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“Enough.” Forcing her head back, her lips from the engorged flesh filling it, nearly killed him.
Perhaps he’d be amused later at the threatening little growl that fell from her lips, the sharp little nails that pricked at his thighs. But right now, it wasn’t amusement driving him. It was pure, unbridled hunger for his mate.
Securing her hands quickly once again and drawing them from him, Graeme pushed her back to the bed, holding her wrists to the mattress as he lay over her.
Years of madness, due to the separation from his mate and the animal genetics’ insistence that he remedy the situation. Years of crazed determination to find her, to shield her from the danger of the Genetics Council. And so many years of regret, guilt, and the loss of the only person he’d ever allowed himself to care for.
The bond created here, the need that would be created, the hunger that would never die, would ensure he never lost her again. She could never walk away from him and she would come to trust that he could never walk away from her either.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered, still amazed at the perfection of her.
Her eyes were like hammered gold now, gleaming between her lashes as she stared up at him, seductive and demanding.
“How slow you are.” Slender thighs parted, knees bending as her feet braced against the mattress.
Pushing between the silken limbs, unable, unwilling to wait any longer, he used his free hand to grip the heavy weight of his erection and pressed it between the heated, swollen folds of her sex.
He had to clench his teeth to hold back his snarl of pure, primitive pleasure.
This was unlike anything he’d ever known before, unlike anything he’d imagined possessing her would be like.
• • •
Pleasure was racing through her, tearing at the determined shield she’d placed between her and the remnants of a bond she’d believed no longer existed.
The warming heat moving through her body threatened that shield.
As Graeme moved between her thighs, his hard, muscular body coming over her, she knew she’d made a grave error. The width of his cock parted the folds between her thighs, stroking over slick flesh as it began pressing inside her.
The need for this was unlike anything she’d ever known or imagined. Her fingers curled, the little sharp claws that tipped them burying in the quilt beneath her as she felt the entrance to her vagina begin stretching, burning as the width of his cock began penetrating her.
Shards of pulsing, desperate need for each sensation overwhelmed her, and an overriding hunger for another of those deep, spice-infused kisses only added to the needs rising with sharp, desperate force through her body.
“Kiss me.” She couldn’t bear the hunger for it.
Staring up at him, she was restrained by the powerful fingers holding her wrists above her head as the heavy crest of his erection began impaling her with a pleasure-pain that tore past the fierce hold she had on her senses.
A groan, part growl, was a harsh sound of male pleasure and need as his lips covered hers. His tongue pressed between her lips, that elusive taste of spice filling her, mixing with the heated hint of cinnamon she’d already tasted and combining to create a desperate hunger she feared was closer to an addiction.
The warmth of his body shielded her, the heat of his erection worked slowly inside her, stretching her, stoking the most incredible sensations through her inner flesh and sensitized bud of her clit.
The swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of intimate flesh throbbed and pulsed with a need she hadn’t expected. With each advance of the thick length of hard flesh pressing inside her, each blistering stretch of the narrow channel he was taking, sizzling bands of sensual tension tightened around the aching bud.
She couldn’t bear it. The pleasure and the pain, the heated sensuality of his lips moving against hers, his tongue tasting her as she tasted him. And she needed so much more.
Blistering waves of ecstatic pleasure rushed through her, increasing the sensual hunger she was helpless against.
Tearing his lips from hers with a growl, Graeme buried his lips at her neck, his breathing harsh and heavy as he gripped her hip with his free hand and paused. The blunt crest of his cock throbbed inside her, the heavy pulse stroking nerve endings that had never felt the intimate invasion she was experiencing now.
Releasing her hands, he seemed to have no complaints when she gripped his shoulders, the hardened, sharpened nails that tipped her fingers pricking his flesh. A rumble of pleasure vibrated against her breasts, the sound sending a hard strike of pleasure to bury at her womb, the sharp sensation jerking her against him.
“Hold on, little cat,” he groaned, his hand tightening on her hip. “Just hold on to me.”
Her only warning was the tightening of his hips and the hard thighs she gripped with her knees. A heartbeat later he drew back, the heavy crest stroking sensitive flesh until it paused at the entrance. Before she could draw a breath or prepare herself, a strong thrust of his hips buried the iron-hard length of his cock partway inside her. The thin barrier of sexual innocence gave way, her inner flesh clasping the fierce heat desperately before he drew back once again.
Each heavy thrust of his hips buried his throbbing erection deeper inside her, stoked the flames whipping through her senses and licking over her flesh.
Turning her lips to the hard column of his neck as she clung to him, Cat let the pleasure have her. There was no fighting it, no denying the hunger that had built over the years for this touch, for this Breed.
