Breeds: Stygian's Honour Part 35

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Locked within the suddenly sensually charged atmosphere, Liza knew she had no desire to leave.

"I wouldn't deny you, Stygian, even if I were able to." She wasn't going to lie to him at this point. She wasn't going to lie to herself.

She couldn't, even if she wanted to, be- cause he would know the lie for what it was.

And there was no way to deny the fact that if she could have chosen an adventure to des- troy her life, this would have been the one she would have chosen, and the man she would have chosen to have it with.

As though to reward her for not denying it, his lips settled against her nape, taking small, leisurely kisses along the column of her neck.

The velvet-rough texture of his lips, the heated lap of his tongue against her flesh was incredibly sensual. It added fuel to the latent 499/862 flames simmering between her thighs and heating her c.l.i.toris.

What he did to her should be illegal. What he made her body feel, made her heart race for, should have been outlawed long ago by the United Nations and entered into the Geneva Convention. Or something.

As his hands smoothed from her hips, run- ning up, his large hands cupping her swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Liza knew he was destroying the wo- man she had fought to be for so many years.

He was destroying the security she had built for herself and the safety she had fought so hard to attain.

She rested her head against his shoulder, feeling her hair trailing down her bare arm, the skin revealed by the sleeveless summer blouse she'd hurriedly dressed in earlier.

"Let me hide," she whispered as he began pulling the light s.h.i.+rt up, over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then taking her wrists in a gentle grip, lifted 500/862 her arms to allow him to remove it altogether.

"Why hide?" His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending erotic shudders racing down her back then back up again. "Come out and play, Liza," he dared her. "Live for me." He nipped at her earlobe before blazing a path of pleasure down her neck as his hands re- turned to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Her arms curved back, holding on to his neck as his fingers plucked at her nipples, the tender buds so swollen, so responsive to his touch that the pleasure was excruciating.

Live for him?

She was living just fine for herself. She was doing fine hiding. She just needed to hide a little while longer.

But hiding wasn't going to happen when he touched her.

When she could feel the strength of his erection at her back. When she could feel his fingers plumping and caressing her nipples 501/862.

as his teeth raked her neck and his tongue licked a fiery path of pleasure along it.

"You're destroying me, Stygian," she whispered as the fingers of one hand re- leased the small catch of the skirt he'd already removed from her body once.

"You complete me, Liza," he swore as the material pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in the thong panties she wore and a matching white lace bra.

How could she complete him when she wasn't even certain she herself was whole?

One broad, calloused palm slid from her breast to travel down her midriff, over her stomach to the low, elastic band of her panties.

Sliding beneath the band, his hold tightened as her breath caught, her thighs parting as his fingers found the saturated folds of her s.e.x.

"Again?" Shock and bemus.e.m.e.nt filled her voice. "It's only been a few hours."

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She hadn't expected him to want her now, not after Jonas had all but ordered his quick return to the suite. "Always," he groaned as the pad of his finger found the tight, clenched entrance to her p.u.s.s.y. "I would want you on my deathbed."

"Jonas will be p.i.s.sed you didn't come right back to his suite," she reminded him as she tilted her head to the side to give him greater access to the back of her neck.

"Jonas will just have to deal." His hands clenched on her hips, drawing her tighter against his hips and the hardened erection beneath his jeans. "I have more important matters to see to first."

Her lashes drifted closed as she caught her breath at the feel of his fingers pressing between her thighs and finding the saturated slit of her p.u.s.s.y. They raked over her swollen c.l.i.t, slid further between the swollen flesh then found the clenched entrance of her p.u.s.s.y.

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The rasp of his fingertips against the sens- itive opening to her inner core had her hips tilting out as her head fell back against his shoulder.

"It's a mating thing, right?" Breathless, she parted her thighs further, desperate to feel those wicked, knowing fingers pressing in- side the slick, heated depths of her p.u.s.s.y.

"I doubt it." He breathed out roughly.

"G.o.d, Liza, I wanted you twenty-four-seven before the mating heat even began."

"You didn't know me twenty-four-seven,"

she protested, barely able to speak or to think as she felt him rubbing inside her with each shallow stroke of his finger.

"I watched you from the moment your friend Isabelle walked across the bar to claim Malachi," he told her, his voice rough, filled with l.u.s.t. "I watched and followed you to work and back home every evening. I watched you as the sun wors.h.i.+pped your 504/862.

body out by the pool and as you slipped out at night to swim naked."

She would have blushed if the thought of him watching her from the darkness hadn't been so d.a.m.ned arousing. Because it had been him she had thought about as the water caressed her naked body.

Moaning in rising pleasure as another fin- ger joined the first to stretch her inner muscles with delicious heat, Liza tightened her grip on his neck, barely recognizing the strain in her arms from the position. All she knew was the incredibly sensual feel of his fingers stroking inside her, the pad of his palm rubbing against her c.l.i.t and sending a thousand heated sensations rus.h.i.+ng through her system.

"So good," she whispered, unable to hold back the words as the pleasure became so rich, so intense it nearly stole her breath.

"Oh G.o.d, Stygian, it's so good."

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His fingers thrust deeper inside her, send- ing her senses racing with the steady climb to ecstasy as the words tore past her lips.

Pus.h.i.+ng past the delicate, tender tissue, his fingers scissored inside her, stretching the taut muscles and sending flares of ex- quisite heat wrapping around her c.l.i.t, tight- ening the little bud with tormenting need.

"I need you, Liza." He groaned at her ear, the roughened rasp of his voice sending a surge of pleasure racing to her womb and clenching it with furious heat.

Her panties were pushed the rest of the way past her hips with his free hand as her p.u.s.s.y clenched and tightened on the fingers filling it.

"Oh yes." The words slipped past her lips as eroticism wrapped around her senses, his hunger amplifying hers.

As her panties cleared her thighs, a cry vi- brated from her chest as his fingers slid free of the sensual grip she had on them.

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She found herself bent over the couch.

Lifting her leg at the knee, Stygian bent it against the cus.h.i.+ons as he pressed her shoulders to the thick pillows.

Liza gripped the heavy couch back beneath the pillows, fighting for breath, feeling her senses reeling as she wondered if she would ever have control of herself again.

She could have, she a.s.sured herself, given another minute.

Perhaps a few years.

As that thought drifted through her mind, it was quickly erased by the heat and iron- hot width of the head of his c.o.c.k tucking against the slick entrance to her s.e.x.

She was so wet her thighs were damp. The slick warmth spread over the swollen folds and the sensitive bud of her c.l.i.t. Pulses of intense sensation swept through the little bud, echoed in her p.u.s.s.y and sent more of the slick response spilling from her v.a.g.i.n.a.

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"So pretty." He groaned, his hands brack- eting her hips as he held her in place. "Sweet, sweet baby. I can't think of anything but this." His hips s.h.i.+fted, pressing the thick head into the clenched entrance of her p.u.s.s.y as the heated spurt of pre-c.u.m e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in- side her.

She was figuring that part out. The heated fluid enabled the tense, clenched muscles in- side to adapt to the overly thick width of the erection beginning to fill her.

With each spurt, it eased her further, heated her inner tissue further, and intensi- fied the need for his c.o.c.k surging deep and hard.

She rolled her hips against the penetra- tion, allowing the hard, heated flesh to begin pus.h.i.+ng inside her.

Each shallow thrust opened her further, made her burn brighter, hotter than before.

Hoa.r.s.e cries tore from her lips, falling into the pillows as he continued to push inside 508/862.

her, in and out, working each inch inside her with a patience that was killing her.

She wanted him pus.h.i.+ng inside her, thrusting with hard, long strokes, f.u.c.king her with the hunger she could feel raging in- side him.

With each spurt of the heated fluid inside her, the desperation for it grew. The need to have him pounding inside her built with a vengeance.

"More." The smothered moan was invol- untary, a cry tearing from her l.u.s.t-ridden senses as he pushed fully inside her, burying his c.o.c.k to the hilt in the tight depths of her p.u.s.s.y. "Please, Stygian, please."

The heavy flesh throbbed inside her, the blood pounding through the heavy veins and vibrating against the inner walls tightening around it.

"Please what, baby?" He groaned, coming over her, his knee braced beside hers as he 509/862.

gripped her thigh and ground his hips against her rear.

"Yes. Oh G.o.d, yes," The shattered cry felt torn from her as bursts of ecstasy raced through her body.

His c.o.c.k stretched her until she was cer- tain she couldn't take more. Until she knew that without the addition of the mating knot becoming erect along the shaft there was no way she could accept the additional width.

Another heated spurt of pre-c.u.m filled her, the Breed hormonal fluid sinking into the sensitive flesh, tightening it even as it en-hanced the ability of the tender tissue to ac- cept the width it was taking.

However it did it, each spurt made her hotter, made the need to experience the hard, driving strokes inside her more brutal.

"d.a.m.n. Ah h.e.l.l, baby. Keep doing that."

Stygian groaned at her ear. "Keep stroking my d.i.c.k with that sweet, tight little p.u.s.s.y."

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Her p.u.s.s.y tightened further. The involun- tary clench of the muscles surrounding his flesh dragged a harsh cry from both of them.

"So f.u.c.king good," he whispered, his lips moving to her neck, his tongue taking small tastes of her flesh as his teeth raked it. "Ah, baby, you're so f.u.c.king hot, so sweet and good, I could stay like this forever."

But his hips were moving, grinding against her, his c.o.c.k flexing inside her, the pre-c.u.m shooting harder, hotter against her inner walls as the hunger rose with each second he lingered inside her.

"Please." Her ragged moan was almost im- possible to utter as pleasure sent jagged forks of sensation tearing through her womb and across her c.l.i.t. "Please, Stygian."

"Tell me, mate." He nipped her neck erot- ically. "Tell me what you want. How do you want me to please you?"

The long, midnight dark strands of his hair fell around his face to caress her arms, the 511/862.

tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The soft warmth, so at odds with the hard flesh and powerful muscle of the man taking her was a stimulus that nearly pitched her into complete rapture.

The need for o.r.g.a.s.m was overriding. It was in every throb of her heart and every rapid pulse of blood through her veins. It was in every moan, every cry, and every breath she drew.

"f.u.c.k me," she cried, the desperate, ragged sob tearing from her chest as hunger reached a fever pitch. "Please, Stygian, please f.u.c.k me, hard-Oh G.o.d..."

Moving, pulling back then lunging for- ward, Stygian set a hard, fast rhythm that had her crying, begging, pus.h.i.+ng back into him with each forceful, shocking thrust in- side her p.u.s.s.y.

Each hard, heated stroke inside the over- heated depths of her c.u.n.t had her back 512/862.

arching, her hips lifting and incoherent pleas falling from her lips.

Yet he was in no hurry to find his release.

He was in no hurry to push her into o.r.g.a.s.m.

As the wide shaft delved repeatedly into the saturated depths of her s.e.x, his large hands roved from her hips, up her stomach and to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Cupping the swollen globes as he pushed inside the aching depths of her p.u.s.s.y, he growled at her ear, his thumbs tweaking her nipples, sending rioting fingers of electric sensation pulsing through her body.

When she swore she could take no more, that the pleasure would destroy her, his hands moved from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, making the return path to her hips. There, one hand gripped the quivering flesh as the other slid caressingly over the curve of her rear.

Pulling back, forcing her to release the sensual clamp on his c.o.c.k, his fingers slid between the cheeks of her rear. Returning in 513/862.

a hard, bold thrust, a calloused fingertip pressed against the forbidden entrance he found there.

Instinct had her stilling. Pleasure had her shuddering as she waited.

Stygian never paused. Moving against her, filling her, retreating, shafting inside her with increasingly hard strokes as the pleas- ure built with brutal intensity. At the same time, the hand at her hip moved lower and with the other, spread the curves, sending a p.r.i.c.kling sensation pulling at the hidden entrance.