Surrendering, as she had already done.
“Oh!” she cried out as he thrust into her, making her hips lift off the table and meet his quick, unrelenting stride. “Oh yes. That feels so good.”
She ground against him, moved with him. There was nothing she could do to slow the frenzied passion that seemed to grip them both. The fervor that drove a hard-beating, pulsating tempo that had her panting and moaning in sensual delight.
That foreign and forbidden emotion that felt too close to love for comfort welled within her again. Rising up to her throat, forming a lump, which took her by surprise. Her fingers twisted in his thick hair as she held him close to her, wanting desperately to feel his mouth on hers. Knowing she’d only be torturing herself further if she allowed it.
An unfamiliar urgency gripped her as he made love to her with quick, confident strokes. The peculiar sensations holding her body, spirit and soul captive made her eyes mist. She suddenly longed for more than this one night.
Knew she couldn’t have it.
With every move Cane made, the breath whooshed from her lungs, causing the most uninhibited cries of pleasure and need to fall from her parted lips. Every inch of her begged for more, even if the words didn’t fully form on her tongue.
She rocked with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His gaze locked with hers, his black eyes burning with an intensity she’d never seen before and backlit with that odd yet totally mesmerizing glow that held her spellbound.
As his thick cock plunged and retreated, hammered into her then withdrew—pushing even deeper than the last time—she felt a powerful climax build within her. Too fast to stall. Too intense to fight off. It scared her how vehemently she reacted to everything he did to her. But there was no denying or escaping the sensual abyss. Her orgasm hit like a 10.0 quake and all she could think was this was why they called it earth-shattering!
Her erotic scream filled the room. Thankfully, it was met by the crash of thunder or the neighbors on the other side of her might have called the cops.
She wouldn’t have blamed them. Her pleasure-filled cries continued to echo in the foyer as Cane continued to drive deep, fucking her harder, making her even wetter…hotter…in need of more…
He pushed her close to another mind-blowing orgasm. She welcomed it.
“Oh god,” she barely managed to grind out. Her breath was scarce. Her heart leapt in her chest.
And yet he still held her legs open, still thrust into her with the kind of determination that told her he intended to make her come at least a half-dozen times more before he indulged in his own release.
A sharp moan welled in her throat at the thought. “Don’t stop,” she said, urging him on while still meeting his quick rhythm. Her flattened palms pressed against the wood beneath her. The table was sturdy, yet it shook against the onslaught, the erotic wrath Cane unleashed.
Bev had never been caught up in such a turbulent sexual cyclone, but damned if Cane didn’t envelop her in the most violent of erotic storms. So all-encompassing in nature with his single-minded determination to pleasure her. So wrought with passion and desire and need. So intense and raw and…real.
As he moved at a fevered pitch, so steady and strong and fast she knew she’d come again any second now, his gaze locked with hers once more.
Making her breath catch. Reminding her of everything she wanted…everything she couldn’t have. Everything that would slip from her grasp after this evening.
That awkward lump lodged in her throat again. “Cane,” she whispered his name as though to mentally record it, to convince and remind herself this moment was real. That he was real. That what was transpiring between them tonight was real and not just a figment of an imagination that had refrained from fantasizing about this kind of forbidden interlude centuries ago.
How could she have found such perfection after all this time? How could she have connected with a human on a level that went far beyond reason and logical explanation, especially when she’d worked so hard to convince herself love and lust weren’t necessities in life? Weren’t plausible or rational dreams to pursue?
Worse yet, why did she have to know in her heart that what she felt intuitively to be the right choice for her was actually an impossible pipe dream?
Bev gave a slight shake of her head, but her gaze snapped right back to Cane’s. His dark eyes flashed with emotions that seemed to mirror her own. As though he too were acknowledging how perfect this union was, yet questioning its possibility all the same.
It’s longevity.
Even pondering an impossible future, however, couldn’t keep her from responding to the heavenly present. As he moved within her, her ass lifted off the table. Her head fell back on her shoulders and her body quaked with every purposeful push and pull. Every unrelenting, sweet invasion of her cunt. He knew exactly what she needed, fighting it no longer.
Hard and full and pulsing inside her throbbing pussy, he drove her to the very end of that twisting, turning, treacherous road and made her barrel over the edge once more.
This time, Bev’s scream was met with a near blinding flash of lightning that made her squeeze her eyes tight against the color and heat…and the undeniable knowledge that she was the one causing this erratic weather pattern.
She could hide from it no longer. Lust, desire and passion consumed her. Cane still drove deep, still pushed her further along so that one orgasm morphed into another and her body shuddered nonstop as he fucked her with full, steady yet erotically rough strokes.
“Please…” she whimpered. Not in protest. In desperate need. Her ears buzzed, her mind clouded. Her body hummed with electricity. An urgency she’d never known before made her squeeze his cock, holding him captive inside her body. Her muscles contracted around him. Milking him. Teasing and taunting him.
He groaned low and deep. A primitive sound that excited her all the more. “Christ, Bev,” he said on a rough exhale of air. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Please,” she repeated, realizing that was exactly what sh