The feel of his cock buried so deep, the engorged head throbbing in the depths of her had her senses reeling, her pussy creaming wetter and slicker. His hands gripped the curves of her ass, his fingers flexing into the rounded flesh as Diane felt her sex rippling around at the thick invasion, attempting to tug him deeper inside her.
“Lawe,” she whispered his name a shattered moan as the need continued to claw at her senses.
“I’m here, baby,” he rasped as his head lowered, his lips moving to the slender column of her neck.
His teeth raked against her shoulder as she felt the change that slowly came over him. Tension tightened through his body as Diane shifted her hips, lifting herself then returning as he growled against her neck.
That growl vibrated through her, causing her hips to jerk as she felt Lawe thrust against her once again.
She couldn’t seem to make herself remain still. Her hips rolled and thrust against him as he began to move inside her. Pulling back then surging deep and hard, the engorged crest and hardened shaft caressing and stroking sensitive inner nerve endings and pushing her closer to ecstasy.
Her knees tightened at his hips as she lifted and lowered herself against him. Her head tilted to the side as his lips traveled to that point between her neck and shoulder. His lips settled there, his tongue licking, his teeth scraping over her flesh. There was a hungry roughness to his touch that sent fiery trails of sensation racing through her, the pleasure becoming a hungry greed she couldn’t deny.
Her pussy gripped his shuttling dick with desperation. The need for release tightened through her with a violent hunger that sent her pulse racing. The need for his kiss was overwhelming, an addiction she couldn’t fight.
One he seemed to sense.
With a last rake of his teeth against her neck, Lawe’s head lifted, his lips covering hers as he pressed her closer to the wall, holding her tighter as he began moving with a strength that had Diane crying out with a pleasure that tightened with painful force.
“Lawe.” She wanted to scream his name, but it only rasped from her throat.
The force of the need rose inside her and began to shudder through her body. Arching in his arms and straining against him, her nails scraped along his back, need beginning to tear at her, to tear through her as the overwhelming hunger surged hard and fast through her body.
Tearing his lips from hers, Lawe scattered kisses to her jaw, along the edge of it, down her neck. Tiny bites, the scrape of his canines; then, as the burning sensations rushing along her nerve endings suddenly exploded in an inferno, she felt his teeth pierce the vulnerable line between her neck and her shoulder.
Her orgasm erupted through her in a series of rushing waves that threw her into a place of pure, exacting ecstasy. She was lost in it. Surging through the tidal wave of it as Lawe buried inside her deep and hard, his cock throbbing, expanding and spurting inside her as the barb suddenly emerged. It became fiercely, thickly engorged, rippling against the tender, sensitive flesh it was locked inside. Diane felt the heat and burning rapture of the increased pleasure that amplified and heightened the sensations that overtook her senses.
There was a part of her that realized, distantly, that each time her orgasm rose and expanded from the surging pleasure Lawe gave her, she felt a part of herself weakening, opening. As though her heart, her soul or something was opening despite her determination to keep that part of her closed off. To remain safe from the emotional abyss that she knew would be awaiting her.
Collapsing against him, shuddering, her breathing gasps of both ecstasy and the agony of emotions tearing free, forcing her to acknowledge them and to acknowledge the fears she had held back for so long.
She held on to him, terrified something or someone would jerk him away from her. Certain that the disagreements they shared were going to blow up in her face.
There were too many explosions that threatened to blow out of control inside her. Too many emotions she couldn’t control nor push back enough to give her the chance to control them.
Instead they rose, pushed at the shields that held them back and almost broke free.
Diane was only distantly aware of Lawe’s lips still at her neck as he licked and lapped at her flesh.
Marking her.
Everything he had done in the past months had been to one purpose and she knew it. To force her to release what she held back from him. What she refused to give him.
Her entire heart. The part of her soul that only the man who owned her heart would ever have.
And Diane had sworn to herself that no man would ever hold her heart and would definitely never open that part of her soul.
She was terrified if he owned that part of her, then he would control her. Because if Lawe could change her, if he could force her independence to give way to his need to protect her, then he would do it in a heartbeat.
“The thought of losing you destroys me,” he suddenly whispered at her ear. “When I saw you in that filthy cell, beaten, almost broken, so delicate and so determined to live, you stole a part of my soul.”
Shock held her silent. To hear this strong, always so emotionally cool Breed say such a thing. Lawe wasn’t a man prone to give in to emotion. And most certainly, even for a Breed, he had seemed even more unwilling to experience emotion than most.
Keeping her eyes closed she could only hold tighter to him. There wasn’t a chance of hiding what she felt from him. His ability to smell emotion and recognize it was too good.
And she knew what he could sense from her.
The denial, a rejection of what he was offering her and the pain of being unable to reach out for it and hold it close to her.
“Why?” he suddenly asked, his face still buried in her neck. “Why don’t you want what I have to offer, Diane?”
She felt the tears that tightened her throat, and though she couldn’t smell scent as he could, and the pain wasn’t in his voice, still, she could sense it. It tightened her chest and sent an ache to burrow so deeply inside her that she knew she would never escape it.
“Because you refuse to accept who I am,” she whispered hoarsely. “You’re rejecting me as well, Lawe. The rejection is just deeper. I accept you for who you are. You refuse to do the same for me.”
His head lifted and drew back.
She was still pressed to the wall, his body still a part of hers and the pleasure . . . The pleasure still throbbed inside her from the presence of the barb as it kept her mate locked to her.
“Do you accept me for who I am?” he asked quietly, somberly. “If you did, Diane, then you’d help me.” His fingers touched her cheek, the backs of them caressing her flesh gently. “You’d help us both find a way to compromise. Instead, you run. And running will do nothing but destroy us both.”
As she stared back at him and battled the tears she had no experience with, Diane felt the barb slowly releasing her, retracting back into the hood of his cock and taking with it the echoes of rapture that held her in its grip. That held Lawe in her grip.
“Do you compromise, Lawe?” she whispered. “Because honestly, I haven’t seen any give in you that would indicate the ability.”
Dropping his head to her shoulder he bestowed a gentle kiss before slowly helping her to slide from him as he pulled the still semi-hard shaft from her pussy and stepped back.
“We’ll go to Window Rock,” he said softly, and Diane had to swallow past the hard surge of emotion that tightened her throat at the chill in his voice, because when he stared down at her, she could see the torment blazing in his eyes. “Be careful while we’re there,” he said as he released her fully. “Remember what happens to me, Diane, if anything happens to you, and vice versa. Because regardless of what you believe of me, from the day I realized you were my mate, I stepped back from active status. Because nothing meant more to me than your life, your health and your safety. I would have never fought again.”