they were alone,
Brick finally focused his attention on his new mate. Panicking, he hoped to God
it wasn’t too late. Then he set about trying to save her life.
Chapter Four
Rhea had always best loved
those fairytales where the handsome prince swooped in to the prone princess and
gave her soft, delicate kiss on the lips to bring her back to life. The force
of that kind of love—that a simple kiss could have so much power—was probably
one of the reasons she’d never settled down with anyone. Because she expected a
fairytale come true.
As a pair of lips on hers
drew her from the depths and she drifted toward it—toward him —she
wondered if maybe her fairytale could come true after all.
Except this was no soft,
delicate closed-mouthed kiss. A tongued spiked between her lips and glided
against hers, making her back arch and her legs spread, desperate for more. Her
core tightened, needing attention.
“That’s it, baby,” A deep
baritone coaxed, sucking her closer to consciousness. “Come back to me now. Or
you know...just come , nice and hard.”
A thick finger entered her,
pressing deep. She moaned and bit her lip, surging her hips forward to meet
each plunge.
“Jesus Christ. Yes. Take it.
Take my finger. You want me there, don’t you? You want my dick so deep inside
you.”
“Please,” she tried to beg.
“Please...fuck me.” But it only sounded like garbled mush to her ears.
“Rhea.” His voice was
familiar. It soothed her. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Her lashes felt heavy, but
ignoring his demand didn’t seem possible. She tried twice before managing to
open up and look into a pair of brown eyes that gazed at her with love and
warmth.
“Brick,” she slurred, lifting
a limp hand to cup his cheek. “I’m so...” Tired, weak, turned on. “I need...”
His fingers slipped out of
her. “No,” she pleaded. That’s exactly what she didn’t need. She needed him
there most of all. More. Deeper. Faster.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’m
just going to take these chains off your wrists, kitten. I don’t want you tied
down...not for our first time, anyway.”
She nodded sloppily. No, she
didn’t want to be tied down either. She wanted to be able to touch him, stroke
him, and dig her fingers into his ass as pumped into her.
Her wrists popped free and
she attacked, suddenly alive and raring to go. Tackling him onto his back, she
crawled over him and grabbed his dick hard as she straddled herself over his
lap.
“Christ, Rhea. Wait.” He
grasped her hip. But there was no waiting. She needed this.
Now.
She sank down on him hard, craving
that first thrust to be everything and so much more. And it was. Oh, God. He
spiked up into her, big and long, filling her channel all the way up to her
core. Hot and so fucking hard, he speared her pussy, stretching her until she
almost hurt because it felt so good.
She screamed out her pleasure
and her muscles contracted as she came in one long agonizingly amazing wave
after another.
Under her, Brick shouted out
his surprise. He arched up his hips, spiking deeper as his hot seed jetted into
her womb. Rhea sank her fingers into his hairy chest and rode the orgasm until
it settled. Then she collapsed on top of him, so satiated, she started to purr.
Literally, her jaguar began to purr.
“Holy fuck.” Brick sounded
utterly stunned as he began to laugh, the sound rippling through his chest and
vibrating through her ear. “That was...that was...”
“Unreal,” Rhea answered with
a hum of pleasure. Then she sat up so she could kiss him. “You are...amazing.”
He slid his fingers into her
hair and cupped her face as her mouth met his. His lips were soft, and she
swore he must’ve been made for her because they molded together as if this was
how they were always meant to be.
Their tongues fucked, sliding
deeper and rubbing against each other until his dick grew hard inside her.
Moaning in ecstasy, she began to move on him,
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