Burning Wild
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The tidal wave started somewhere in his toes and ripped up his body, through his thighs, and centered like a tsunami in his groin. His release was harsh, erupting like a volcano, exploding, tearing through him with such force his body shuddered and strained as he emptied himself. The roaring in his ears was like thunder, and even his vision changed.
Emma would have collapsed but he held her up with an ease that shocked her. He was enormously strong as he lowered them both to the floor. He rolled her to her side, still buried deep in her body, his hands cupping her breasts as they lay locked together on the floor. His breath came in rough gasps as her body continued to pulse around his, gripping, milking, relaxing and starting the cycle all over again.
She tried to speak but no sound emerged, and she feared that every brain cell was beyond repair and she was incapable of thought, let alone speech.
Jake pushed the silky fall of hair aside and nuzzled her neck, kissing the spot where his teeth had held her. He had taken many women, been serviced by many more, but nothing had prepared him for the orgasm that had ripped through him, exploding with such force. The hard ejaculation had given him peace for the first time. He knew he had a silly grin on his face, elation sweeping through him, and he kissed the nape of her neck, moving just a little to feel the joy as another spill of her slick heat washed over him.
Her body shuddered against his and she turned her head slowly to look at him. Her eyes were glazed, her body limp. He bent forward to kiss her mouth. She kissed him back.
“Easy now, honey. This will hurt for a moment.” His leopard had been too close to the surface and he knew she was going to feel his withdrawal. He fastened his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue along hers as he pulled his cock from her body.
The pain flashed through her as his cock dragged over her sensitive wall, chafing her as he pulled free. He swallowed her soft cry, deepening the kiss. He moved first, rolling over and coming up on his knees. His cock was long and thick, even in his semi-hard state, one normal for him. He couldn’t quite let go of her; not yet. He knew it was always going to be the same with him. She was an addiction, one he would need to have sated over and over.
Emma lay on the floor looking up at Jake as he knelt over her, his hand on his cock, absently sliding his palm along his shaft, watching her with hooded, glittering eyes. He was so male, so dark and intoxicating. Raw sexuality in its purest form. Her only sexual experience had been with Andrew, and he had been gentle, reverent even. With none of the explosive, raw power Jake had just showered upon her. Lately, with her body so restless and unsettled, she’d dreamt of violent, earth-shattering sex, but she hadn’t really had an idea of what it was like.
Nothing had prepared her for the total invasion of her senses, Jake’s enormous strength and terrible raw sexual hunger. She felt helpless in his arms, taken over, out of control. Her body was no longer her own, but seemed to belong to him, moving against his hand, her breasts swollen and aching, needing his hot mouth, needing his body buried deep in hers.
She couldn’t even say the explosive sex between them had been all him. Something had taken her over until she craved him—desperately. Without her own identity. She would forever need Jake, need his stark, raw possession. This. An obsession. Not love. Never love. She would never be the same. Never want another man. And yet, not once had he been loving toward her. Even now, with his eyes commanding her, she wanted to obey, to lift her head and lap at him, taking every drop of him into her. She wasn’t a sexual creature. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, she only knew that she despised every woman who had ever come near him almost as much as she despised herself for not being in control.
His hot gaze drifted over her with absolute satisfaction. She looked down at her body. Her breasts were swollen and aching, nipples tight. Her skin was covered with the red marks of his possession. The sight of those marks should have angered her, but instead her body tightened again, her sheath clenching, already feeling empty and needing him.
“Can you get up?” He held out his hand.
The question was so mundane, as if nothing at all had happened, certainly not as if she lay naked, sprawled out on the floor with his seed running down her thighs. She forced her sore body into a sitting position, ignoring his hand. She hadn’t known there were so many places she could ache.
“Emma? Are you all right?” This time there was demand in his voice.
She glared at him. “Do you have any idea what we’ve done?” She pressed a hand to her mouth, unable to stop the trembling, because she knew what she’d done. She’d had incredible sex, but there hadn’t been a shred of love in there anywhere, not that she could feel.
“We’re doing what we need to do,” he said harshly, bending to take possession of her mouth again.
Emma moved her head back out of his reach. “This isn’t right. This is too violent, Jake.” She stared up at the harsh lines etched deeply in his face, his sensual mouth twisted cynically, a little cruel. His eyes were glittering brightly, burning hot with temper. “I’m not anything to you. You were angry and you wanted a woman, any woman.”
He swore vulgarly, and his eyes went flat and cold. “That’s a hell of a thing to say to me.”
With calculated intent, he glided his hand up her leg, along the wetness of her inner thigh, over his mark of possession until his fingers found the hot wet core of her.
He slid two fingers deep into her, watching her gasp, watching the helpless pleasure on her face and the way her eyes glazed when he drew circles around her tight bud. She was still very sensitive, and when he tugged and twisted, her sheath clamped down hard, sending another orgasm ripping through her body. His seed and her cream coated his fingers when he pulled them free and held them up in front of her face.