“Fuck, your mouth. Hot. Sweet.” He was muttering, growling. It was an ecstasy he could barely stand to endure.
“Yeah, baby. Suck it.” His thighs tightened as his hips began to move, to pump shallowly inside her hot little mouth as he fought to relish the sensation of her sweet suckling.
If he could just hold on a few more seconds. One more minute. Just a little while longer.
He watched her face as she sucked him. The way her cheeks hollowed, the flush over her face, her reddened lips. She wasn’t just sucking his cock, she was loving it with every stroke of her lips and tongue. Relishing it. Tasting him with all her senses.
“Enough.” He couldn’t take any more. One more stroke of her tongue against his cock and he was going to come.
He pulled her head back. Forced her head back as he ignored the mewling little protest that slipped past her lips.
He had to have her. Nothing mattered at this point but taking her. Slipping inside her, feeling the heat and soft acceptance she always gave him.
That was it. The acceptance. Without lies, without asking for anything but pleasure in return, she accepted him.
And he needed it now. Needed her. Beyond the mating heat, because it had begun long before he had ever felt that torturous heat moving through him. He needed her. Her touch, her laughter, her softness. Her acceptance of who and what he was.
Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Laying her on the soft blankets, his lips covered hers as he made short work of the clothes that kept the sweet perfection of her body from him.
God, he loved touching her. Just touching her. Stroking her skin, tasting her kiss, loving her.
He loved her.
That knowledge slipped past his soul from that shadowed corner where he had kept it hidden. Even from himself.
“Sweet love.” He pressed his lips against the mating mark on her shoulder as he moved over her.
She tasted so good there. Each touch he gave her she responded to as though she had been made for him alone. She was his mate. Nature had created her just for him, for no other man in this universe. Her skin ached for his touch; his kiss fueled her desire, just as hers fueled his. She was the other half of his soul, not just his body. Not just his heart.
“Cabal, don’t tease me.” Her breathy tone sent shards of impatience tearing through him.
The soft brush of her thigh against his cock had pre-cum spilling from the tip. He was on an edge he had never known before. The need to savor her body versus the need to spill inside it. God only knew which hunger would be sated first.
Moving lower, he couldn’t help but swipe his tongue over one hard nipple, then the next. A single taste would never be enough though. He drew the tight tip into his mouth, sucked at it, laved it with his tongue and tasted her until she was arching to him and crying out his name.
Then he couldn’t have one without having the other. He sucked the mate into his mouth with greedy hunger. Sucked it. Worshiped it. God help him, but he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Cabal, you’re killing me,” she cried out, but the pleasure in her voice was enough to spur him on.
He moved lower. Stringing kisses down her torso, along her stomach, he spread her legs and inhaled the sweet, delicate scent of arousal. Of pure heated female.
And he had to taste there as well. The scent of her was pure fucking bliss.
“You taste like summer,” he groaned as he lowered himself between her thighs. “Hot and sweet.”
His tongue swiped through the narrow slit, drawing her juices to it, tasting the incredible need that flowed from her. Never had a woman tasted so sweet or so damned innocent.
She wasn’t tainted by another man’s touch. No other male’s scent lingered on her flesh. She was pure. Fresh. And he needed more of her. So much more of her.
He licked the soft folds, drew them into his mouth. Each taste of her pushed him higher, and he swore he could feel his cock thickening, growing harder. It felt like pure hardened steel between his thighs, burning to find the haven that only she could provide.
His hands gripped her thighs as she twisted against him, pushed her pussy closer to his lips and gave him more of her. Her clit was swollen, drawing his tongue. It tasted as sweet and hot as the rest of her. He was burning in the grip of the hunger that filled him now. Every cell in his body was focused on one thing only—Cassa. Her touch, her taste, the feel of her need, the husky murmurs of her desire.
As her fingers buried themselves in his hair, he allowed her to draw his lips back to the swollen little bud of her clit. He licked it. Teased it.
“Suck it.” The needy command had his blood pressure rising. Hell, his blood was going to pound right out of his flesh at this rate.
“Please, Cabal. Oh God. Please.”
His lips enclosed the hardened knot of nerve endings as he sucked it in and allowed his tongue to flicker with the utmost gentleness over the responsive bud.
She writhed beneath him. Her hips pumped, her thighs tightened and he could feel her release building inside her. He could smell it. She was close. So fucking close that he knew it would take so little to push her right over the edge.
And that was where he wanted her. Flying in his arms.
Tightening his grip on her thighs, he sucked her clit deeper into his mouth, harder. His tongue stiffened, flickered harder, faster over the flexing flesh, and within seconds her ecstatic cries were filling his head as she exploded beneath him.
He couldn’t wait. Her orgasm was burning over his tongue when he jerked upright, lifted her legs and pressed the burning crest of his cock into the saturated folds.
They enclosed him. He swore her sweet pussy sucked him in as he worked the thick flesh inside her. Flexing, silken muscles tightened around him, stroking that violently sensitive crown, then the hardened shaft, until he was seated fully inside her, surrounded by fiery heat.
Primal hunger filled him now. There was no stopping. There was no way to halt the inferno overtaking both of them. He could smell it in the air, infused with emotions he couldn’t decipher, and needs as instinctive as nature itself.
Gripping her hips, he pulled back, trying to move slow, fighting to relish every stroke, every caress. Her nails bit into his wrists as she held on to him. Her head was arched back, her hips lifting to him.
Fuck it. God, he couldn’t hold back. He needed too much, needed her too desperately.
Moving over her, his lips took hers as he began to stroke inside her. His hips pumped, churned as he fought to work every inch of the burning shaft inside her with each stroke. She was tight. A heated, snug grip that made him mindless with the need for release.
Holding on was torture. Control was barely a thought, focused solely on holding back his own release for hers. She had to come. He had to feel her orgasm tightening around him, flowing around him. It was imperative. Nothing else mattered.
Her whimpers beneath their kiss assured him it was building again. Each stroke inside her and he swore she was growing tighter, wetter, slicker.
He couldn’t kiss her and breathe. He couldn’t stop kissing her. His tongue pumped inside her mouth as his cock pumped inside her pussy, until he couldn’t bear much more. He couldn’t hold back. He was losing control, losing thought and his sanity inside her.
Jerking his lips back from hers, he buried his head at her shoulder, his teeth clamped on the mating mark, and then he felt it. She tightened, drew taut in his hold, as a shattered cry fell from her lips and her orgasm exploded through her.
Cabal couldn’t hold back the growling snarl that tore from his chest. He plunged inside her again, again. Felt her orgasm rushing around him and lost himself to his own.