He hit the back of her throat in rhythm, over and over again. It tickled her reflex to push him out, to be free of him, but she forced oxygen through her nose. Saliva pooled in her mouth and she tried her best to keep it from spilling from her lips.
“Don’t fight it. Your body is doing exactly what it should.”
It was his only warning before he slammed her head down and thrusted harder. The twin motions pushed her farther down his length, leaving her completely unable to stop the spit from dribbling over him.
“Mierda,” he groaned. “Just like that.”
Bolstered by his praise, Fabiana dug her nails into his thighs and let go. She didn’t try to keep her neck straight or learn his motions. She let him do what he wanted. His girth stretched her mouth, squeezing into the tightness at the back of her throat. She took a breath every few out-strokes to keep herself stable.
“Fuck, you are beautiful. Do you know what you look like right now, face flush, your lips wrapped around me, my cock shiny from your throat? Take more, baby. Show me you can.”
He stood and bent over the table, never breaking eye contact. One hand rested on the surface while the other clenched her hair. From this angle, he had the power of his hips to help him move and keep her in place at the same time.
Only his hand at the back of her head kept her from hitting the table.
He moved faster, forcing his cock into her mouth with each glide, growling and groaning his pleasure with every thrust. Watching him—the tightness of his jaw, his canines visible as he clenched his teeth—was like nothing she’d ever experienced.
I did this to him.
I brought him close to losing all control.
In that moment, Fabiana was certain no other woman could ever do that for him again.
She sucked harder, working her mouth around his flesh as best she could. She wanted to drive him higher, to force him to break around her as he’d done to her so many times during their lovemaking. She rolled her tongue under the base of his cock, careful not to get caught behind his thrusts.
“Mmmm,” she moaned around his length.
Adonis snarled at her, so she did it again. He snapped his teeth in the air, nearly coming apart.
“Mine,” she added in his head.
He yanked away from her, and she coughed with her sudden freedom and then smiled tauntingly at her mate.
Dangerous.
Stupid.
Fucking undeniably needed.
Adonis was on her in a flash, lifting her to her feet before turning her and roughly pressing her down on the table. He kicked her legs apart, and liquid desire slipped from her core and traced a path down her leg.
This man undid her.
He broke apart every misconception she had of herself, tore at the walls she tried to erect, and forced himself into her private safe space. She couldn’t deny him anything. When the hot head of his cock kissed her entrance, she arched her back and moaned.
Fabiana wanted him, wild and free. She wanted to prove she could take him, that she could stand beside him and give as good as she got.
She wasn’t weak or broken.
She was a battle-scarred warrior who’d weathered the storms.
He drove into her in one stroke to the hilt. She screamed, planting her hands on the table on either side of her to keep steady. He had her on her tiptoes with each thrust and she couldn’t find purchase.
“Adonis, help … me.”
“Demand your pleasure. Claim it,pequeña.”
“Fuck me!”
