Velvet Cataclysm (Princes of the Underground 1)

His groan, guttural and harsh, brought her back to herself with a slam. His cock jerked in her pussy. He throbbed inside her as he continued to fuck her with short, demanding strokes, and pleasure continued to wrack her flesh.

His body convulsed in agonized bliss. She cried out in awe at the sensation of his warm seed filling her.

Overfilling her.

He thrust again and again, continuing to climax. She felt like the A-bomb had just gone off in her.

And she’d been able to contain it.

Her own delicious orgasm waned, but Saint continued to fuck her hard, grunting gutturally, his cock still full and huge. Much to her amazement, she still felt the spasms of his penis, his facial muscles still convulsed in ecstasy.

He was still ejaculating inside her.

The realization of the profundity of his need did something strange to her. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him and ground down with her hips, getting pressure from his thick shaft on her clit. A cry broke out of her throat when she came again. His harsh hiss told her that he felt her climaxing around him. He gave an agonized growl as her pussy finally squeezed out his last drops.

For a stretched, full moment they ran their lips over each other’s skin, panting harshly. A cool breeze made the oak leaves shiver around them, but Christina still felt the fever beneath Saint’s skin.

She felt his warm tongue on her skin and realized he was licking the small puncture wounds his teeth had made. Some instinct told her his saliva had a healing quality. Maybe she knew that because she innately recognized the cleanness of his taste…the rightness of it.

“I’m going to have to have you again in a moment,” he rasped with his lips next to her pulse.

She shuddered slightly at his words and the memory of the pleasure that had swamped her when he’d sunk his teeth into her flesh, merging with her in a way that was just as intimate as their joined sexes. He must have felt her internal clutch on his cock, because he raised his head. His eyes were shadowed, but she sensed his stare.

“My cock is so sensitive. It felt like I’d never had a woman before.”

She gave him a smile. “It kinda felt that way to me too. And I loved it.”

“Stina,” he groaned. He seized her lips, kissing her swift and rough. Her pussy throbbed with renewed desire. It felt incredibly exciting to cradle his full, firm cock, knowing how sensitive he was…anticipating the moment he was ready to take her again. She caught the glitter in his eyes when he lifted his head and knew that moment was very near.

“Do you forgive me?” he whispered.

“For making love to me that day so many years ago? In the park?”

He nodded.

“There’s nothing to forgive. This…” she flexed her vaginal muscles around him, “…is as natural and right as the dawn.”

His lips formed a small snarl at her caress. He exhaled slowly. Christina felt the tension growing in his muscles and the throb of his cock deep inside her and knew another moment of blinding bliss was even nearer. She shivered in anticipation.

“And what of the other?” he asked harshly.

“The fact that you left me on that same day? Denied this?” She squeezed him tightly yet again. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight.

“Yes.”

“That might take a little longer to forgive.”

She leaned up and lightly licked a sharp incisor. He trembled and his cock leapt inside her. He nipped at her lower lip when she tried to lick him again. She laughed huskily. “I’ll let you know when you’ve made up for all those years I might have had the pleasure of your company, Saint. You have some serious work to do before then. Better get to it.”

The low growl that hummed in his throat and his consuming kiss made tingling heat surge through her sex. He whispered next to her lips, “I’m so primed, I think I’ll go a long way in making a good dent in all those years in one night.”

She yelped when he slid out of her and pushed her legs down until her feet hit the ground. The feeling of his warm, big hands on her skin as he slid her T-shirt up her torso made her nipples prickle in awareness. He removed her bra in the time it took her to blink and gasp. The next thing she knew, he had turned her toward the tree.

“Bend over,” he ordered gruffly.

Christina was highly aware of his big hands possessively cradling her hips as she bent at the waist and pressed her palms on the tree. What he did next took her by surprise.

Blissful surprise.