He was relentless, ruthless, taking her higher and higher, her cries and pleas urging him for more. Always more. Her mind didn’t think she could take it. She thought she might go insane with the frenzy of lust growing between them, but her body refused to be sated no matter how many times he sent her crashing over the edge. He was so thick and hard, a battering ram that forced its way through her tight channel so that the friction increased to the point she feared they’d both burn from the fiery contact.
He slammed into her over and over, jerking her body to meet the hard thrust of his hips. His face was a mask of sensual fury, of utter resolve. He wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. A sob escaped and fear skittered down her spine, but she kept pleading for more, she needed more. She didn’t want him to stop even if it killed her, because if he didn’t make the terrible burning between her legs stop, she would die anyway.
The fire built into a raging inferno, spreading through her body like a firestorm, picking up speed until it felt like hurricane winds had swept the flames through every part of her. The tension coiled tighter and tighter. She felt him swell, filling her beyond her capacity to take him, stretching her, burning and stinging until even that was swept away in a vortex of intense passion.
His cock swelled more. Pulsed. Imprinted itself on her inner muscles, branded her there with – him. With Eli. She went rigid as her body clamped down viciously, strangling his cock, forcing the fire into the friction as his body continued to invade hers with hard, driving strokes. His muscles bunched. He drove deep again, once, twice and then jet after jet of hot liquid hit the tender walls of her sheath and filled her with his burning seed, marking her internally once again as his.
Her body still wouldn’t let him go, milking him greedily for every pearly drop, squeezing as she clamped down around him hard. He couldn’t leave her. He just couldn’t. He had to stay inside her and burn with her because it wasn’t stopping. Ripple after ripple, quake after quake and still her body demanded more.
Catarina slumped over the mattress, her hands clenching the sheets hard. She tasted blood on her lip where she’d sunk her teeth deep. If it wasn’t for Eli’s iron arm holding her hips up, she would have just collapsed. All she wanted to do was cry. The fire between her legs wasn’t gone. Even after all that. Worse, her skin was hot, and far too tight. Her hair was too heavy, pulling at her scalp. Everything hurt. Every joint. Her jaw. Her fingers, even her toes.
Eli didn’t pull out of her, nor did his cock soften. He remained in her, stretching her, and as he bent forward over her, the heavy length of him rubbed along her clit and her body exploded again. He licked at the tiny beads of sweat on her back, his tongue stroking caresses along her spine. Her heart pounded and she pushed back into him, tight, a small sob escaping.
“It’s all right, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered against her shoulder. “I’m right here with you. Don’t be afraid of this. Let it take you. Let it happen.”
She felt her then, her leopard, rising toward the heat and fire. Rising toward the wildness she sensed in Eli. A wave rose just beneath her skin, a terrible itch, pushing from underneath, determined this time, grounded in the fire that burned between her thighs.
“She wants out. I don’t know how to bring her out,” Catarina whispered into the mattress, on the very edge of despair. If the leopard didn’t get out of her, she was going to burst into flames and turn to ash. She couldn’t stand the heat or the terrible burning that refused to stop between her legs. She didn’t even know anymore if she was the one burning or her leopard was, only that she had to find a way to help the other get free.
“I know what will call her, Kitten. Trust me now. Let me do this for you.”
It always came back to Eli – everything. She needed him. She wanted him and God help her, she loved him. She knew he would see her through this. “Please, Eli, please help me with her.”
At once she felt the slide of fur up by her shoulder. A hot burst of air hit her and then teeth sank deep. She forced herself to breathe, accepting the bite, knowing his leopard called to hers. It was Eli’s hands on her, his body locked with hers, but somehow he had managed to shift his head and allow his leopard to call to the female. She couldn’t believe he had that kind of control.
Catarina breathed away the pain as she felt the female leap toward the male leopard. At once, Eli slipped out of her, and stepped back, still holding her up.
“We’ve got to get outside. Can you walk?” His voice was rough. Growling, already animal.
Her stomach cramped and she slipped to the floor on all fours. Pain was back in every joint, and her skin itched so bad she wanted to scream. Eli didn’t ask again, he swept her up, cradling her against his chest and ran through the house with her.
“Breathe deep and don’t try to hold her back. You won’t disappear, baby, even though the first time is scary and painful. You’ll be with her and you’ll feel a sense of freedom that’s unbelievable.”