The first draw of his mouth on the swollen extension had her body bowing tight. Sensation tore through her, a pleasure so overwhelming it knotted her womb with a convulsive shudder of agonized hunger. Her br**sts were so sensitive that each stroke of his fingers over her ni**les caused a helpless scream to echo past her lips, so desperate for the stroke of his c**k up her pu**y that she was pushing at her pants, fighting to free herself of them so he could plunge inside her. Their tongues twined within his mouth as his lips sucked at the spicy fluid that came from the mating glands. It soothed the sensitivity, the heat that seemed to fill her own tongue, but only increased the heat throughout her body.
She was mindless, so greedy, so hungry for him now that nothing mattered except the hard thrust she knew was coming.
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“Not yet.” The growl that tore from his throat as he pulled back from her lips was rough, guttural.
“First…what I’ve dreamed of, Sherra.”
He ripped the top from her a second before he moved to her pants. He got them to her ankles before he realized he was going to have to unlace her boots and remove them first.
“Fuck it,” he snarled.
Placing his hands at her knees, he raised them, then spread her wide as he lowered his mouth to the swollen, wet curves of her aching cunt.
His tongue circled her cl*t with a ring of exquisite fire as he hummed in appreciation.
“You’re so damned wet I could drown in you,” he growled before licking again. It was a firm, destructive caress that went around and around her engorged clit, the sensations making her h*ps writhe as he stoked the fire in her pu**y higher, hotter.
“Kane, I can’t stand it,” she panted, her hands clenching into the cushions of the couch as she fought to keep her sanity. “Please, don’t torture me like this.”
A rough laugh vibrated against her wet flesh. “Torture you?” he asked gutturally. “Sherra, baby, you
don’t understand, if I don’t taste you I’m going to go out of my mind. All I can think of is the taste of your kiss, your hot little pu**y. How you screamed for me, how you came in my mouth. Come for me, baby, fill the hunger and then I’ll fulfill yours.”
She screamed his name as his tongue swiped through the bare slit of her cunt, a slow, appreciative lick as he hummed in pleasure.
“Fuck. Addictive,” he groaned. “I’ve never forgotten, Sherra, your sweet taste, your heat. I’ll die needing you…”
Sherra’s head thrashed against the couch as she cried out in rising demand. Her body was stretched, taut, every cell tightening with the rapid arcs of pleasure whipping through her. She fought to get closer, to grind her aching flesh into his mouth. The near urgency, the need for release, the clenching, brutal spasms of need flexing her womb were killing her. Her cl*t was a swollen knot of burning need, her vagina an ever-tightening cauldron of lust.
“Kane. God. I can’t stand it…” Her legs were trapped by her own clothing, her knees held wide by his hands as he devoured the thick syrup of her response, drawing it into his mouth, licking and groaning against her, delving into the blistering depths of her pu**y for more.
“Kane, please.” She nearly screamed his name. She couldn’t bear the pitiless convulsions in her womb any longer. Her body was in demand and only one thing would or could ease it. “Please. Please, Kane. Fuck me. I’m begging you…”
He groaned helplessly, his tongue plunging deep and hard inside her vagina, f**king her into a mindless frenzied urgency. She had never known anything so hot, or a hunger so deep. His tongue stoked the fires hotter, eating at her, lapping at her, until tremors of sensation shook her body remorselessly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned as he dragged his head from her pulsing cunt. “I’m starved for you, Sherra.”
He rose to his knees, his c**k heavy and engorged as he reached for her, forcing her to turn as she gasped in surprise. He pulled at the ties of one boot, removed it and then slid her pants leg off as he moved between her thighs.
There were few preliminaries. The need was too explosive, she had forced them to wait too long and Kane was hungry. His c**k plunged inside her, forcing its way past fist-tight muscles, stretching her with brutal strokes as his back arched, his h*ps working furiously as he fought to hold back the building cl**ax. Sherra couldn’t restrain her scream of pleasure or her own writhing hips. She worked her cunt on the thick c**k pistoning in and out of her vagina. Her legs clasped his hips, her back arched, and within minutes she dissolved. Hard, racking, the shudders of orgasm tightened her body to near breaking point as pleasure ripped through her. Not just pleasure…ecstasy, rapture, a blinding sensitivity she would have never believed possible if she hadn’t experienced it herself. It was almost never-ending, contraction after contraction tightening around his thrusting erection until it trapped him deep inside her, milking every drop of thick creamy seed trapped inside his balls.
His hands were hard on her hips, his male cries harsh and pulled roughly from the depths of his chest as
his body shook above her for long seconds. Finally, blissfully, the violent tremors of rapturous pleasure eased, releasing him to clasp against her, his mouth at her neck as he fought for breath. And he was still hard.
Sherra blinked back tears of weary knowledge. The Breed males were exceptionally powerful, built for endurance, allowing them to hold up beneath the intense eroticism of the mating heat. How would Kane endure it?
“I’m going to f**k you until neither of us can move,” he whispered at her neck as he began to thrust inside her again. “Until there’s nothing left of you or me, Sherra. Only us. Only the knowledge that you’ll never…” a hard thrust lifted her to him with a weak cry of growing hunger, “ever…” deeper, harder,
“fucking refuse me again…”
Kane helped her dress and carried her to his room hours later. Sherra was limp, exhausted in his arms and his c**k was still hard, raging with the need to be buried inside her again. As he undressed her and tucked her in the bed he sat down heavily in the chair beside it after undressing himself and just stared at her.
She was sleeping deeply—so deeply that the move had barely disturbed her. Dark shadows lay under her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights she had spent over the last few weeks. Nights spent pacing her room or roaming the mountain. Just as he had spent his nights. He leaned his head wearily against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. His erection throbbed like a damned toothache. He couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t spill his seed inside her fast enough or hard enough for satisfaction.