"Illam, it's getting cold,” she managed to gasp out as another icy drop hit her thigh.
"Not for long, makit.” The words were growled out deeply.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and the wind picked up. Then Illam stepped up onto the verandah, the door swung open under his hand, and he strode into the warmth of his living area.
The warmth was welcome, and somehow the music still throbbed faintly in the background but she didn't have much time to fully appreciate it before he bent and set her on her feet. Straightening up, he didn't give her time to regain her balance, but simply cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard. Rapaciously. He plundered the depths of her mouth, licking and sucking, molding his lips to hers.
And the whole time he used his body to push her out of the living area and towards his bedroom.
Tera could do nothing else but move backwards. With his hot lips devouring her, and the heat of his leanly-muscled body bent over her, his every step forcing her backward, it was all she could do to keep from falling in a quivering heap. Locking her hands around his wrists to keep her balance, she could only do as he silently ordered.
She moved back into his bedroom, and again the music continued to beat.
Once her feet sank into the soft carpet, she thought he'd let her up for air. She was wrong. Still crowding her backwards with his body he continued to ravage her mouth. But his hands were busy, too. The ribbon holding her blouse partially closed was snapped, and his hand unerringly went to her breast.
Cupping it in one hard palm, he squeezed gently, and heat shot to her loins. She made a small sound of passion, and his kiss turned from hunger to forcefulness.
His palm massaged her breast, the tight bud of her nipple hard against the calloused skin. His breathing was harsh, and his eyes, when he finally released her lips, smoldered hedonistically.
When she reached for him, his pupils slitted and he growled in warning.
Instinctively she stilled, unsure what he wanted. He soon showed her. Her heart skipped a beat when he reached around behind her and, grabbing the back of her blouse, he jerked it back off her shoulders and down her arms. Even as he tossed it aside, his eyes were lowering to study her breasts with hot intensity.
Dropping lithely to his knees before her, he simply took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, the sensation an erotic pull that she felt right down to her womanhood. Gasping, she braced her hands on his shoulders and tipped her head back in concupiscence.
His other hand snaked under her skirt, his fingertips trailing over the lace that covered her mound. He tested it, slipping one fingertip beneath the elastic and pulling slightly.
In one movement, Illam, withdrew his mouth from her breast and drew her skirt up to her waist at the same time. Lowering his head, he gripped the top of her panties between his teeth, and glanced up at her.
Almost breathless, feeling the fire licking under her skin, Tera gazed down at him. She licked her lips at the sight of him, his sharp teeth so near her vulnerable womanhood.
Nostrils flaring, he inhaled deeply, and then with a sudden, savage twist of his head, he ripped the lace clean down the front, his fingers snapping the elastic easily so that he was able to simply strip the panties from her with a jerk of his head. He spat them out to the side and looked up at her, his eyes so carnally hot that she could swear she felt the voracious lick of them across her skin. Closing his eyes, he inhaled again, and his hands spanned the sides of her waist, his thumbs caressing her through the material of her skirt.
"Illam,” she whispered. “Please..."
As though her words had broken through an intensely pleasurable moment, his glowing golden eyes snapped open and he growled low in his throat. His teeth were a white flash against his tanned skin. His expression turned from slight annoyance to lasciviousness as he looked up at her, his gaze moving up and over her breasts to her lips, and finally to her eyes.
Reaching up, he tangled his fingers in the heavy hair that fell over her shoulders, and he used the hold to pull her down towards him. When she made a move to come down before him, he splayed his palm on her stomach, holding her back against the wall.
Knowing what he wanted now, she bent from the waist until her lips met his. For a second their lips touched gently. Their breaths mingled, and then she touched the tip of her tongue to his lips.
He exploded into action. With a growl that roared up from his chest, he pushed to his feet, grabbed her shoulders and spun her around toward the wall. Illam moved so fast that she was up on the step before she knew what was happening, and he'd grabbed her hands, lifted her arms up and hooked her fingers over the rail in the wall just above her.
Tera was stretched out vulnerably. Her feet were flat on the step, her arms stretched up for her hands to grasp the rail. Biting her lip, unsure whether she should say something, or move, or simply stay still, she opted for the latter.
Her nerves screamed out in delicious trepidation when she felt his hot breath on the back of one thigh, and the skimming of his calloused palms across her smooth flesh. His head must have brushed against the material of her skirt, for it whispered across her bottom.
His fingers plucked at the delicate ties fastening her sandals. One at a time, he placed his hands behind her knees, bending them enough to slip the sandals off and discard them. His movements were fast, almost impatient, yet his touch never got harsh.
Then suddenly he was there, his chest pressed to her back, his arms coming over each shoulder for his palms to thud against the wall in front of her. Bracing himself on his hands, he leaned into her.
She arched her head back, half afraid it would invoke his displeasure, but unable to help herself.
A low purr rumbled against her back. He liked it. Leaning over her shoulder, he rubbed the corner of his mouth in a long, slow arc across her cheek.
Wanting another taste of his lips, she turned her face towards him, and he rubbed the corner of his mouth against the corner of hers, and the purr deepened. Dropping his face into the curve where her shoulder met her neck, he nipped the tender skin and nuzzled.
A moan slipped past her lips, and unconsciously she pushed her hips back against him. His erection was hard against her buttocks, nestling easily against the cleft.
Her movement made Illam snarl against her throat, and he lifted his lips to snarl another warning into her ear. Belatedly she realized that it must have seemed as though she was trying to take control and she froze in alarm.
The only sound in the room was the dim beat of the music, the patter of rain on the roof and their combined breathing. Hers rapid and shallow, his deep and harsh.
The muscles in his arms on either side of her flexed and she swallowed as his fingers curled, the nails scraping against the dark wood paneling.
Lightning flashed, lighting the softly lit room with a harsh flare of silver light. Thunder boomed, and the rain started to come down harder. The weather was growing wilder outside, and the carnal tension in the room was growing almost ... darker.
Her nerves were strung tight as she felt Illam move back from her, and she moistened her dry lips as his hands left the wall to grasp her wrists, before running down her arms in a lightly nail-raking motion. When he reached her shoulders, he suddenly encircled his arms around her waist and jerked her back against him, his teeth sinking into her shoulder but not enough to break the skin. Enough for her to feel the threat, though. The dominance as he leaned over her.
When her hands started to slip off the rail as another moan slipped from her, his hands roughly caught hers and wrapped her fingers firmly around the rail again.
Now his motions were fast, his breathing ragged, and she could almost taste the sexual peak cresting in him. The building of it was almost tangible in the air, and it was as though the wild atmosphere outside was heightening his own needs.
His hands were rougher, jerking her skirt up around her waist to bare her flesh to him. One knee slid between hers to nudge her legs apart almost ruthlessl
y. Dropping to his knees behind her, she felt his breath hot and moist on her buttocks, and then his tongue lashed across one smooth globe, sending shards of desire splintering through her, for as he licked, he slid one finger down the cleft of her buttocks and further down and under until he was pressed firmly against the seam of her body.
The tip of his finger nudged the clitoris sheltering in the tender folds of her labia, and she knew he'd feel the moisture from her vaginal opening against his finger. Her hands gripped the rail, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she fought not to plead with him, not to beg.
But every nerve inside her was screaming, and she felt pulled so taut it was a wonder she didn't snap. Sparks of heat danced beneath her skin, and every rasp of his tongue across her buttocks only seemed to heap more fuel on the fire of desire.
The rasp of his tongue was now against the back of her thigh, licking a fiery path to her knee, across to the back of her other knee and up again. When he reached her other buttock, he nipped, and she jerked, unable to stop herself at the sudden sting.
His laughter was unexpected, but the dark sensuality of it was like a match to inflammable kindling.
"Damn it, Illam!” she choked out, forgetting for an instant to be submissive.
His reprimand came in the response of a snarl, and her eyes snapped open as she felt the sting of his palm coming to rest against her bottom. Before she could even contemplate that he'd actually whacked her lightly with the motion of his hand placement, she felt the brush of his hair against her inner thighs. His thumbs spread her labia from behind, and then she felt the push of his head ... and the rough rasp of his tongue across her tender flesh.
Her scream of blind passion was lost in the crash of thunder. He continued to lick firmly with long strokes of his tongue and she writhed, barely able to keep her grip on the rail. Her panting was muffled by the rain, but when the tip played around the opening of her vagina, she actually cursed out loud.
Straining away from him, she came up on tiptoe, trying to seek relief from the relentless strokes of his tongue.
Catching her hips with his hands, Illam growled his displeasure, but she didn't care. He was driving her crazy! Her nipples were pebbled into hard buds, and her womanhood was clenching internally in the throes of prurience.
She heard him push up to his feet. Rashly, she glanced over her shoulder, almost daring him, but her words died before she could even speak them.
His eyes glowed hotly, and his sensuous lips were lifted in a snarl. Her moisture glistened on his lips, and he licked it away with a carnal swipe of his tongue.
A long, chocolate lock of hair hung over his shoulder and disappeared from view down to his waist. Blatant sexual hunger burned in his eyes, and he loomed over her, the dominance of a feral male seeming to seep from his very pores.
Like a predator, he pounced on her. His arms reached up, hands curling over her smaller ones, holding her prisoner to the railing. His chest pressed against her back, one hard thigh thrusting between her own as he snarled in her ear.
"Do you deny me?” His words were a guttural growl.
"No!” God, no!
"Then submit,” he snarled.
"If you don't take me, by God, Illam, I swear I'll go up in flames!"
"You presume to order me, female?” His lips were against her ear, his sharp teeth grazing the sensitive whorls of flesh. “Do you dare?"
"No,” she whispered, closing her eyes and biting her lip against the waves of passion that were washing through her.
Who would ever have thought that such total male dominance could be so libidos?
"You play dangerously.” One hand was suddenly entangling in her hair, arching her neck back so that he could glare down into her face. “Dangeroussssssly.” The word was hissed out.
"If you don't want to be hurt, you'll submit. He's the dominant one at this time, and any Felys female knows to submit."
Denyon's words came back to her with a clarity that made her suck in a steadying breath and try to gather her scattered emotions together.
Instinctively she rubbed her cheek against the hand fisted in her hair, and she caught the flash of tenderness that briefly showed in Illam's eyes. Briefly, because the sexual peak flared hotter than ever, and he crushed his mouth over hers, filling her with his flavor, drowning her almost in his clean, male, wild scent, his wild honey flavor, and his complete maleness.
His hands released hers, his thigh sliding out from between hers, and he pressed her forward again. He moved back slightly, there was the hiss of material slithering, the thud of boots, and then he was there, his hard staff pressed against the valley of her naked buttocks.
He felt huge, hard, long.
Tera's blood sizzled through her veins at the hard velvet heat of him against her, and she bit her lip against the moans that threatened to slip free. Gripping the rail until her knuckles whitened, she rested her forehead against the wood panel and tried to steady her jittery nerves, tried to quiet her pounding heart.
Grabbing her hips in a firm hold, he shifted behind her. Dragging his staff down the valley of her buttocks, he continued down until he slipped between her thighs. The prod of the blunt, swollen head against her highly-sensitized labia made her shiver, and when that broad head slid between the labia to come to a halt against the seam of her body, she couldn't stop the moan from slipping out. His growl this time was one of approval. Dark, sensuous, his growls filled the air as he rubbed the swollen head against her, seeking and finding the opening to her body. And then with a snarl of triumph, he thrust into her, pushing into her and stretching her channel, making her take the complete length and width of him until she was so full, she was actually mewling in an almost agonized frenzy of erotic pleasure.
With a shock, Tera felt the little nodule dragging through her channel, and disbelievingly she knew it had to be on the end of his penis. The nodule seemed to hit every erogenous zone she had, raking over the pleasure points in her vagina, driving her in a blinding, hedonistic rush to a climax.
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He gave her no time to adjust to his size, for the blind sexual peak overtook him fully. Catching the nape of her neck between his teeth, he pressed one hand to her lower belly to hold her flush against him, while the other he braced on the wall over her shoulder. He held her prisoner for his thrusts as he pumped and pumped, his knees bending and straightening as he filled her, drawing out to leave her gasping and pushing in hard to make her moan.
Her cries were swallowed by the rain now pelting down outside. Her head was thrown back, her teeth clenched and eyes shut as she rode the crest of an orgasm.
Illam rode her into the orgasm, feeling the ripples in her channel, and her already tight sheath clenched around him like a slick, gripping glove.
Fire burned through him, and he raised his head and snarled his dominance as he continued to pump into her, forcing her to crash through one orgasm and straight into another.
Now he didn't bend his knees, keeping himself fully in her instead, forcing her up onto tiptoes as he relentlessly pounded into her body.
His nails raked across her abdomen, then dipped downward, and he found her clitoris. Driving through the protective curls to the little sheltered nub, he pressed and rubbed it, a firm pressure that made him snarl in satisfaction at the scream that burst from Tera.
The female was his. His makit would carry his scent now, and all who met her would know that she belonged to him. And she will never forget, either. After tonight, she will know I am her mate.
Feeling her press her hips back at him, he took his hand from her stomach and entangled it in her hair instead, pulling her head back onto his shoulder so that he could bend and capture her mouth in a kiss so carnal, he felt as though he could swallow everything that could possibly be her essence.
He sucked her mouth dry.
When he lifted his head, he saw the feverish heat in her eyes, the pale crystal blue color so startling in the paleness of her face, and against the midnig
ht black of her hair.
He rasped his tongue across her lips before plundering the depths once more. Even as he kissed her, he felt the ripples going through her sheath yet again, and he swallowed her scream as she climaxed once more.
He felt the energy gathering within him, his scrotum pulling tight, pulling up hard. His staff was engorged, and he really had to work it inside her now as he swelled even more. He felt the nodule that had come out of its hidden sheath at the tip of his penis, felt it glide over the erogenous zones of her channel as though he was touching it with his finger. The nodule was alive with nerve endings, and its sole purpose was to give the female pleasure by instinctively finding the spots that would make her come with screaming surety.
It was a male's internal weapon of pleasure.
This time when Tera came, he felt his own seed erupt, and he pressed her forward against the wall, bending his bracing arm so that she was held immobile between his own body and the wall. Held immobile and helpless to do all but except the seed which he filled her with.
His hips jerked, and he pumped vigorously, feeling the sperm shooting out in hot rivulets, knowing it coated the walls of her vagina and traveled deep.
Tera cried her release, and he leaned forward and licked the tears from her cheeks, loving the salty taste.
But he wasn't finished. Even as the last seed shot from his loins, he withdrew from her, holding her back against him with his arms around her waist and shoulders. Turning, he propelled her across the room, wanting more control, more submission. He caught her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting deep inside, plundering the honeyed depths again, and he felt the pleasure shudder through her, as blindly she followed the orders of his body as he steered her over to the low-backed armchair.
Without a word, he bent her over the back of the armchair, her hips resting against the back rest. He positioned her swiftly to his satisfaction, the primal feral side of him making him yowl into the thunder at the submissive position. The helplessness of a female bent over for a male's pleasure.
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