My mate!the beast in him roared.
My mate,the man agreed, only half-aware of the way he tore her blouse into ribbons.
The part of him that had been holding back the torrent of his instincts gave way with a great shudder. He was drowning in her, in the smell and taste and feel of her skin sliding against his, so warm and fragile. Flooded with endorphins and adrenaline, he couldn’t stop himself from stripping her with ruthless efficiency — first her blouse, then her pants, and finally her bra and sexy little thong.
Atria didn’t utter a word of protest. In fact, she only moaned, low and encouraging, when he unclasped the front of her bra and shoved the cups aside. She’d barely had time to begin unzipping his pants, so his cock was still trapped painfully against the denim, but he didn’t give a shit.
With Atria laid out before him like a feast, her panties hanging off one ankle, her blouse shredded around her arms, and her bra bunched beneath her heavy breasts, he didn’t care aboutanything.
He sat up as much as he could to kneel between her splayed thighs and breathed, “You’re so soft.”
When he placed his hands on her neat waist, his thumbs touched over her belly button. She was so small and lush — full-figured, with a softly curved belly and round hips he wanted to bite and bite and bite. On her, his hands looked monstrous. His scarred knuckles were almost obscene against the unblemished expanse of her warm bronze skin.
It should have made him worry about how he might damage her or how unsuited they were for this path the universe had set them on, but it didn’t. The stark difference between them only made him want her more.
Kaz wanted to treasure her softness even as he fucked her to the point of breaking.
Atria gazed up at him through her long lashes. One hand snaked down between her lush breasts, tipped with tightly budded nipples of deep brown, to slide over dark hair and between the folds of her cunt. “I’m softer here.”
Pressure mounted at the base of his spine, making his cock throb with a kind of desire he’d never endured before. He could feel the coarse material of his jeans biting into the tight skin. Pre-come dampened the material where it was stretched obscenely over the flared head.
He didn’t give a shit.
Kaz dragged his hands down her waist, over her plush thighs, and then hooked his thumbs under the delicate arches of her knees. After he spread her as wide as she could go, he palmed her inner thighs, briefly kneading them, before he reached out with his thumbs to spread the folds of her cunt.
Beautiful.He had to bite his lip to stop himself from licking up every glistening drop of her desire. His blood roared in his ears. Kaz wanted to lick her up, to suck and scrape his teeth and drive his tongue inside her until she screamed for him.
But that would have to happen later.
Once she was completely exposed to his hungry gaze, he demanded, “Make yourself come, princess. Warm yourself up for me.”
Kaz was an intensely visual lover and always had been. He suspected it sprang from that same place that was so very good at noticing details and gathering information. Whatever the case, he loved towatch.
When a woman sucked his cock, he liked to hold her hair so his view was unobstructed. When he went down on them, he liked to keep them somewhat upright, so he could watch their faces as he coaxed out one orgasm after another. When he played with pretty breasts, he got a deep satisfaction out of biting and pinching until a woman’s nipples were tight and flushed. And when he fucked, he loved to watch his cock disappear into the soft pink flesh of a hungry, dripping cunt again and again.
He’d been satisfied before, but nothing in his life compared to the shot of pure desire he felt when his mate looked up at him, her elegant fingers dancing over slick skin, andsmiled.
“I love the way your lust feels, Kaz. Like it’s boiling out of you, scalding you. Like it’sreachingfor me. And I love the way you watch me,” she murmured, fingers circling, making those beautiful, wet sounds he loved. “You always have this look like— like you’re deciding if you’re going to eat me or not.”
It was impossible to choose between watching her expression or her glistening fingers working her cunt, so Kaz settled for fifty-fifty. “I’m never trying to decide between yes or no, princess. It’s alwaysnoworlater.”
“The answer should always be now.”Atria’s hips rolled. Her skin began to shine with a thin layer of sweat in the dull light that filtered through the windows, making her look even more debauched. “Kaz,touch me.”
He was breathing so hard, it was difficult to get the words out. “Get yourself off first.”
“Why?” The single word came out as a whine, but Atria didn’t stop. Her fingers moved faster, pressed harder, as she frantically sought her orgasm.
Kaz ran his thumbs up and down the sides of her cunt, dragging the pads through the hot wetness that belonged on his tongue, his cock, his hands, hisface.The animal urge to imprint the scent in his skin was almost overwhelming.
“Because,” he growled, leaning over slightly to get a better view of her pinched expression, the way her pulse throbbed in the hollow of her collarbones. He held her gaze with a feverish, unblinking stare. “I want this moment seared in your memory. From now on, whenever you touch yourself, I want you to think of me watching you, loving every fucking second of the show. I want you to remember how I own every drop of your pleasure — even when I’m not the one giving it.”
Her back arched. Atria sucked in a breathy gasp, lips parted. When she began to stiffen, Kaz shifted his right hand to plunge two fingers into her rippling channel.
“Ride them,” he demanded, voice so guttural it barely sounded like English. “Use me, princess.”
Atria tossed her head back with a groan and rocked her hips in a frantic, uneven rhythm. Kaz held himself perfectly still. The muscles of his forearm and bicep were locked, allowing her to take her pleasure but not assisting in any way.
It was torture to finally feel the hot silk of her with his fingers, to experience the contraction and release of her orgasm, and yet keep himself apart from it.
