Page 42 of Bad Blood Panther

She felt Xander smile. “Good kitty,” he murmured. “Sexy kitty.” He rubbed more oil into her tailbone, then slid his oil-slick hand between her butt cheeks and down to her molten-hot core.

She parted her thighs for him, and then she heard the buzz of the vibrator. He circled her tailbone, making her cry out with the sensation, and then followed the path of his hand and slid it slowly up the length of her cleft to her clit.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. He stroked her, still with exquisite slowness, until she was ready to beg for more. She arched her back and pushed up on her hands and knees. “Xander, please. I want you in me.”

He turned her around so she straddled him, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. “Is this what you want?”

She ran her fingers through his hair, scraped her nails over his muscular shoulders. “Yes.”

He plunged into her, hot and hard, filling her so completely she thought she’d never want anything else. “This. Just this.”

She pushed against him with each thrust, wanting him all the way inside her, filling her, giving her that sense of completeness she’d never had with anyone else. Her chest started burning, and she gasped, desperate for more. She didn’t know what, but she needed more, all of him, something to make that burning stop…

He was plunging deeply into her now, panting, and she was frantic for him. He flicked on the vibrator once more, and slipped it between them. The rush of sensation was so exquisite that she cried out from the intensity of it. He leaned her back, supporting her, moving his hips in small circles while he teased her clit with the vibrator, bringing her to heights of pleasure she’d never reached before.

She gave a feral yowl, and the burning place in her chest felt like it ripped open. White heat burst through her, and she shattered around him.

Xander laid her back carefully on the lounger, covering her face and chest with kisses. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. No. I want—”

“This?” Still hard, he slid inside her once more. Body to body, skin to skin, heart to heart. She could feel his beating as fast as hers, but his movements were slow and gentle. He stroked her hair back from her face, then tangled his fingers with hers, laying her forearms back on either side of her face.

Lips touched in slow kisses; tongues tangled together. He moved slowly, deeply into her, bringing her to one more crashing climax he matched with his own.