Faustin held very still, until she took her first taste, swiping her tongue along the frenulum. Then he cried out, as if surprised, and sank his hands into her hair. He tasted of salt and anise, of all things. She took him in her mouth, stroking his head with the flat of her tongue. Definitely anise. Strange. Delicious.
That all too familiar desire to consume her partner came forward. The blind drive that made her bite and scratch like an animal. She clamped down on it, delicately dragging her teeth up his shaft. He let out a long, shuddering breath. Again she took him into her mouth, and this time she let herself sink her fingernails into the firm muscles of his ass. Just to see what he'd do.
He fisted his hands in her hair. In her mouth he grew even harder, his pulse throbbing under her tongue. With a grunt he pried her off his gleaming cock and shoved her on her back. Ripped off her bra. Kissed her so hard she whimpered.
She let go. She nipped at his lips, his chin, his ears. They rolled across the bed. She kicked and clawed, trying to stay on top. But he was god-awful strong, and when he brought that strength to bear, he pinned her on her back easily, holding her wrists in a bruising grip.
"Give?" he growled.
Oh yes, said part of her. But another part of her liked getting him all riled up and it said, "Never."
He watched her for a few seconds. She tried to hold his gaze, to look defiant. But his expression changed. It went from hard to meltingly soft. Like magic, all the fight drained out of her.
"Alex?"
He bent low to kiss her. "Give?" he murmured against her lips.
"Give." He let go of her wrists and began to make love to her.
Alex loved that she'd used his name. He wanted to hear her say it over and over. He loved that she had so much fight in her. And real predatory instincts. He was ridiculously proud of her.
While they'd wrestled, she'd tested her straight, dull teeth on his throat. He'd never let anyone drink from him in his life, but the thought of her doing it was wildly erotic.
Gathering her close, he began to kiss her. He loved her body. Her long, strong thighs. Her white neck.
He passed his hand down her belly and between her parted legs. Her thong was soaked. His first touch made her whole body jerk, the second made her sigh. While he nibbled her neck, he brought her to an easy orgasm by circling her clit with a light finger.
Soon as she stilled, he pushed the thong aside and plunged two fingers into her hot, tight core. Gasping, she dug her boot heels into the mattress and lifted her hips high. His cock twitched. He wanted to be belly to belly, buried inside her, but even more than he wanted that, he wanted to learn what made her tick. He finger-fucked her slow, then fast. He scissored his fingers and thumbed her clit. All the while watching her closely, listening to her breaths speed up, changing up his technique until she began to gasp and whimper. By the end he knew how to play her, bringing her to the cliff's edge, then pulling back, over and over.
"Please," she moaned, low and husky.
"Please what?"
"Stop…please…I need…" She twisted and writhed, clawing at the sheets. "Oh…oh…what are you doing?"
"What do you want?"
He thought she'd say, "Let me come," but instead she said, "You. Inside."
"Then on your knees." He said it before he knew what he was saying, in a voice that wasn't even his own. "Show me your ass."
His pulse surged as Helena hauled herself to her knees. Her arms and legs were shaking. Alex began to tremble too, but his voice was firm. He knew exactly what he wanted.
"Drop your head to the mattress. Spread your knees. Wider."
Helena did as he said, clutched the sheet in her fists. Her cunt was swollen and red, and so wet even her thighs glistened. With a sharp twist he ripped the thong off her body and threw it aside. A long, visible shudder passed down her spine.
He plunged into her. With a throaty cry, she came. Her cunt's powerful contractions made his eyes roll back in his head. When she stilled, he withdrew and sank in again, deeper, savoring her heat, her tightness.
"Up," he rasped.
She stood on her knees and he held her sleek, hot body tight against his chest. He curled his tongue around her ear, and teased the sensitive hollow behind her earlobe.
"Helena." He caressed her breasts and belly, he covered her nape with kisses. But these gentle gestures did not disguise the fact that he offered her no real mercy. "Open," he whispered. "Let me in."
Helena shook her head from side to side. He pushed her head back down to the bed, and nudged her legs apart a little further. "Take me."
With a long sigh she let go. She opened up, and suddenly he was seated as deep as he could be. Very near coming with the pure excitement of it, he lifted her up again so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her throat.
"Is that…all…you've…got," she gasped, shivering and shaking with little proto orgasms.
He snorted in her ear, and she laughed. Her laughter vibrated through his body. He wanted to hold her this way forever.
"Think you can handle more?" He licked his forefinger and tested her swollen clit.
"Ah!" She was so stretched, so sensitive, that the lightest touch sufficed. For her.
Not for him. He took hold of her hips and gave her a long, twisting thrust. She dropped on her hands with a guttural cry. Something in that cry sent him over the edge. Forgetting everything but his need to lose himself in her, he plunged into her again and again. Helena bucked against him, yowling like a cat in heat, her every move making him crazier.
"Closer." Helena said, shaping the word from a drawn out moan. "Closer." She rolled. They separated. Settling on her back, she opened her arms to him and he slid into her furnace heat. So good. Closer. Yes. Heart to heart. Mouth to mouth. Closer.
"Closer," she said again, plaintive. Insistent. Spurring him with tooth and claw.
Alex understood. No matter how tightly he held her, he wanted more. He needed to be inside her and wrapped around her, under her skin and in her head.
"I know. I know." He kissed her over and over. "It's okay."
Only blood would join them the way they needed to be joined. When he thought about how many women he'd tapped in his life…and here was Helena under him, begging for it. How was he supposed to be restrained? Just how long was he supposed to wait? Roland and friggin' Illysia could bite him.
What they had now had to be enough. And he was going to take all he could. He captured her clawing hands, pinned them over her head and began to take her in long, smooth strokes. Nothing, nothing, had ever felt so good.
Her face took on this particular stubborn look that he already knew and loved. Alex grinned as she ground her boot heels into his flanks.
"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes. Oh God."
Alex could feel it too, the warm run up to orgasm. They'd come together.
"It's big," she gasped. "So big."
He knew she didn't mean him. She meant the buildup. The tension. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Helena watched him all the time, her eyes wide.
He'd never coasted so long on the crest of an orgasm. Was this how women came? He'd never been so happy and so miserable at the same time.
She went stiff under him, her hips rising off the bed. They were there. If she'd let go, he could too. But she didn't. Seconds seemed minutes seemed hours while her beautiful face contorted in agony and her nails shredded his back.
"I can't—Alex—please!"
Groaning in frustration she bit his neck. Instinct drove her, but she couldn't get what she wanted. Alex could. Succumbing to temptation, he buried his face in her throat. Her pulse leapt under his mouth. Calling him.