Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge

remember feeling. His big body was so incredibly strong, and yet she was in control of it now, was about to take pleasure from it.
    She relished the power, moaning as she settled farther along his length.
    Chin to his chest, he shuddered. “Hot,” he grunted. “Tight.” She knew he was beginning to lose control, his hands quaking on her hips. His muscles were already straining, from his corded neck all the way to the sharp indentations leading from his waist to his groin.
    “Take it deeper, Néomi.” His accent was so thick.
    Biting her bottom lip, she rose up and eased down farther. She was aching for more, too, but his size was challenging.
    “Need more,” he growled low in his throat, his knees falling open. “More.”
    She rocked forward, then sank back harder, but his hips surged up at the same time—his shaft plunged deep in a searing thrust.
    “Ah, God, Néomi!”
    She winced, unable to bite back a cry.
    “Your eyes are watering. You told me you wouldn’t hurt! But I’ve hurt you.”
    “Just give me a second, Conrad,” she whispered. The fit was so tight that she could perceive him throbbing inside her. “Can you do that?”
    He grated out the word, “Somehow.”
    After long moments, she tentatively rocked up and back, then again. Each time she could take his length more readily, her body accommodating his.
    Soon pleasure subdued the pain, and his heated reactions fueled her own arousal. When she began to ride him in long, steady strokes, he yelled out her name. Once she pried free his death grip from her hips and placed his palms over her breasts, he gave a desperate groan as he squeezed them. Dragging her nails up his inner thighs had him shuddering, drawing his knees up for more.
    By the time he was on the brink, she wasn’t far behind.
    Néomi let herself go completely... .

    This was what he’d missed out on. This was what he’d ached for.
    Inside his woman, he’d never known greater pleasure. He’d been waiting his entire life for this... .
    She threw her head back, arching. Her long hair swept over his thighs. Clutching his legs behind her, she rode him faster. Her breasts quivered as his cock disappeared inside her again and again.
    Seeming lost in her own pleasure, she writhed on him, raising her slim arms, stretching and twining her hands over her head. She held her elbows as she whipped her hips.
    When she twisted her body at the end of the motion, he rasped, “My God, how you move.”
    With each snap of her hips, the pressure to come built within him, but he vowed she would first. “Want you to—” His words died in his throat when she lowered both of her hands, letting them graze down her body to her sex. He shuddered out a breath as she began masturbating atop him.
    “Néomi!” His control slipping, he drove up between her thighs hard, bouncing her on his shaft.
    But she gasped in delight. “Do that again... .”
    He released her breasts to cup her plump ass, working her up and down his length as he thrust at the same time. “You like that?”
    “Yes!” she cried, rubbing her clitoris faster.
    “Come on me, Bride.”
    “Oh, yes!” Her eyelids fluttered, she licked her lips, then she moaned loudly.
    In total abandon, she climaxed.
    All around his cock, he felt the tugging clench of her sex. Control slipping. Her sheath seemed greedy for his seed. He could barely resist the demand.
    Instinctive drives overwhelmed him. He wanted to obey them. Mark her, claim her, bite her. He needed his scent all over her, in her. He needed her blood on his tongue.
    Before he could stop himself, he turned her to her back, shoving her legs wide.
    Pinning her hands over her head, he began pumping his hips between her thighs. “I’m losing... control. Néomi!”

    His eyes were wild. His massive body loomed over her, his muscles rippling with strain. He could do anything he wanted to.
    Néomi had feared she would never experience Conrad like this—her powerful warrior, captive to his own fierce need. Now she could, if she believed in him, if she trusted him not to hurt her.
    She surrendered herself...
    As if he sensed her yielding to him, he rose to his knees to take her with more force. Gripping her shoulders to hold her in place, he plunged his shaft into her again and again. She’d never known anything like this—being taken without mercy, helpless to do anything more than accept the pleasure.
    With each buck of his hips, he gave a short, rough groan, each growing louder