath.
The gold of his eyes shifted to that wild jungle green, the stripes along his face slowly fading away. His hands gripped her hips, leading her gently, teaching her how to move against him, how to ride him with a steadily increasing pace.
“What do you do to me?” It was a plea, a sob, an inability to understand why she succumbed so easily to him and to his touch.
“I didn’t create you, Cat,” he whispered, the hoarse rasp of his voice multiplying the ache growing inside her. “You were created for me, to hold back the madness. You are my sanity.”
Thrusting inside her with a surge of power, parting her snug sheath and burying to the hilt.
“Oh God . . . Graeme,” she cried out, only barely aware that she hadn’t called him G, and she hadn’t called him Gideon.
“Ride me, Cat,” he rasped, moving beneath her as the chaotic pleasure of moments before began to spiral inside her once again.
Each forceful, burning penetration of his iron-hard flesh had a whimper parting her lips. The pleasure was brutal. Locked in his gaze, moving above him, lifting and falling into the heavy thrusts between her thighs, Cat became lost in him. Her lashes drifted nearly closed, the sensual weakness building even as the scorching pleasure burned out of control.
“That’s it, Cat, take me,” he growled, his expression tightening, hands gripping her hips tighter as he pushed so deep inside her she swore he penetrated her soul. “Give to me, baby. Give me all of you.”
He had all of her.
“All of me . . .” The cry was torn from her as his thrusts became harder, faster, driving inside her in jackhammer strokes that pushed her over the edge of reason, of reality, and had her exploding in a kaleidoscope of flaming, overwhelming ecstasy.