She didn’t hesitate this time. “Wyatt. You. I trust you with me. Please, Wyatt, make it go away. Just take it away.”
He knew what she meant. The terrible driving hunger that never left her alone, that grew and grew until she thought she would lose her mind, until she had no choice but to go out and find a man to seduce. They’d done that to her in the laboratory, given her a curse beyond all others, and he damned well was going to beat them at their own game. Pepper was his, not theirs. She would know he would take care of her, protect her and when she needed this, crazy, violent sex, he would be more than happy to give it to her as well.
He ran his finger from the valley between her breasts down the center of her body to her belly button, watching her shiver in anticipation. All the while her tight channel surrounded the scant inches he’d allowed himself inside her, closing around him like the tightest of fists.
She bucked her hips, trying to force him deeper, but he held her there, knowing she needed this brutal, almost violent possession. He read it in her mind, although she’d tried to hide from him, ashamed of what they’d made her. Terrified he’d despise her for what she was. A tinge of fear skated into the deep purple of her eyes, as she tried to hold still for him, tried to give him what he silently demanded.
He rewarded her, sliding in another inch, forcing his way through those tight folds. She was more than ready for him, but so tight he could see the burn of discomfort in her eyes, on her face, before the pleasure took hold once more.
“I need you now,” she gasped out, pleading.
He surged into her. Hard. Fast. Deep. The floor didn’t give an inch and the thrust was brutal, taking him all the way. Her sheath was tighter than a skintight glove. Wet. Slick. A raging fire surrounding him with silken flames. He began to piston his hips, a fury of deep thrusts, each bumping her cervix, piercing her to go even deeper.
He felt her muscles reluctantly stretching to accommodate him, but still, she was tighter than any fist and the friction sent fire streaking through his cock to his belly and thighs. Her inner muscles gripped him, clamping down hard like a vise, trying to strangle him. He let go of every thought, spinning out into space, letting the pleasure take him.
He was rough, taking her in a violent storm of powerful, hammering strokes, giving himself up to the fantasy, the perfect lover, the woman he could do it all with. Every erotic thought or dream, slow and lazy, or rough and brutal, her body accepted and craved his.
He watched them come together, his cock slamming into her, disappearing while fire streaked through him and the breath left his lungs in a heated rush. The view was erotic, her breasts moving with every hard thrust. He loved the look on her face, the stark need and the wild passion to match his own.
He rode her hard, driving in and out of her until the agonizing fire consuming them both was nearly intolerable. His cock expanded, pushing back at the tight muscles, increasing the terrible friction. She cried out, clamping down around him in a vise-like grip, her body trying to strangle his. He thrust harder, using powerful strokes, feeling the throb in her body.
He rode the wave of madness, pleasure drenching him until his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and still he pounded into her. Her body clamped down a second time. Throbbed again.
“Now, baby.” It came out a command and he meant it that way, but he gentled his voice, praising her. “That’s my woman.” Letting her know he wanted this for her. That she was pleasing him. “Come for me. Give it to me. Give me you, Pepper. Wild. Hot. Give yourself to me.”
She cried out and her body tightened around his, clamping hard. Hot, delicious cream enveloped him, scorching him, but he welcomed the fluid, the biochemically treated honey that he’d be forever addicted to. He wanted her to have multiple orgasms, produce as much as possible of her liquid gold. It was the only way for her to ever get a respite from the terrible drive that refused to allow her peace. He was giving her that gift.
She cried out again and again, as her body rippled with another powerful orgasm. He waited for the aftershocks, breathing through his mouth to stay in control when his own body wanted to rocket with her. He didn’t allow her to catch her breath. He timed it perfectly, moving again, slamming deep, driving home to take her back up just as her body was settling.
“Again, baby, give it to me again,” he demanded, moving inside her, feeling the pleasure pouring over him.
“I can’t. I can’t, Wyatt.” Her head tossed back and forth, but her eyes clung to his and he could see the need still there.