All propriety and doubt fled, replaced by raw desire. “You know I do.”
“Then tell me.”
Breath hitching as he rolled his hips again, she gasped, “Tell you what?”
“That you’re mine.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can.” He pumped his hips and the wide head divided the outer labia, brushing against those innermost lips, and sent prickles of electricity across the sensitized skin. “Say, ‘I’m yours, D’.”
“No.”
He clucked his tongue and the weight of his pelvis disappeared, leaving her with nothing but air and unbearable emptiness. Her entire body screamed at the loss, the need to have him inside her so powerful that she’d do anything he said just to put an end to the misery.
“Damn you!” she snapped in frustration. “Do you want this or not?”
“Sure I do. But this isn’t about me. This is about you, sweetness.”
His catlike grin was sexy as hell, and the fire in the pit of her stomach detonated. So what if she said she was his? It didn’t mean anything. He couldn’t hold her to it tomorrow. Words bestowed during sex were given an automatic get-out-of-commitment-free card. Guys used it all the time. Why couldn’t she?
To hell with it.
“I’m yours, D,” she echoed dutifully and thrust her hips into the air. “Now would you stop teasing me?”
His grin transformed and his expression became serious. “Tell me you believe we’re mated.”
“For god’s sake, Diskant.”
“Tell me.”
“Fine!” she railed in frustration. “I’m yours. I believe we’re mated. Will you shut up and fuck me already!”
The growl that came out of his mouth was anything but human. The hands at her wrist vanished and he shifted his weight back and away, balancing on his knees. She watched him silently as he grasped her hips and elevated her ass, bringing her sex toward his engorged erection. Wetting the tip, he slid it from front to back across her moist slit. Slowly, he worked the broad head into her, stretching her entranceway, causing her to gasp when the crown vanished inside.
“I’m so happy to hear you say that. And because you asked so nicely, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
One thrust, one hard and intentional drive forward as he brought her toward him, and he was buried completely inside her. His heavy balls delivered a hearty slap to her ass and she cringed at the unexpected cramp in her cervix, going still and holding her breath at the intrusion. It was like a pinch but dull, as if he’d hit something inside. When he eased back the odd ache vanished and he grinned arrogantly at her sigh of relief.
“It makes me a crass bastard but I love the fact that you’ve never been bottomed out.” Bending down, he kissed her lips quickly and murmured, “It takes some getting used to, but once you do you’ll beg me to hit that sweet spot over and over again. You’ll come harder than you ever have in your life.”
Before she could argue the point, he was moving, sliding the full length from her clenching inner walls before returning inch by slow inch. The thickness of his shaft felt incredible, stretching her to the point of pain, his body temperature notably hotter than hers.
“Damn, you feel good. Like a blanket of tight satin surrounding me.” Releasing her right hip, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb. “But I know something that would be even better—your hot little cunt clamping down on my cock.”
He lowered his hand, placed his thumb over her clit and teased the nub with soft circular strokes. He didn’t thrust or move and she understood why when she began pressing her shoulders into the bed, rocking her hips. Grinding against him, she felt that nudge deep inside again. Only now it was a pleasurable pain.
“Like that, do you?” His voice was huskier now, so throaty she could feel the vibrations emitting from his chest.
“Yes,” she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together.
His hands helped her find a rhythm, in and out, around and around. The loud slaps of their skin connecting echoed in her ears, as did their combined pants and groans. Soon the pace wasn’t enough and she began thrusting wildly against him. His attention drifted from her face and his eyes focused on her breasts, a wicked gleam appearing in their depths.
“Play with your breasts, Pinkie. Roll those pretty pink nipples between your fingers for me.”
Shameless, she did as he asked, twisting the hardened peaks between her thumb and forefinger and gasping in pleasure at the weight of his stare as she touched herself intimately. Her insides clenched him, squeezing, holding and releasing. Excitement brought on more trembling, until it felt as if her entire body was quaking.
“Oh god, Diskant,” she whimpered in pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish one from the other. Each time he stroked that hidden sweet spot inside her she wanted to pull away, yet press closer at the same time.
Something changed in his expression and his eyes flashed from gold to green.
“I wanted to take my time with you but you make me so fucking hot I’m not going to last.” He growled and his lips came back, flashing noticeably pointed canines. “Work my cock with that pussy. Show me how good I make you feel. Come for me.”
His hips shifted and, unexpectedly, she started to climax. It occurred quickly, so fast she began thrashing the instant her body heated and the orgasm rolled through her like a heavy wind over an open field. Diskant grasped her pelvis and began pounding into her with a force that sent her against the headboard, forcing her to arch her back even further. The movements of his broad length in and out of her sex extended her release, stretching it on and on until she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs to cry out.
He released her hips and moved over her, pressing her back into the bed. Gazing into her dazed eyes, he cupped her face in his palms as he continued hammering into her.
“Don’t be afraid. When it hits, let it wash over you.”
Before she could ask what he meant his face contorted, a loud moan slipped from his lips and she felt jets of liquid fire erupting into her. She choked on her cry of fear and confusion when a rush of white-hot pain exploded inside her, starting in her womb and spreading outward. It felt as if her entire body had fallen asleep and now the blood was ripping through her decimated muscles and veins, bringing the deadened tissue back to life.
The burning sensation expanded, exploding through her limbs as violent seizures overtook her body. Her arms thrashed, her fingers fisted the sheets and her legs and feet flopped uncontrollably as her eyes stopped functioning, leaving her blind, and a horrible high-pitched shrill echoed in her ears. She was aware of everything that was occurring but was trapped inside her own body, covered in darkness.
Terrified, she struggled to breathe, and scents engulfed her nose—forest and rain, earth and grass—musky, woodsy…animal.
“Make…it…stop…”
Diskant cursed and she felt his mouth kiss away the tears that spilled from the corners of her eyes. “It’s going to be all right, Ava mine. It’s almost over.”
As if he willed it so, the pain and ringing in her ears abruptly vanished, leaving her an exhausted mess in his arms. She was panting, her body slick with sweat and the heady fragrance of sex. Her vision returned, crisper somehow, and she closed her eyes because she didn’t have the strength to keep them open. It was as if she’d been given a nice night-night cocktail before taking a trip to the operating room.
Don’t want to sleep. Wake up.