Yet, he was touching her.
Touching her in so many ways, stroking not just her flesh but also a part of her she didn’t know existed. A need she hadn’t known filled her.
God help him.
Devil fought for strength, for just the smallest measure of control as his lips moved unerringly to the sweet flesh between Katie’s thighs.
Never in his life had he ached to taste a woman as he did this one. Never had hunger, need, protectiveness and overwhelming emotion surged through him in such waves of uncontrolled impulses as they did now.
Pressing her thighs farther apart with one hand and brushing his lips against the petal-soft flesh between her thighs, there was no holding back another growl—a demand.
Her hips lifted to him.
Sheened with moisture, slick and tempting, the little bud of her clit peeked from between her folds, drawing his tongue and his hunger.
Sweet virgin.
How had he, the Devil of the Breeds, ever deserved a woman untouched, untutored and so hungry for him. It wasn’t just touch or sex, desire or release she ached for. She ached for him.
She was his.
From this moment on, tied not just by the emotions that would have arisen in time but were now flooding both their senses in overwhelming waves, but also by a heat neither of them could ever resist.
A sensual, sexual heat—a bond of ever-increasing pleasure—
For a moment, just a moment, Katie was certain she was finding a pace with the pleasure that she could process. Riding the waves of sensations, forcing air into her lungs, out again, she was able to actually make sense of some of the emotions tearing through her.
She could feel her heart racing, adrenaline infusing it as some hidden part of her senses seemed to open and reach out to him.
She’d never done that. She’d never opened herself to anyone but her parents. And never in her life had she opened herself as she was now. Reaching out to another and feeling him. She could feel him. Not just physically, not just his touch, his kiss, the lick of his tongue over her hip.
She could feel the darkness inside him struggling with a compassion and a hunger that so matched the hunger she’d known herself for years. A need to know another to the very depths of their soul.
A hunger to touch another’s soul as she was touching his now.
Then, his lips moved from her hip, down the bend of her thigh. They brushed against her mound, his breath feathering over the swollen, desperately aching bud of her clit.
Following the brush of air, his tongue sent her reeling.
Pressing between the plump folds of her flesh, it curled around the bud, stroked it, then his lips were drawing it inside and the thought of anything but surrendering to the crashing waves of fiery pleasure, rising emotions, and sheer desperation was a thing of the past.
“Look at me, Kate.” The demand was a harsh, primal growl that brought her eyes open, instantly meeting his as he stared up at her from between her thighs.
He hadn’t called her Katie, just Kate. Staring into his eyes, she realized that where others may not see or acknowledge the woman she was, this Breed could, at the very least, sense it.
She hadn’t been Katie, at least in her own mind, for a very long time.
As their eyes met, white-hot sensation lanced her clit, dragging her back from any personal revelations to a place where only the pleasure mattered.
His tongue licked as his cheeks hollowed, suckling it deeper inside his mouth as he seemed to find just the right spot with his tongue where the slightest stroke and just the right pressure began to amplify the tension now pouring through her body.
The pleasure was agonizing.
It drew her body tight, shortened her breath. Each pulse of sensation throbbed through her clit, intensifying the pleasure and the rising need. It tore through her. It stroked across sensitive nerve endings, tightened in her vagina, burned through her senses, then suddenly imploded through her in a surge of such exquisite, ecstatic pleasure that she became lost in the sensations.
She became lost in her Devil.
As she reached the pinnacle of sensation and began easing back, Kate became aware of him rising between her thighs and coming over her as the heated width of his cock pressed into the swollen folds of her sex.
The intensity of her orgasm had been shocking enough, but as the crest of his erection pressed inside her, a sudden spurt of heat moisture ejaculating from him into the clenched depths of her pussy had her lashes opening wide, her gaze meeting his. And if she was surprised at the feel of it, then the shock in his gaze assured her he was even more so.
“Did you finish?” she whispered, suddenly terrified he had.
If he’d finished, how then would she ease the painful need clenching at her flesh?
“Fuck. No, babe . . .” He tightened, a hard grimace pulling at his expression as it happened again, though this time, it seemed hotter, her inner flesh more sensitive to the sudden pulse of . . . whatever it was.
His jaw clenched, his eyes glowing with his own pleasure as he eased back, then forward again, rocking his hips between her thighs, stroking her in slow, stretching degrees.
“Dev.” Gripping his tight biceps, desperate for some part of him to hold on to as she watched the amber in his eyes burn as the next spurt of pre-cum was like a stroke of near ecstasy inside her.
The tension she believed had to have evaporated with the orgasm that washed through her was ratcheting higher with a suddenness that left her reeling.
The aching demand that centered in the depths of her sex became unbearable, the need to be filled, to be taken, overriding everything in the space of a heartbeat.
“I have you, Kate.” His lips brushed across hers, his voice gentle despite the primal rasp that filled it and sent a frisson of sensation racing down her spine. “Just hold on to me, mate. Hold me.”
His lips brushed against hers again, settled and pressed hers open as the pressure, the stretching pleasure-pain and amplified desperation increased as the head of his cock worked past her once untouched entrance.
“God, Kate.” Lifting his lips, panting for air he stared down at her once again. “Ah, mate. I can’t wait.”
Had she asked him to wait?
“Then don’t.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Lifting her head, moving against him, she relished each sharp sensation tightening the tension in the clenched muscles of her pussy.
“Don’t want to hurt you.” His teeth were clenched, the restraint he was using evident on his savage features.
Hurt her? It simply wasn’t possible that pain could penetrate the hunger raging through her.
Lifting her hips higher, feeling the thick weight lodge deeper, she smiled up at him, arched more firmly into the penetration and whispered, “Take me, Devil. Just like you want to.”
It was that smile.
Wild. Reckless. This was the smile she had used in the photos and vids the Breed Protection Network had on her. Filled with confidence, daring anyone to defy her.
God help him, she’d stolen his heart before he’d ever been called out to pull her out of Ireland.
With the tight heat of her pussy enveloping the head of his cock as he worked himself to the veil of her innocence, Devil could feel not just his physical possession of her, but so much more.
Their gazes were locked. Thickly lashed, sensual, the emerald of her eyes glittered with such arousal and need that it was like staring into pools of pure emotional magic. They glistened and gleamed with wonder, pleasure, hunger.
“It’s not enough.” Her panting whisper had his stomach clenching, his hips gathering to push past the thin barrier. “Please, Dev. Please, take me now.”