Use your hands on my balls and my inner thighs.
Immediately she complied with her left hand, sliding it between his legs, massaging and kneading, but removing her right hand from the base of his cock was a little more difficult. That gave him the power. His hips stilled. His eyes went dark blue. Electric. She wanted to give him that. She did. Very slowly she pried each finger loose, one by one, forcing her hand to slide down to caress his very tight sac.
That's my girl. Beautiful, Cayenne. Feel what you're doing to me. Come into my mind. Feel this, how good it is.
His hips moved again, thrusting just a little deeper and then retreating before she could panic. Her lips stretched wide around him. She flattened her tongue to use it when she could and sucked hard when she was able. It was hot. Erotic. A little scary, but his gaze never wavered from hers and kept her from panicking.
She pushed further into his mind and instantly felt the heat rush through her body like a fireball. Her mouth massaged his cock, the roof, her tongue, and each time he pushed deeper toward her throat, she felt the almost convulsive ecstasy shooting through his body. That empowered her even more.
I love giving this to you, she admitted.
His cock swelled, stretching her mouth more, went deeper until she was nearly swallowing him. He felt so hard and hot. So erotic. She suckled and let him thrust, retreat, his hips still gentle, the movements controlled, but she could tell that control was slipping. She wanted that. She wanted to take him beyond his control.
You're done. My turn.
She wasn't done. She hadn't brought him to the point of no return. Her lips tightened around him, instinctively wanting to hold him to her. His hands went under her arms and he yanked her up and off of him, rolling to pin her body beneath his. The movement was so fast and so efficient, she had lost him before she knew what was happening.
She stared up at his face, the lines carved deep, his eyes nothing but blue flames. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she had driven him past that point of no return. His hands moved over her body possessively, and everywhere he touched, she felt he'd branded her. Deep. Through her skin straight to her bones.
His mouth took hers, hard and long and delicious, taking her mind, melting it until she was squirming under him. Turning her into pure need. His mouth left hers and traveled to her right breast. He was rougher than he'd ever been with her, using the edge of his teeth. Nipping, even biting, his tongue caressing and soothing. His fingers rolled and tugged hard, sending streaks of fire straight to her clit.
Her sheath spasmed. The tension built and built. The burn grew hotter until she was pleading with him to do something. He kept at her body, his hands so big that when he stroked his palm down from beneath her breasts to her mound, he took in nearly her entire front with each sweep. She felt him everywhere.
His mouth went under her breasts, suckling. She hadn't thought the underside of her breasts could be so erotic, but when he added his teeth, a spear of lightning slammed through her body straight between her legs. She cried out and held him to her, or tried to. His head was already moving lower. He shifted his body down the bed, to pull her thighs apart and push her legs over his shoulders, leaving her open and exposed to him.
The position felt vulnerable, especially when his hands cupped her bottom and he brought her up off the bed straight to his mouth. He had said he was ravenous for her, and he wasn't lying. He fed. There was no other word for it. His mouth took control of her, and with the first thrust of his tongue, she was lost, sent rocketing into another realm.
There was no getting away from his mouth and the erotic noises he made while feeding on her. He liked her taste. He craved it. He clearly believed she belonged to him and so did her creamy honey. He devoured her. One orgasm crashed into another. She tried to yank his head up using a fist in his hair. She couldn't catch her breath, her body nearly convulsing with pleasure. He used his mouth like a weapon, his tongue, his teeth, suckling and stabbing deep. And then he added a finger.
The rush was full body, overtaking her like a freight train, the strength of the wave enormous so that she couldn't catch her breath, and panic began to take hold. Nothing could feel this good. She couldn't take it. She couldn't stop him. Another orgasm crashed through her.
I can't take any more.
Yes, you can. You will. You need to be ready to take me.
He was relentless. She did the only thing she could think of in her panicked state. She tried to wrap him in silk. She'd trapped him the night before, and she was certain she could just pull him off her enough to give her breathing room. His tongue licked up her clit, stabbed inside. His finger followed and then a second one.
She spun silk around his wrist and tugged. To her shock, his arm went right through the woven strands.
Baby. Gruff amusement. I can go through walls. Do you think a little silk is going to stop me?
Her breath caught in her lungs. He could have gotten loose the night before when she'd tied him up. Any time he could have gotten loose, but he hadn't. He'd allowed her to explore and feel safe. He'd given her that gift. That was enormous, so enormous, she forced air through her body and deliberately tried to relax. Giving back. Letting him have her. Letting him lead her.
His fingers stretched her and it burned, but it was a good burn. Fierce and hot. His tongue stole the ache and pushed her higher. This time, when she wanted the wave to crash over her, it didn't come. His mouth was gone. His finger was gone. He slid his body up and over hers, one knee keeping her thighs apart.
I'm big, baby. Let me do the work. I don't want this to hurt you.
He rubbed his face along her belly, the shadow on his jaw scraping erotically before he knelt up on the bed between her thighs, forcing them apart with the wide column of his legs. Heart pounding, she looked up at his face. He was beautiful. Wholly masculine. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed for him. When he pressed the flared head of his cock into her entrance she had to fight to keep from trying to impale herself.
It was like a hot brand invading. He pushed in just a short inch, and she gasped as he stretched her. He withdrew, waited a heartbeat, his eyes on hers, and then he pushed forward again. Slowly. Gently.
Trap. She wailed his name. Pleading in her voice. She needed him inside her and he wasn't cooperating fast enough. She needed him, but no matter how she squirmed, she couldn't get what she wanted.
My cock is thick, baby, and it's going to stretch you. We're doing this slow.
There it was again, that absolute, implacable voice that sent more liquid heat bathing just the broad head of his cock as he once again pushed inside. An inch. A slow, burning, send-fire-streaking-through-her-body inch. She caught her breath as he added a second inch, using a little more force to take his cock just a bit deeper.
Her body resisted the invasion, fighting him, even as her head thrashed on the pillow and she tried to shove her hips down hard to take him inside. She needed. She was empty without him, and that tension inside had to be released or she might not survive.
Trap tried to keep breathing, but she was so fucking tight he wasn't actually certain he was going to get inside her. She was hot and slick and she wanted him--that was to his advantage, but she was so tight, squeezing him hard, clamping down, her sheath resistant, the inner muscles refusing to give way.
He rocked his hips back and forth, staying shallow before he retreated again. She cried out, a mewling, keening cry filled with pleas. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes had gone dazed and shocked. She was beautiful lying there, her fists clenched in the sheets, and her hair wild.
"Please, Trap. I can't take this. I need you inside me right now. Please."
"All right, baby," he said softly. "Breathe for me. Relax. Try to stay as relaxed as possible."
Little beads of sweat broke out on his body. He wasn't certain he was going to survive. She was so tight that pushing into her not only was difficult, it bordered on uncomfortable. Still, his cock was a relentless steel spike that wanted
only one thing. He surged deeper, driving through tight folds, stretching her sheath, forcing the invasion to gain a couple more inches.
Her breath hissed out. He clamped his hands tight on her bottom to prevent movement. It was like being inside a molten lava tunnel, his cock surrounded by magma. Her body gripped his hard.
Scorching hot, Cayenne. A fucking vise. You're so fucking tight.
Is that a good thing?
The best. I swear, no one sucks cock the way you do. No one kisses like you, and your body is fucking paradise, baby.
He rocked his hips, savoring the feel of her tight body surrounding his. He withdrew partially and before she could protest, he drove deeper, and this time, he felt the crown of his cock pushing against her thin barrier. He'd managed to get a little more than half his cock inside her.
He looked down to see himself, her body stretched tight around his. He'd thought seeing her mouth around him was erotic, but he fucking loved seeing his cock half swallowed by her. That beautiful red hourglass glistened with moisture.
You have to hurry, Trap, Cayenne whispered into his mind. I'm burning alive. I can't stand it. Just do it.
Tell me what you're feeling. He had to give her body time to adjust.
Stretched. Burning. Hurts, but feels so good at the same time. Please do something. I need you to move.
He moved one hand, sliding it up her body to her breast. His finger and thumb took possession of her nipple and he tugged hard, pinching so that the bite of pain flared in her eyes. At the same time he drove hard through the barrier and buried himself, those last few inches, to the hilt.
She screamed. Her legs slid around his hips, pulling him tighter, holding him to her. He stayed still waiting again for her eyes to clear. Waiting for her body to adjust to his size and girth.
That hurt.
I know. It won't anymore. Just relax and let your body adjust. Breathe for me.
Already he could feel her body melting around his. Scalding him. Gripping him with all that silk. He found he was the one who had to breathe to stay in control.
You ready for this, baby?
Her gaze locked with his. I've been ready.
He took her at her word, caught her hips in his hands and began to thrust hard. Deep. Powering through those tight folds. Letting the friction and fire take him. Each drive forward jolted her body, but he pinned her hips in place, so she had no choice but to take each stroke as he gave it to her.
Her breath hissed out of her lungs. Her mouth formed a shocked O. Her body flushed a beautiful rose. He increased the strength of his strokes, surging deep, letting himself lose a little more control. Giving himself up to the fire consuming him. He buried himself in her over and over. He'd been right all along. Her skin was silk, but deep inside, she was even silkier, as if that molten channel was alive and breathing around him, gripping him with silken strands, weaving tight until the friction was so abrasive the ecstasy bordered on pain. He fucking loved it and he never wanted to leave.
She was close. So close. He used his thumb on her clit to take her over the edge. She went over hard and fast, her sheath clamping down, convulsing around his cock, squeezing and massaging like a million fingers inside a tight silken fist. Mind-blowing. He kept moving right through her orgasm, rougher now, much rougher. Building her next one, pushing her up even higher.
Her gaze clung to his as the tension in her coiled tighter. As the need and hunger grew hotter and even wilder. She began to thrash again, fear creeping into her wide gaze. The green turned to brilliant vibrant facets like twin glittering emeralds.
It's too much.
It's not enough. Let yourself go.
I can't. I can't. Not again.
Yes, you can, baby. With me. Keep looking at me. I want to see it take you when I give it to you. So fucking beautiful, Cayenne. Nothing like this. Nothing like you.
He planted one hand on the mattress beside her head and the other framed her face, holding her head still so he could look into her wild, green eyes as he slammed home, over and over, each stroke harder than the last. Ecstasy. He could see it on her face. Knew it was carved into every line of his.
Her fingers went to his wrist. Fingernails bit deep. She lifted her hips to meet his. He could see the last vestiges of control slipping, and it was a beautiful sight. Her eyes went wide again. He felt the powerful quake rush over her, this time contracting every muscle in her belly and along her thighs as it hit like a tsunami. Her inner muscles clamped down like a vise, gripping him with all that scorching-hot silk. Milking.
Her eyes didn't leave his face, gaze clinging to his, her mouth forming his name even as her body tore his own orgasm from him. It started somewhere in his toes, or maybe it was the top of his head because that threatened to come off as well. As it went rocketing through him, he exploded. Jet after jet of hot seed poured into her. He felt that. The heat of it. The beauty of it. Her silky channel clamping down even harder. Shuddering. Rippling. Surrounding him with pure paradise.
He buried his face in her neck, collapsing over her. Unprotected. In his life, that had never happened. Not once. Until now, and he knew it was deliberate. That also branded him a bastard, but he didn't care. She was his. He was hers. This was their start, and he wanted a family. He wanted to tie her to him every way he could think to tie her. And he wanted her protected, more than anything else. A child would protect her.
She was writhing under him, her body still alive, the powerful waves ripping through her. She cried out again, her hands buried deep in his hair, turned her face toward him, and he felt the bite. A flash of pain that only added to the beauty of the sheer wild, almost primitive mating. And it was mating. He'd claimed her with every stroke, branded her his with his mouth and hands and body.
Beneath him she stiffened, her hands fisting in his hair, her breath coming in a gasping rush.
"Trap." She wailed his name. "I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. I have to get out from under you. I have to help you."
He didn't move, pinning her beneath him as she squirmed wildly. He managed to lift his head to look down at her. She looked terrified. Completely and utterly terrified. Distressed. Ashamed. For a moment it didn't compute. Her body was still rippling around his. Her feet went to the mattress and she tried to buck him off.
"Stop, baby," he whispered, staring into the green of her eyes. "You're all right. I'm all right. The world is the best it's ever been right now."
"I bit you. I didn't mean to, Trap. I swear it was an accident. When I get overwhelmed it's a compulsion . . ."
"Cayenne, calm down." He took her mouth because she looked close to tears, and he needed his mouth on hers.
He kissed her gently. Reverently. Tenderly. He kept kissing her until her body melted into his again and all that soft silk was under him, surrounding him with heat and fire and so much beauty he felt his heart convulse in his chest. She kissed him back. Giving him more in her kisses than she'd ever done before. Surrendering to him. He knew what she was doing, what she was telling him. What she was gifting him.
She'd bitten him. Injected venom. There were tears on her face, and he licked them away, following the tracks from her cheeks to the tips of her lush eyelashes. She hadn't meant to do it, and she expected the venom to paralyze him. He alternated kissing her with removing the tears from her face, all the while gliding gently in her, letting those aftershocks send more pleasure spilling through both of them.
It took her a few minutes before she realized he wasn't reacting to the venom. His body hadn't gone into a paralysis. He was still moving in her. Holding her. Kissing her. She pulled back into the mattress, her green eyes searching his face.
"Trap. I bit you. I injected venom. You could have a worse reaction. The venom is accumulative. I know because they tested it over and over on individuals, and if they were injected or bitten more than a couple of times they died. You could be in serious trouble." She studied his face. "Why aren't you in serious trouble?"
CHAPTER 14
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Trap rolled, taking Cayenne with him, keeping his body locked tightly with hers. Her smaller body sprawled over his, and he reached down and jerked up a sheet, covering her. His hips kept up the slow, sexy glide. He was sated, happy, but still semihard. He knew it wouldn't take much to get him fully hard again, and the tight channel with the ripples of silken fingers fisting and caressing was doing just that.
"You should be paralyzed," Cayenne reiterated, green eyes wide with shock. Her hands smoothed over his skin. Clearly she was agitated and still upset no matter that he clearly wasn't reacting to the venom.
"I'm not," he said, and wrapped his palm around the nape of her neck to bring her head down to his so he could take her mouth again. I love your mouth, Cayenne, he told her, even as he showed her. So fucking beautiful, you take my breath away, baby.
She kissed him back. Poured herself into him. Into the kiss. One turned into half a dozen. She lifted her head the inch or so his hand allowed, staring down at him in wonder. He liked that the back of her head fit nicely in his palm and her thick, wild mane of black hair tumbled around her face and body, pooling on his chest and the mattress under him. It was sexy. More than sexy. Every movement made him feel as if he was totally covered in silk.
"How, Trap? How come you aren't paralyzed?" She looked close to tears again. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop myself. It's a compulsion when I'm overwhelmed. I was so afraid it would happen. I tried to tell myself it wouldn't but . . ." She trailed off, looking more confused than ever.
"Baby. Really? Did you think a man like me wouldn't figure out how to be immune to bites? Your bite? I knew I was taking you to bed. I plan on getting you very excited in a lot of different ways. Self-preservation alone told me I'd better figure out how to cope with your bites."
Her wide-eyed shock slowly turned to comprehension and then she narrowed her eyes. "That's what made you late moving here, wasn't it? Instead of working in your own lab here, you worked it out in Wyatt's lab so I wouldn't catch on to what you were doing."
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