Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

then he was rising above her, his face a harsh mask of desire in stark contrast to the unashamed, fierce love in his eyes.
    She felt him press the broad head of his erection at her entrance, and time stopped. Sound stopped. There was only the sensation of his body demanding entrance to hers. There was white lightning flashing over her skin, through her body, streaking through her bloodstream as he began to invade, his thick shaft pushing through the tight folds of her body.
    Between her thighs, his shaft was like a hot brand, where he stretched her slowly on an exquisite rack of pleasure.
    His voice was harsh as he murmured to her in the ancient tongue, somewhere between swearing and praising, maybe both. Her blood, thundering in her ears, drowned out the actual words. He was trying to ease into her, to allow her body plenty of time to accommodate his length and girth, but she couldn’t stay still, not even when his hands pinned her hips and held her. The pleasure was too much. She thrust upward, using her heels for leverage, just as he eased forward again.
    A lash of pain accompanied the pleasure pouring over her as his body thrust deep into hers. His fingers tightened on her hips—dug in—forced her to be still.

    â€œStop, Ivory. Do not move.― His breathing was as harsh as his voice, ragged and uneven. “We’re both going to go up in flames. You are so tight.―
    She could see his white teeth snap together as her muscles gripped and squeezed. That smooth control had slipped. She loved that she’d managed to shake his calm. She could feel the pounding need in him, the dark hunger, see the lengthening of his teeth, just that hint of danger that made her heart jump and her body flood with more liquid cream. She dug her nails into him, her breasts heaving, desperate for more—desperate for him to move. “Please, Razvan.
    Please .―
    The urgency in her took him over the edge. He caught her hips and dragged her legs over his arms, levering himself to ride over her clit, and then he plunged deep, the friction nearly intolerable, the pleasure so intense she was afraid of losing herself completely in him. He reared back and began a harsh rhythm, deep and strong and fast, so deep he pierced her womb, the hot length of him filling her, binding them together.
    His mind moved in hers so that she felt the fire streaking through his body, the way her tight sheath dragged and milked at him, scorching hot, velvet soft, an exquisite pleasure-pain that shook him to his soul. The tension in her body built, coiling tighter and tighter, until she was frantically writhing beneath him, her breath coming in wild gasps, her head tossing back and forth, her nails raking at his back.
    â€œRazvan.― She sobbed his name. A plea. A demand. She needed... Needed!
    â€œI know, Ivory,― he bit out softly between his teeth.
    â€œGive yourself to me. All of you. Let go, fél ku kuuluaak sÃvam belsÅ‘ —beloved. I will catch you.―
    She felt consumed with fire. Terrified she might disappear in the flames. The tension wound her so tight, yet she couldn’t let go, couldn’t bring herself to take that last leap of faith.
    She sobbed again, clutching him tighter, not wanting this moment to end, but fearing if they didn’t stop, she would be lost.
    He pounded into her, his shaft a steel-edged sword, piercing her womb and her heart, taking a part of her into him, just as a part of him was deep within her.
    â€œIt is already too late,― he whispered, and his voice was that of a dark angel. A whisper of velvet, a lash of heat.
    It was too late to save herself; her body was already lost, would forever need his. He had driven her so high she had to fly. He dragged her closer and leaned over her, his body still surging into hers, over and over, a piston that never stopped, never slowed, until she thought she might scream again with the wonder of it. She felt her body tighten. And tighten. Gripping his. Squeezing. She could hear the sounds of their bodies coming together, the hard slap of flesh; felt the power of him moving within her. His body tilted one more time and he dragged the long length of his hard shaft over her sensitized clit.
    Her body went rigid. For a moment she couldn’t breathe.
    Couldn’t think. Her body tightened around his thick shaft, clamping down almost painfully as the rippling sensations began