Cross Breed (Breeds 23)

Just in case.

Just in case he lost her. Just in case he never had the chance to touch her like this again.

He touched, stroked. He tasted.

The taste of her was exquisite. He knew no matter what tomorrow brought, the taste of her would infuse his senses as long as he lived. It would live inside him, torment him if he never tasted her again.

He could feel her losing herself in him, and he’d dreamed of it happening. Dreamed of the day when his little halfling was so lost in the pleasure he gave her she could only lie beneath him, her cries filling the air around them.

The sweet heated scent of her pussy filled his head as his kisses moved back to her thighs. Her clit peeked out from the slick folds, a moist little pearl swollen and shimmering with the need for his touch.

He was so damned hungry for her, desperate to taste the need spilling from her. Knowing once his lips returned to those wet folds he’d be lost. There would be no controlling his lust for her then, no controlling the hunger surging through his senses.

But as his lips brushed against the sweet taste of her again, he knew he was lost. He had to taste.

His tongue swiped through the narrow slit, circled the swollen bud, and he groaned in defeat. Spicy feminine need exploded through his senses, the underlying sweetness tempting his taste buds. A temptation he couldn’t fight.

The first stroke of his tongue through the sensitive folds between her thighs stole her breath. Cassie gasped, her body drawing at the agonizing pleasure that rushed through her on a sharp wave of building sensation.

He circled her clit, sucked it into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. Pushing his hands beneath her rear he lifted her closer, that wicked tongue sliding lower once again, rimming the entrance and pushing his tongue inside her in a stroke of such pleasure she would have screamed if she’d had the breath.

Each impalement sent her senses screaming with the building sensation, drowning in the ecstasy she could almost reach, almost feel exploding through her.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, pulling back, his voice serrated. “Do it again, Cassie. Ride my tongue.”

The thrust inside her had her vagina tightening, rippling with a ferocity of need that had her hips arching, mindlessly doing as he demanded, riding each thrust, fighting to reach that edge of madness where only ecstasy existed.

Just as she was certain she could reach it, certain she’d explode into shards of pleasure, his head jerked back.

“No. No …” Reaching for him, desperate now, need whipping through her in a storm of such sensation she didn’t know if there was a way to survive it.

Her eyes came open as he jackknifed between her thighs. Pulling her up, he flipped her to her stomach, his hands gripping her hips, lifting them until her knees were beneath her as he came over her.

His teeth locked in the mark at her shoulder as the head of his cock parted the folds of her sex and began pressing inside her. The steady, stretching penetration had her back arching, whipping, agonizing pleasure radiating from the steady impalement.

A growl vibrated at her back, his teeth holding her still, keeping her in place as he worked his erection inside her. She couldn’t survive this. Her eyes closed as a smothered wail left her lips and he drove in to the hilt.

She could feel her vagina struggling to ease despite the steady throb of his cock and each pulse of pre-cum that spilled inside her. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, to find herself within the storm of sensation tearing through her body.

Holding her to him with one hand beneath her hips, his teeth at her shoulder, he began thrusting inside her, his groans mixing with her cries as she gripped him, her muscles rippling in contracting pleasure with each stroke inside her.

It was killing her. He was killing her with the steady building sensations, pushing her higher with each thrust inside her until she was sobbing, begging.

“Please …” She tried to scream, but the sound was a gasp, agonized, as she shuddered, shaking with need. “Oh God, Dog, please … please …”

The snarling growl at her shoulder had her tensing. His thighs bunched and the thrusts drove inside her then. Deep, hard, penetrating her fully with each stroke and pushing her over that agonizing edge straight into rapture.

A rapture that refused to end. Hard, blinding explosions ripped through her body in an orgasm that seemed never ending. The feel of his release, the pressure of his cock swelling inside her, locking him to her, stole the last measure of reality.

The emotions that tore through her in that moment were like a kaleidoscope of color whipping through her, mixing with the blinding ecstasy, throwing her into a place that made no sense. A place filled with such love, so much love and devotion, and riding those soul-deep feelings was a pain she couldn’t define.

How long it lasted, she didn’t know. Reality was something that didn’t exist, didn’t matter, as she was rocked with ecstasy and emotion. She was aware of collapsing beneath him, his body still locked with hers.

His teeth released her shoulder as his head rested against hers, his breathing as harsh as her own.

“You carry my soul,” he whispered as she felt exhaustion dragging her down. “My sweet, beautiful little halfling, you’re all that’s good inside me.”

And she could have sworn she heard grief echo in his vow.