This time, when she screamed, he felt the powerful throbbing inside her intensify, a wave roaring from deep in her pussy to her clit and then back again. She stretched backward, her breasts jiggling as she writhed, her nipples hardened, and goose bumps raced across her skin.
Augusta fell on his chest, weak and limp. Her body was still warm and pulsing, her pussy gripping his cock tightly as aftershocks from the orgasm shook her. Ray lay quietly beneath her, holding himself back with every last bit of his strength.
Then, his hands tightened on her arms. His body was so hard that his muscles could break his own bones, and it wasn’t just his cock. An incredible tension surged through him, emanating from that place between his legs but streaking through his belly, chest, and arms.
The panther would no longer be held back. Ray grabbed Augusta’s shoulders and threw her to the side, pressing her against the floor as he rolled on top. She murmured something, a breathy whisper, but he didn’t pay any attention. He could see her face was completely relaxed, a little smile dancing on her lips as her body kept itself wrapped loosely around him.
Ray started to thrust, fast and hard. Augusta was so quiet under him that his panther seemed to go insane. A roaring lust that almost mimicked his prey drive kicking in and obliterating all thought. The world narrowed to his hard cock driving into her, parting those soft, wet lips over and over.
Sharp cries burst from his throat, and his teeth clicked together as the sounds of his release crossed his lips. Underneath him, Augusta smiled, her breath in whispery gasps as her hands hung loosely from his shoulders and her thighs wrapped gently to his hips.
His cock thickened inside her, every sharp, hard pump slamming into her and jolting her along the floor. When she shook her head and muttered helplessly, curling her head against his chest, a bolt of red-hot fire rushed through him, from his spine and lower belly, right into his rock-hard cock.
As he came inside her, his cock pumping and throbbing as his release tore through him, he only just remembered not to scratch or bite her. The climax was so powerful, so all-encompassing, that he cried out sharply as his cock finally released its load, and his claws dug into the carpet behind Augusta’s head, shredding it into fibers.
His body stayed still and taut for a few minutes as he gasped, feeling as if every last drop of fluid in his body was emptying through his cock. He dripped with sweat, his temples so hot, he felt like his hair could catch on fire. It took a long time for the tension to leave his body, and even though he’d come harder than he ever had in his life, his cock wouldn’t go down.
He tried to move, gently slipping back an inch. Augusta cried out, her own inner muscles still wrapped around him. He moaned as her body clenched around him as if they couldn’t be separated now that they had been joined together. Ray fought his panther in a silent, desperate war for a full minute as he stayed braced above Augusta, where she was plastered to the floor beneath him.
We can’t fuck anymore … either of us. So why is pulling out the hardest thing I’ve ever done?
With a harsh gasp, he pulled back again, feeling his hard cock slip away from the warm, wet embrace of her pussy. She cried out again, but he immediately collapsed onto the floor beside her and enveloped her in his strong arms, pressing her tightly to his chest.
There was no thought, no world with all its problems to come between them. All that existed was the heat of their bodies in a shimmering haze of pleasure around them, the soft synchronicity of their breathing, and the beat of his heart being answered by her own.
Chapter14
Augusta
She blinked her eyes open, letting the late morning light flicker into her awareness. When she saw Ray’s gorgeous face inches from hers, her breath caught in her chest.
He’s so fucking hot.
Deep down, her body thumped with desire and delicious aches chased through her from the memories of the night before. She rolled onto her back, closing her eyes to run her hands along her rib cage to cup under her breasts and gently tease her nipples with her palms.
She sighed, feeling her body respond, all the sensations from his body against hers coming alive all over again. She was sore all over, not just down below. It was as if every joint and muscle had gotten a workout like never before.
Slowly, she rolled onto her side to face him. His skin was pale against the black hair that curled across his forehead, and his eyelashes were dark where they fanned out against his cheeks.
Augusta shifted a little, thinking that the hard floor probably hadn’t done much to help her joints and muscles. She stretched again, stifling a yawn as her thoughts progressed toward a shower and breakfast.
Human minds are such curious things. I’ve been in fear for my life, then fell into bed with my kidnapper. I have cuddled with his inner animal, been chased by another animal, witnessed a murder. Now I’m thinking about how hot I want a shower and what I want on my toast. This man is a gang member, he kills people and this is the one I think I have fallen for? No wonder I am thinking about toast, it is easier to figure out than my life right now.
These were far more important problems at the moment than figuring out who wanted to kill her and if Ray was really a vicious kidnapper or a strong, victorious savior. She giggled to herself and rolled over again to glance at her lover.
To her surprise, his eyes were wide open and watching her. In the bright slanting light from the window, his dark-brown eyes shimmered like amber with glowing molten depths.
There was certainly something predatory about him, especially when he grinned, and she saw the glint of his sharp teeth behind his sweet, curved lips. She could not forget that he was a panther … no matter how civilized he appeared, living beneath the skin was an animal, a powerful, vicious, and strong creature that could kill at will.
“Good morning,” he muttered, his voice husky and deep. “I hope you slept well.”
“Not bad,” she said, sitting up. “But I think I’m worse for wear from sleeping on the floor.”
“Me too,” he said, yawning as he sat up. “Not that I mind too much. I don’t even remember falling asleep.”
“Neither do I,” she said. The memories of the night before were a blur of responsiveness and emotion. The only real thing she could grasp from it was how often … and how powerfully … she had come.
I’ve never been multi-orgasmic before. What the hell was I even doing before this? Was it even sex?