Her eyes were so dark they were nearly black, staring back at him languorously, damp with tears, stark with hunger.
“What are you doing to me?” She panted for breath, her nipples raking his chest as her pussy flexed and spasmed around his burrowing cock.
He lowered his head until his lips were brushing hers, his eyes staring into hers. “My mate,” he whispered, almost wincing at the guttural, primal sound of his voice. “Just mine. ”
Her lips parted as she moaned, a low keening sound of pleasure as her tongue swiped over her lips, his.
“Something’s wrong. ” Her lashes fluttered over her eyes a second before a harsh cry left her lips and he felt her orgasm.
He had penetrated no further than halfway into the snug depths of her pussy and she was already coming for him, washing his dick with the heated cream flowing around it.
“No. Nothing’s wrong. ” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t hurry. It was so good, so fucking hot and good, sliding into her, working his cock into the clenching muscles milking at him. “It’s right, Scheme. It’s all just right. ”
“Tanner. I’m scared. ” Soft, subtle, the scent of her fear infused her pleasure.
“Trust me, Scheme. ” His chest clenched at the scent. “Please. Just this once. Just right now, sweetheart. Trust me not to hurt you. ”
“I can’t…” A sharp cry left her throat as he pushed inside her to the hilt, his cock pulsing, throbbing with the heated grip she had on it. “Oh God, Tanner, I can’t stand it. What are you doing to me? You can’t do this. ” Her fingernails were pricking at his scalp sensually, her hips writhing against his, her legs tightening around his back as her pleasure began to increase.
“You can’t control this, Scheme. ” He wanted to smile. She was as much a control freak as he. She needed to know every step she was taking, needed to acknowledge it and understand its consequences. There was no understanding this. No controlling it.
“I have to. ” She was gasping as he moved against her, stroking his dick inside her, caressing her, driving them both crazy as sensations built, one atop the other, pushing them headlong into a dark, unknown center of lust.
“Give to me, Scheme. ” He didn’t want her frightened. She had feared too much in her life, known too much pain, too many betrayals. “Just here, just now, little love, trust me. ”
She stared back at him, tears welling in her eyes as he pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, before he slowly, with agonizing pleasure, penetrated her once again.
“Just don’t hurt me, Tanner. Please don’t hurt me. ”
And he knew she didn’t mean physically. She was begging him not to betray her.
He smiled sadly. The beast had known his mate, but he hadn’t. The woman Scheme kept hidden deep inside her, the woman that wept, that feared, trusted him. It was the conscious woman, the one who had known unbelievable pain, who feared.
“My mate. ” He paused, buried full-length inside her, his cock throbbing, surrounded by hot, tight silk. “I would die for you. ”
He licked at her lips, slid his tongue inside her mouth, growled as she opened to him, her tongue tangling with his, tasting the dark brew that released from the mating glands and giving herself to him.
No fear. She accepted him, if only as this, for now.
His hands clenched her buttocks, his hips moved and he was lost in her. Pleasure burned and built. It raced through his body and left him climbing, reaching…dying in her arms.
She couldn’t make sense of the pleasure. But she never had. From the first touch, days before, knowing he could kill her, destroy her, the pleasure that came from his touch hadn’t made sense.
Her body trusted him; she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t hold on to the distrust and the fear when he touched her. And now. Something was different now. From the moment he had bitten her, his teeth sinking into her flesh, his tongue numbing the wound and then burning it—it had changed.
The need, the hunger, wasn’t just indescribable pleasure any longer. It was a firefight inside her body. Whipping lashes of burning sensation that bordered on pain increased the pleasure, forced her to ride a boundary between the two so fine it was terrifying.
Swirling vortexes of lightning resounded beneath her flesh. Charged with erotic intensity and weakening carnality. It was like sinking into a whirlwind of such heated delight that the senses exploded. There was too much pleasure.
His lips on hers, his tongue tasted of a storm, lightning-charged, damp and earthy, sweet. There was nothing to compare it to, no other taste she had ever known that even came close.
And she needed more. She tangled her tongue with his, sucked at it and let herself fall into the wicked vortex overtaking her.
The pleasure would kill her. Her arms tightened around his neck, her legs around his back, and she moved against him, forcing his cock deeper with each stroke inside her swollen, overly sensitive vagina.
She had never been so sensitive, so swollen. His cock felt like a fist inside her, stretching her, stroking sensually as she felt her muscles spasming around him.
“Tanner. ” She could barely breathe, let alone speak. Yet she couldn’t stay silent. She couldn’t process the pleasure fast enough to find a steady shore amid this storm.