Sweeter Than Honey: (Scifi Shapeshifter Erotica) (The Revenant Chronicles Book 1) (3 page)

Her breath caught in her throat as the thick throbbing tip pushed inside, the walls of her sheath stretching around him as he sank slowly within. No words were said between them through all this; all their thoughts and sentiments flowed between their gazes as his tri-colored eyes held hers captive. It was as if he held her very soul, forcing her whole being to stay still and experience his possession.

Deeper and deeper. He didn’t rush, despite the feeling of so much power underneath his skin as she held on to him. He stayed in control and practically made her submit. And she did. When he was finally buried to the hilt, filling her more completely than ever before, all she could think of was pleading with him to give her pleasure and having him draw pleasure from her body in turn.

“Please…” she whispered shakily.

“Shhh, I got you.” His hand supported the small of her back, and the other held onto the racking to support them both as he started to move. Pulling out almost all the way, he surged back into her. He repeated the motion, gathering speed and power even as he cradled her carefully in his embrace.

As the heat mounted with his every thrust, Tessa couldn’t keep his gaze. She leaned forward into his body and held on for dear life as every plunge of his cock into her slowly grew in intensity. “Oh gods… so good...” she cooed into his ear as she rocked against him in answering movements, their bodies falling into a rhythm. “Harder,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Please, I want… all of you…”

His answer was to redouble his efforts, arms corded with tensed muscle as he held them up, holding her mostly off the corroded rack, and still powered within her. She didn’t know how he managed it, and didn’t care. All she cared about was that he carried on what he was doing. The racking groaned in distress everytime he surged forward, a rhythmic cadence that matched their gasps and moans, and punctuating the sound of skin against skin.

“Can’t hold out much longer...too much.” He dropped his head, burying his lips against her neck as his thrusts got harder and heavier. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel it.”

She was right at the brink, but his command, disguised as a softly worded plea, was enough to throw her over the edge. A few more hard thrusts and she shattered in a loud cry that came from deep within, right where all the pleasure that built up from their frenzied coupling was centered, and exploded. Her whole body seized as the bliss consumed her and refused to let go.

He didn’t stop. His body locked into a frantic pace that held him prisoner and in turn kept her captive in ecstasy as his every plunge sent wave after wave of pleasure slamming into her. She was already breathless, gasping soundlessly as he finally cried out his fulfillment in a feral howl, driving his cock deep inside her one last time as he filled her with his seed.

Hot, dusty and sweaty, Tessa finally collapsed upon him. Soft whimpers escaped her lips, marking the tiny surges of aftershocks as pleasure and their heated union reduced her body to a mass of boneless, quivering flesh. There was no way she could move, even if she wanted to.

Delighted with the feel of him still nestled within her, she draped herself against him, closing her eyes as she tried to recover. Her shuddering breaths flirted with his ear as she rested her head against his shoulder.

A shudder rolled through him, one of pleasure, if the groan from the center of his chest was any indication. Letting go of the racking, he turned them, leaning back so that she rested more comfortably against him. Secure. Safe. Protected.

“That was…” He broke off, tilting his head back. She couldn’t help pressing a soft kiss against the side of his throat. “That was amazing.”

She tried not to grin, an act made harder for the fact that she wholeheartedly agreed with his sentiment. She couldn’t help it though and the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile just wide enough to express a fraction of what she really felt.

“It was,” she murmured, sighing as she forced herself not to analyze what had just happened between them. “It really was.”

He stroked a hand up her back to massage the nape of her neck. “I’m free for the rest of the afternoon. You?”

She smiled, and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I can be…”

Her plans for the day were really looking up.

The End

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