Warriors of Poseidon 02 - Atlantis Awakening

once, and stared at her with a single-minded focus that reminded her again of a predator stalking its prey. "Now," he rasped out. "Now."
     
    Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed the top of her shirt in his hands and ripped it down the center. The sound of fabric tearing shocked her with its suddenness.
    His large hands were surprisingly nimble at unclasping the front of her bra, and he pushed it aside and stared down at her breasts with such fierce possession stamped into the lines of his face that she shuddered a little. No man had ever looked at her like that, like she was everything he wanted. Everything he needed. His desire became her aphrodisiac, swirling her further and deeper into mindless physical craving.
     
    He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her again. Hot, demanding kisses, almost bruising in their intensity, alternated with long, slow, kisses that drove every rational thought out of her mind and had her clutching at his shoulders to pull herself closer to his body.
     
    He stopped kissing her long enough to stand up and yank off his own clothes until he stood next to the bed, proudly nude, the erection jutting out in front of him as enormous as the rest of him. The craving grew fiercer and her body cooperated, heat licking through her and liquid need preparing her for his entrance. "Yes," she said. "Now.
    Please."
     
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    He pulled her underwear down her legs and tossed it over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her abdomen as he did so, his hot breath making her stomach muscles clench in reaction. His fierce look of triumph sent tingles of electricity through her as he caught her shoulders and effortlessly lifted her up into his arms and kissed her again, running his hands down her back, cupping her butt, squeezing and kneading her until she couldn't stand it anymore. She needed to feel him against her, and she leapt up, putting her legs around his waist.
     
    He shouted out a laugh, then said something to her, words spilling out of him, fierce words in a beautiful language she didn't know. He whirled around with her in his arms, then walked, holding her, to the nearest wall and pushed her up against it, so that she was sandwiched between the wall and six and a half feet of hard-muscled, naked Atlantean warrior. She rubbed her body against his, moaning, not caring that she was going for shameless on the wanton witch scale, only knowing that she wanted his hardness rubbing against her most sensitive places. The contact of her nipples against his chest as she moved drove her insane, and she moaned again, wild with need.
     
    "Ven, I need you. I know it's crazy, and I don't care, I don’t care, I just need you," she said, beyond embarrassment or pretense. "I need you inside me now."
     
    Ven heard the words and thought he must be dreaming some fantasy of the mountain of the gods. The most intriguing woman he'd ever known, the woman whose courage and beauty and magic had captured his soul, wanted him.
     
    Wanted him inside her.
     
    Wanted him now.
     
    Holy freaking balls of Poseidon.
     
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    He reached down between them to see if she was as ready for him as he was for her, and the feel of her wet heat against his fingers shot a bolt of hot lust through his body straight to his cock. He thrust two fingers inside her, as deep as they would go, and growled a warning when she squirmed against his hand. The beast inside him that was more animal than man, that had battled and fought and killed for centuries, warning her not to try to escape him. But she said, "Yes, more, yes," panting as she said it, reassuring him that she wasn't trying to get away, and the beast calmed, gave way to the man. Ven almost had time to wonder what the fuck was happening to him before another wave of lust rode him, hard, and he groaned as his body clenched, his hips bucking involuntarily.
     
    Praise Poseidon, she was riding his fingers and rubbing her breasts against him and he had to get inside her before he died. He bent his knees and lowered his head and caught a tight, perfect nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, fingers still moving inside her. He found her clit with his thumb, rubbing her in the same rhythm that his fingers were moving to, and she caught his hair in her hands and screamed out his name.
     
    When she exploded around his fingers, shuddering in his grasp, he shouted out