Bound to Darkness (Midnight Breed 13)

He palmed the rounded swell of her breasts, a low, possessive rumble building in his chest as she arched into his touch, writhing and moaning in eager response. He bent his head and took her nipple between his lips, sucking it hard, tweaking it with a sharp nip of his teeth.

He released the tight bud with a kiss, then lifted his hungered gaze up to hers. “You’re mine, Carys.”

“Yes.” She reached to caress his face, breath racing out of her in shallow pants. “Only yours.”

The same words she’d wrung from him in pleasure a few moments ago. He wanted to hear her scream those words before he was finished with her now.

He shifted his position and cupped the warm mound of her sex. Silky wetness met his fingertips on contact, and he slid inside her folds on a ragged breath. He stroked her cleft, reveling in the impossible slickness, the beckoning heat.

The walls of her sheath seared the two fingers he pushed into her. Tiny muscles rippled under his shallow thrusts, making his cock jerk in envy. He penetrated deeper, feeling her plush walls grasp for him with each slide of his fingers.

Her clit was a hard pearl that quivered as he ran the pad of his thumb over it, coating it with her juices. He flicked and teased and massaged it while his fingers continued to slide in and out of her.

He glanced up to find her watching him. Her amber eyes were scorching, so hot and wild with need. Her dermaglyphs danced with rich colors across her breasts and the slender planes of her abdomen. Passion swamped her face.

“Harder,” she rasped, demand in her husky voice. “Go deeper.”

He chuckled low under his breath. “Oh, not so fast, love. We’re only getting started.”

Her head dropped back on a thready groan, stretching that pretty column of porcelain skin and the delicate blue veins that beat frantically beneath its surface. Rune had to look away and he did so on a vicious curse.

Pumping his fingers into her, coaxing the bundle of nerves into an even tighter knot of pleasure for her, he bent his head to kiss and suckle her breasts. He was ravenous for her, but he wanted her mindless with need before he gave in to his own cravings.

Some primal, selfish part of him wanted to know that he was branded on her senses, stamped deep in her marrow. That she could never belong to another.

He drifted down the length of her body, kissing and nipping, tonguing every taut curve and valley. He shifted so that his face loomed over her sex, which glistened under his gaze, flushed dark pink and ripe for the eating. The sweet, musky scent of her was a drug to his sanity, but he was already addicted to this woman.

His woman.

“Show me,” he growled, sounding more savage than man. His fangs ached as painfully as his cock, twin hungers that demanded to be sated. “Let me hear you, baby.”

She answered with a throaty moan that nearly undid him on the spot. Her creamy juices drenched his fingers, making slick, wet sounds as he picked up his tempo. Her clit felt like a hot pebble as he rolled and stroked it with his thumb. She bucked under his touch now, her legs falling wide apart, moving restlessly as he commanded the last shreds of her control.

A cry built in the back of her throat, raw and untamed. It drove him on, turned him savage with the need to feel her shatter. She moaned his name, a shudder traveling the lithe arc of her body.

“Oh, God. It’s too good.” Arms flung up over her head on the mattress, her fingers twisted in the coverlet as she writhed and quivered under the relentless rhythm of his hand. “Rune, I’m going to come. Please . . . let me come now.”

He growled his approval and took his thumb from her clit only long enough to cover her with his open mouth. He took the bud deep, his tongue doing the work now, his lips buried in her sweet nectar, his fingers fucking her fast and deep. He stroked and sucked and savored, holding her against his face as her orgasm built to a frenzy. She came on a roar that nearly undid him. Vibrations wracked her strong, lean body, one after another.

He needed to taste more of her. He wanted to feast on her. Cleaving his tongue through the plush folds of her sex, he speared deep into the molten honey of her core. He lapped her up, just as she had done to him, greedy for every creamy, sweet drop.

His cock couldn’t take the denial of her heat a second longer. Rune snarled as he pulled away from her, incapable of speech now. Lust raked him, and there was no gentleness in his hands as he cupped her ass and angled her high for the first hard thrust of his hips. He drove inside on a coarse grunt, then fell into a furious, rolling tempo. Crashing into her. Slamming deep. Rocking in and out like a piston.

Carys started to come again. Her moans built toward ragged cries. The soft, grasping walls of her sheath rippled around him as he lost himself to the intense, unstoppable pressure of his own mounting release.

He’d never felt anything as addicting as the way their bodies fit together. So primal, so goddamn perfect. He tucked her beneath him and folded his body atop hers, watching her face, holding her fiery gaze, as her orgasm swamped her. Her fingernails sank into his shoulders with her pleasured scream.

Fuck, yeah, baby. He was right behind her, release rolling up on him fast. He wouldn’t be able to hold it back more than another second.

His muscles went rigid. His blood turned electric in his veins, roaring in his temples, throbbing in his shaft with every driving thrust of his body into hers.

His pace turned furious now, beyond his control. His fangs ached to penetrate too. Breed instincts fired up like sparks as his climax coiled into a tighter knot, ready to blow. His pupils homed in on the frantic tic of Carys’s carotid.

Christ, he could hear that rapid beat drumming in his ears. Echoing in his veins. Calling to his blood and everything Breed in him.

He wanted to claim her completely.

He wanted her bound to him forever, whether he deserved that gift or not.