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Mercury pulled his tongue back, nipped at her lips and then returned that spicy taste to her as she began to work herself on his hard cock.
Excitement exploded inside her. She controlled this. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she felt the hormone from his tongue invading her system. She devoured every taste of it as her hips worked against his cock. She eased down the length of it, crying out into his mouth as his hands cupped the swollen mounds of her breasts.
His fingers flicked over her nipples. His tongue pumped into her mouth as she fought to hold on to it. But she controlled the erection—the depth she took with each movement of her hips, the length of the stroke, how it stroked her, how it stretched her.
She controlled the powerful, primal force of the male below her, and she could feel it. She gloried in it. He growled beneath her, but he didn’t attempt to stop her.
When her head drew back, she stared down at him, watching the sweat bead on his forehead, the grimace that revealed the wicked canines at the side of his mouth.
“Do you love me, Ria?” he groaned. “Give me that, baby. Love me.”
She stared down at him, loving him with everything in her soul.
“I love you past sanity,” she finally whispered, and cried out in pleasure as his hips jerked beneath her.
She barely had half the length inside her. He was stretching her; she swore that damned hormone either made him larger or her smaller, because the pleasure/pain of the entry already had her on the verge of coming.
“God, you’re so thick,” she moaned.
“You’re so tight,” he growled back, his head grinding into the pillow. “Take me, Ria. I’m going to have a fucking stroke waiting.”
She paused. A slash of red stained his cheekbones; gold glittered in those artic blue eyes and arousal twisted his expression.
He had the look of a man hanging on to his control by only the thinnest grip. But the fingers that plucked at her nipples didn’t hurt her. Each touch was primed for her pleasure. For her excitement. For her needs. His gaze filled with tenderness, loving her just as he had before another woman had destroyed her world. She had no choice but to love him the same, to love him more, because she was desperate to fill herself as deeply with him as possible.
“Ria. Move dammit,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
She moved slowly, lifting and lowering her hips as she watched him. Was this how she looked when he took her? Demented with pleasure? Dazed with the need ricocheting through her?
Hunger, need and desperation filled his expression. It throbbed in his cock, pounded inside her pussy and had her twisting her hips against him and moaning at the effect.
His teeth clenched, jaw bunching with tension.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned, his eyes narrow slivers of blue as he stared back at her.
He was killing her.
She lifted and took more of him, her back arching, thrusting her breasts out to his hands as she braced herself against the hard planes of his stomach.
This was exquisite. Taking him an inch at a time, feeling him stretching her at her pace, experiencing sensations she had never known before.
“Ria, sweet Ria,” he groaned desperately, his hands sliding from her breasts to her hips as she worked more of him inside her. “Ah, baby. Take all of me.”
“Not yet,” she panted, shaking her head, feeling his hands grip her hips though he did nothing to force her farther onto the erection impaling her.
“When?” His voice was tortured, half laugh, half growl.
She tightened around him and moaned as an animalistic snarl filled the air.
“You’re torturing me,” he accused her, but she heard something akin to joy in his voice as she moved against him, tightening, working him inside her, milking him and easing farther down on him.
Moments later, he was buried fully inside her, every throbbing inch burning her as she felt her control disintegrate.
Need was a lash of furious pleasure building to ecstasy. It was Mercury’s hands tight on her hips, his head thrown back in pleasure as he lifted his hips and gave himself to her. Remaining still otherwise, letting her find her pleasure as well as his.
It was riding him while he was stallion-hard, thick, throbbing with his own need to release, yet holding back for her. It was watching the rivulet of sweat trail from his forehead to the thick strands of his hair. Another down his powerful, corded neck as her orgasm began to tighten inside her.
Her body was a pulsing mass of need. Lightning flickered over her nerve endings, every nerve ending. Pleasure was cell-deep, soul-deep, and taking him was fueling something wild and powerful inside her as well.
