It was like nothing she had known before. Even the first shattering kiss they had shared so long ago was only a weak imitation to this one. It weakened her, sent her senses screaming with the building heat that raced through her body, pooling in her womb and growing ever brighter. A conflagration rose inside her as his lips and tongue combined to drive her insane with the ravenous carnality that slammed into her body. She couldn’t fight him as well as herself. Not while his lips covered hers. His tongue tempted and stroked, driving her mad with the need to feel his lips twisting over hers, drawing on the swollen flesh of her tongue, relieving her of the hormone that now pulsed and throbbed within her swollen glands.
Years of need, of brutal demand caused by the very nature of what she was, rose to the surface. The
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battle for supremacy began then. His tongue tangled with hers, but this wasn’t what she needed. It stroked and cooled the burning flesh of her own, but again, she needed more. She fought to push past it, to gain control, to attain the victory of having his lips enclose it, sucking it into his mouth, easing the torturously swollen glands that seemed to fill further now.
His hands were tight in her hair, holding her to him, though there was no longer any need. Her arms twined around his neck, holding him close, her nails biting into his scalp as sanity slipped further and further away.
Her craving for him built. His taste, his touch. It became a raging tempest, sweeping aside fears, objections and reason as incandescent heat exploded through her body. With a victorious cry, she pushed her tongue past his lips and dissolved. Instantly Kane was there. His lips trapped her tongue, his mouth drawing on it. The hormone trapped within the swollen glands poured free as his h*ps jerked, his c**k pushing hard and insistent against the damp fabric of her thin pants, the bulging head parting the lips of her pu**y as it nudged in as far as the material allowed. Sherra was trying to crawl into his body now. The rapturous pleasure spreading through her as Kane suckled at her tongue was nearly more than she could survive. Her cunt spilled its thick essence against the cloth-entrapped head of his cock. Her hands held him to her, her head falling back as he fought to gain every drop of the aphrodisiac from her.
In the back of her mind she knew the terror would come later. The fear for Kane and his safety would send her past every fear she had ever known. For now, though, there was only his kiss, his rumbled groans of growing male arousal, his c**k rocking against her pu**y, his hands pulling at her top, the pain easing in her tongue but growing in her womb.
Her eyes struggled to open as his head jerked back from her. A whimper escaped her, fear pricking at the heat building between them. His face was flushed, heavy with lust now, his eyes nearly black, dilated with the instant effect of the hormone absorbing into his system.
“Kane.” She whispered his name with an edge of desperation as he forced her arms down then jerked her top over her shoulders. The spandex material stretched tight, trapping her, hampering her movements as her br**sts cleared the edge of the straining fabric.
“Don’t talk.” His hands lifted the swollen mounds. “Every time you talk you think. Don’t f**king think, Sherra, just feel.”
“What have you done, Kane?” She shuddered as his tongue swiped over a hard, riotously sensitive nipple.
“What I should have done six months ago,” he snarled, surprising her with the anger behind his words, the need that vibrated in his voice. “Damn you, Sherra. How did you survive this alone, baby? Sweet baby… If I don’t have you I’ll die from it now.”
She cried out as the hunger became ravenous. His lips surrounded her nipple, drawing on it strong and deep as his hands tore at the waistband of her snug pants. His c**k was throbbing, the head literally pulsing as it tried tobury deeper in her pu**y, to defy the material of her pants between them, threatening to rip past the threads as her cunt heated destructively.
The hormone. Sherra whimpered as the pleasure screamed through her body. His mouth drew on her
nipple, his teeth rasping, tongue licking, as the brutal fist of sensation tightened in her womb. How would he function? How would she? The heat was pronouncedly stronger in her than it had been in Merinus. The agonizing pain would soon be ripping through her womb as her body fought to conceive. It was a useless void, and no matter how fertile the hormone wanted to make her, it could never support life.
The thought of the life she could never help create was shattered by his touch, though. He was out of control. They were out of control. His hands were hard as he fought to get her pants off her h*ps while keeping her locked to him, a hard, fierce growl tearing past his throat. Kane held her secure, his mouth, teeth and tongue tormenting the hard flesh he held captive. Her nipple was becoming so sensitive, so enflamed that the pleasure was almost pain, pushing her higher as it overwhelmed her.
She could feel her heart racing, the blood surging through her veins as his teeth scraped over the pointed crest before gripping it gently, holding it captive as his tongue flicked over it with hungry demand. Sherra twisted in his arms. She needed to be closer. She could feel the swirling mass of sensation growing in her womb, pulsing with a demand she couldn’t deny. Not any longer. Her upper arms were bound to her body by the taut fabric of the sleeves of her top, but her hand reached out, gripping Kane’s muscular forearms as he consumed her br**sts. He drew the hard point deeper into his mouth, sucking it with strong, hungry movements as his tongue continued to flay it. She could feel each rapid flick of his tongue throwing her closer to oblivion. She was helpless to fight it. Helpless against it.
“Please…” she whimpered, but didn’t know if the plea was for him to cease or to take her deeper. Her head fell back as she gasped for breath, shuddering as his teeth raked the tender tip, sending white-hot flames licking from her breast to her womb until she convulsed in heated, agonized ecstasy. Her cries echoed around her as she tightened, shuddered, her nails biting into the hard arms she held as bells and sirens began to wail around her.
Kane’s mouth released her nipple with a slight popping sensation as his head raised, a snarl drawing his lips back as Sherra suddenly realized the sirens were coming from outside. Warning, strident, the alarm system wailed through the compound, shrieking around them as the raised voices from outside the shed finally penetrated the haze of lust enveloping them.
Her gaze flew to his, her hands trying to reach for him as her brain processed the fact that there was now danger surrounding them. Danger to the occupants of the house, Cassie, Merinus and Roni and their unborn babes. Her mind fought to accept the sudden switch, the need to protect rather than to f**k, the need to fight rather than to touch.