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But he’d not come. Shoved deep in her pussy, feeling her orgasm milk him when he exploded was where he wanted to lay. Bending down, he kissed her—long, endearing, desperate kisses he’d craved to do for so long—powerful kisses to lead to him being deep in her wet warmth.
Kiara whimpered, desirable sounds that hardened Cruz’s groin even more so. He stepped out of his pants, not only to rid himself from his clothes, but to ease the hardness of his groin making him uncomfortable. Her little hand kept stroking, teasing the tip with hard pressure.
Cruz needed her now. He pulled on her face, inviting her to stand. Once she did, he wrapped his arms around her and she drew her legs up around his waist. His mouth came back to hers. Harsh breaths poured out from her lungs, and if he needed to breathe, he would have joined her. Her tongue moved as it had on his shaft, and Cruz growled, tasting her, teased by her. His cock was tormented with the want to be deep inside of her.
Rushing down the hall, he hurried into the bedroom. At the bed, Cruz lowered her down. She stared back at him with heated eyes. The control he’d held over himself these past months fled him. “I want you to know I don’t want to hurt you, but the pain you will endure will mean you belong to me, and I intend to make your pleasure far exceed the ache you may feel.” Reaching out, he cupped her warmth. “Here.”
“Take me, Cruz. Make me worthless to Milo.”
He didn’t need to be asked again. He rid himself of his shirt, watching as the luscious body of a splendid woman lay before him, curves in all the right places, perky breasts with dark, taut nipples awaiting his mouth. As his gaze traveled lower, dark, trimmed curls gave sight of a perfect pussy he intended to break in and call his own. “I wish I had hours to prepare you, make you writhe in need for me, but I’m afraid your father will come looking for you soon and you’ll have to go.”
“I know.” Sadness filled her eyes. Cruz attempted to ignore the tinge of pain he felt at seeing it. Now wasn’t the time to mourn anything. He’d not waste the enjoyment of her giving herself to him, the only time he had left with her wishing for impossible things. The world carved their fate—the unforgiving battle between the species made their love impossible. For now, he had her, had tonight, and he’d not worry about things he couldn’t change.
Climbing onto the bed, he crawled toward her, and Kiara spread her creamy thighs, welcoming him. As he closed in on her body, Cruz reached down to feel her warmth, needing to confirm she was ready for him. His fingers trailed against moistness more than ready. Bringing his hand back up, he ran both under her head and cradled her, dropping his heavy weight against hers to offer her a safe feeling.
Kiara’s breath shortened and her body tensed. Cruz lowered his mouth and kissed her again. He forced her mind away from the expectant pain and enticed her to lose herself in the feelings of arousal. He rested his cock near her slick opening to allow her to accept him there. Cruz swirled his hips, running his hard length along her pussy until he felt the wetness grow.
Backing away from her, he glanced into the eyes of the werewolf he loved. He couldn’t even think of this being the last time he’d see her. The only time he’d experience her underneath him. Her body was so warm, so soft, and all contrast against his hard planes. “Breath in, my wolf.”
Kiara did as he asked, and Cruz didn’t hesitate in hopes he’d move quick e
nough to ease her pain. He pushed through her opening, met by her hymen stopping him. He wanted to kiss her again, show her she’d be fine, but he couldn’t bear not to look at her. Her eyes were pinched tight, pain registered on her face, and Cruz hated knowing it would only get worse.
Not wanting to prolong her agony, he pushed past the thin skin with a heavy thrust and Kiara screamed. Cruz squeezed her neck in his hands and hushed her, waited for her to get past the distress. “Exhale, my wolf. Release the pain.”
She did so and opened her eyes a moment later; a tear slid down her cheek. Cruz leaned forward and kissed the wetness away. It tore at him to hurt her, yet the pain acknowledged he’d been the first to take her. Elation soared through him. No man had ever been here before, and possession settled in. No one but him would ever feel how tight, how wonderfully wet, Kiara was, and would ever see the love in her eyes he saw now. He planned to keep her—he just needed to figure out how.
Pain rushed through Kiara in a way she’d never experienced before, a sharp sting that stayed while Cruz’s erection filled her. When he withdrew, she hissed against the torture her body suffered. At the same time, though, the pain acknowledged they were really doing this. He’d taken her virginity. No one else had been given the right, and no matter what happened, the memory would stay with her always.
Cruz’s gaze came back to Kiara’s and something new in the depths of his eyes lived there. Something she’d never seen before and something she couldn’t quite place. “Are you in a lot of pain?” he asked in a strained voice.
“A little bit,” Kiara admitted.
With a gentle stroke, Cruz slid back into her pussy and Kiara’s muscles strained. Too tight. Too full. The pain erupted in her body, making her jaw clench. Once fully seated, Cruz leaned down and kissed her. Not rough like before. More of a showing his love—long, drawn out kisses to send desire burning within her.
His intention worked. With his hands cradling her head, the sting lessened and her muscles stretched to accommodate him. Clearly, he experienced the release of her body since he moved again, long, fluid strokes brining no pain. Lowering his head, he nuzzled her neck and groaned. His warm breath tickled her skin, causing goose bumps to form there. Cruz licked out, kissed her in her sensitive places to bring forth a wave of heat to rush through her.
Kiara’s breath whooshed from her lungs as Cruz picked up the pace. At her neck, he continued to lick, swirl his tongue to awaken every nerve in her body. With it, came faster thrusts, still gentle, yet moving with rapid speed. Kiara’s eyes closed; she ran her hands from his shoulders down to his buttocks, squeezing his firm ass.
Cruz growled, and gave a heavy thrust. Surprised not to find pain, Kiara mirrored his sounds, a mere beg for more. Removing his hands from the back of her head, he perched himself up on his hands, glancing down at her. Kiara got a splendid view of all muscle. Hard lines of his chest, rippling abs, she couldn’t help herself but feel all of him, and trailed her hands along his body.
Sexy.
Her move seemed to arouse him. His eyebrows furrowed, and a focused look came upon his face. It was a sight she’d never seen before, and one she’d want to see again. The burn in his eyes did more to her than his cock ever could. Yet, with the thick erection pumping in her right now, her sensations only increased.
Deeper, he penetrated her. Harder, he thrust.
Kiara angled her back, pushing her breasts high as her pussy contracted. Cruz groaned and quickened his speed. Sounds of two bodies slapped through the room, and the wetness between her thighs grew. It was something she’d never felt before and with his molten eyes on her, each thrust proved to only deepen the sensation.
Her teeth gritted, and her screams sounded rough as the unknown feeling washed through her. “Give into it,” Cruz demanded, ramming her now.
Too intense. Kiara fought against the hold it had over her, desperate for a release from the strain building inside of her. “Oh God,” she shouted, unable to think, breathe, focus. Cruz thrust in harder, loud, sharp slams against her. His pelvis slammed against her clit, only building the sensation to a higher level. Kiara closed her eyes against the rise of such pleasure, pleasure she’d never imagined. Deeper than a feeling she thought possible.
And that’s when Cruz went vampire.
A speed no mortal or no werewolf would be capable of. Thrusts that held no beginning and no end, leaving Kiara to scream against it.
She whipped her head from side to side, roaring against the hold freezing her. In mere minutes, Kiara grasped Cruz’s shoulders, dug her nails in his skin, and erupted. Light sparked before her eyes, and her pussy convulsed, sending shuddering waves of pleasure to ascend her sky high.
