Carpathian 17 - Dark Curse

sharing the hot slide, the clamp of her throat, the stroke of her tongue on his Page 164

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    sensitized flesh. He reared back, using the silk of her hair and his knees to keep her in place while he began to move.
    She followed the instructions he bit out through bared teeth. The harder she sucked and used the flat of her tongue, and the edge of her teeth, the wilder and more aggressive he became, but she couldn\'t stop-didn\'t want to stop even though a part of her was nervous. She felt him grow thicker and she tried to pull away. He held her, the seductive whisper moving in her mind, telling her exactly what he needed from her.
    Nicolas suddenly withdrew, moving off of her. She cried out, reaching for him. He flipped her over and with one strong arm around her waist, lifted her, dragging her to her knees, pressing his shaft tightly against the curve of her buttocks. He licked his way down her spine, teasing the firm globes and tasting heat and spice down her very center. She gasped, unsure what he intended, but he held her submissively in front of him, forcing her to wait while he took his time, exploring her body, the body that was his to love, to worship, to play with.
    Keeping one hand on the nape of her neck, he held her down, thrusting the broad head of his erection against her soft, wet entrance. She gasped and rocked back. He held her firmly, stopping when she tried to impale herself. He waited until she remained still and pushed deeper through the tight folds, inch by inch, filling and stretching her while her heart beat with his and the air moved through her lungs in rhythm with his.
    Her muscles were tight and hot, a fiery inferno encasing him in silk. He caught her hips in his hands and thrust hard, burying himself so deep his balls met her bottom with a slap of sensitive flesh and he nearly howled with pleasure. He began to ride her, a hard, rough ride, slamming home, deliberately going as deep and as hard as possible with each stroke, taking her breath, not giving her time to do anything but rock back with sobbing breaths.
    Her breasts swayed with every hard, pounding thrust and he leaned forward, angling his body to get a different position, to go even deeper. Her muscles clamped tighter and tighter, and suddenly fire raced over him as her orgasm took her, but he didn\'t slow down, didn\'t let her catch her breath, driving her right back up the pinnacle as hard and fast as he could.
    Again. It was a demand, a growl rumbling in his throat. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, leaning toward her shoulder, his teeth lengthening. All the while his hips pounded with real urgency, pushing her up and up, building the tension until she screamed, the lightning streaking from groin to belly to breasts, ripping through her like a tidal wave.
    He moved again, turning her, lifting her, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could feel the slide of her breasts on his chest, so he could take her mouth with his, so that he could drop her down over the hard, rigid length of him and hear her scream with pleasure.
    Tet vigyázam. I love you. He couldn\'t say the words out loud. They didn\'t seem to be enough to express what he felt inside.
    He slowed the pace, savoring the tightness of her channel, the slick heat surrounding him and the way she gave herself so completely to him. He tipped her backward until she was lying half across the bed and he was kneeling, hips surging, never wanting the moment to end. Her eyes were glazing over when he caught her hips and drove desperately into the very core of her again and again.
    His jaw ached as his teeth lengthened, his shaft was so hard he was afraid it would burst, but he couldn\'t stop.
    He was nearly at the point of no return. His teeth ached. His body ached. Every cell demanded he take her blood. He couldn\'t quiet the roar in his mind, or the thunder in his ears. He bent over her slowly, letting her Page 165

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    get used to being pinned down by his larger, heavier body. He couldn\'t stop the deep thrusting of his hips, savoring the milking of her tight muscles over his pulsing flesh.
    He looked into her eyes, let her see his intent. He kissed her breast, nuzzled her nipple and felt her body\'s instinctive rush of heat. His heartbeat was tuned to the rhythm of hers and he could feel her pulse beckoning-seducing beneath his tongue. He tasted her soft skin. Warm satin, the feel of her as addicting as her