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But she hadn’t expected him to be willing to lie beneath her touch so easily. The male animal inside him was stronger than most men; she knew that just from the time she had spent with him. And he was hungry. Hard and aroused. The thick length of his cock rose from the heavy sac between his thighs, along the hard planes of his muscular abdomen.
Thickly veined, the flesh a golden bronze, matching the rest of his skin. But that heavy shaft was absent the fine pelt of body hair that covered the rest of his flesh.
It was silk over iron, the broad head throbbing, damp with pre-cum. And with a Breed, there was no need to worry about birth control or STDs. They were the perfect lovers. He would break her heart and she knew it.
But until then, she could enjoy. She lowered her head and stroked her tongue along the length of his erection, licking and stroking. She tasted the thick crest, drew the essence of him onto her tongue and moaned at the taste. It was like midnight. Like a fire burning in the hearth as a cold wind blew outside. Earthy. Not sweet, not tart, but clean and completely male. And she wanted more of it.
Her tongue flickered over the tiny slit, aware as she did so that his hands clenched in the comforter as he arched to her.
So much power. She could feel it throbbing in the air around them and beneath the broad head of his erection. And it filled her. The power of one woman over the sleek animalistic male beneath it. It was heady. An aphrodisiac all its own. And when she filled her mouth with him, that power intensified. His body tightened, his hips jerking as though he wanted to do nothing more than thrust into her mouth as he had taken her body earlier.
“Damn you,” his voice rumbled. “That’s so damned good, Ria.”
She licked as she sucked at the broad cock head. Teased and stroked and let her senses fill with him. The taste of him, the heat of him.
One hand lifted from the blankets, cupped the side of her face, and he watched her. As though the experience were special, as though he had never had a woman suck him into her mouth.
How could any woman resist? The sight of the blue intensifying in his eyes made her crazy with lust. The small taste she’d had of his semen had her craving more, as though it were addictive. As though the taste of him were all she needed to survive.
She worked her mouth over his straining cock head, sucked it to the back of her mouth, flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside and moaned at the dark arousal filling her when his hands clenched in her hair.
She had never liked the power games men played in bed. The pain that they believed would force submission of her sexuality to them. The calculation in each act. With Mercury, there was none of that, but each hard tug at her hair had her moaning with pleasure. She liked it with him. It wasn’t calculated. It was pleasure. It was the man following her into that shadowed realm of hungers that she knew had never been sated until his touch. And then, it had only been satisfied until he touched her again.
“Beautiful,” he groaned. “The feel of your mouth, Ria. Damn.” He arched, pressing more into her mouth as she retreated.
She wrapped her fingers around the heavy stalk of flesh, with no hope of surrounding it completely, and stroked. Her lips slid from the head, caressed down the shaft, and she licked and sucked at the tight sac below, as his hands deepened the fire in her scalp.
She felt the scrape of his nails against her head. Those blunted claws, the physical representation of the animal inside him, and she nearly came from the feel of it.
Her clit was swollen, throbbing. Need was knifing through her body, and the hunger for more of him was driving her mouth.
“Keep this up, Ria, I’ll come.” His voice was thick, almost a purr itself, with a growl throbbing beneath it. “I’m going to fill that pretty mouth if you don’t stop.”
She sucked him deeper, tightening her lips and her mouth around the broad head and working it with her tongue, with the roof of her mouth. She loved it, laved it; she moaned around it.
His hand tightened more and she whimpered with the ecstatic pleasure. She sucked him more, needing his taste. She needed it, ached for it.
“Ria. Damn you.” He pulled at her hair again.
Moving one hand from his cock, she raked her nails down his thighs and would have cried out at the force with which his hips jerked.
His hands held her still then; a snarl left his lips and his seed spurted hard, hot, filling her mouth with that wild taste as she fought to consume each heated pulse.
She was almost coming herself from the sheer excitement of it, the taste of him. The taste was like fire, burning through her cells and filling her with something just as wild as the lust burning between them.
When she had taken all he had to give her, he surprised her again. Shocked her. He pulled her along his body, gripped her hips, and before she realized his intention he’d buried several hard inches inside the weeping depths of her pussy.
He was still aroused. Still iron-hard and hungry.
Resisting the force of his hands, she lifted, opening her eyes to stare down at him before she took those inches again, working herself on the thick intrusion and loving every second of it.
She had never had a lover take her after finding his own release. Hell, she had never been with a man who could find his release more than once in a forty-eight-hour period.
“Take me.” Mercury stared back at her.
She smiled into the fierce set of his features. Savage lust gleamed in his eyes, in the hard, sharp angles of his face.
“Make me.”
