Cat's Lair
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The beat of her heart was insane. She felt the throb between her legs, pounding urgently, a feral, primal drumbeat of relentless hunger. She couldn’t stop herself, licking at his skin, reaching for him with desperation.
“Do something, Eli,” she pleaded, so insane for him even her voice wasn’t her own. “I need you touching me. Your mouth. Your fingers. I need you filling me. Take it away. You have to make it stop.”
“I’ve got you, Kitten,” Eli assured her, jerking her chin up so he could take her mouth again.
He was addicted to the taste of her, the way all that honey poured down his throat and invaded every organ of his body. The mixture of honeysuckle and pheromones spread through his system like wildfire until she was branded on his tongue, down his lungs and in his very bones.
She sobbed his name, over and over, a desperate keening mewl, and he couldn’t stand it another minute. He whirled her around and bent her over the bed, pressing her head down with one hand hard in the middle of her back until her head touched the mattress, the action pushing the firm globes of her buttocks into the air.
When her hand went between her legs, he caught it firmly and stretched both arms out, so that her hands were forced to grip the opposite sides of the bed. He didn’t wait. He couldn’t. Not with her frantic cries and the way she pushed back against him, rubbing her buttocks along his aching shaft.
He caught her around the hips with one strong arm and slammed into her. She screamed and instantly clamped down on him, gripping with tight, spasming muscles. Her orgasm was long and wild and he pistoned into her over and over right through it.
“Harder. Eli, harder,” she sobbed, gasping for breath.
His thrusts were brutal and hard. He took her roughly, savagely, while the fire tore through them both until neither could breathe through the pleasure. The tension wound tighter and tighter, the frenzied thrall driving them almost past sanity, as each fed on the other’s lust.
His hands were brutal, digging into her hips as he powered into her over and over, sending lightning crashing through her body. Twice more she came apart, but he didn’t stop or even slow his ferocious pace. Each savage thrust rocked her body, driving her head into the mattress as he forced her hips higher so he could go deeper.
He was relentless, ruthless, taking her higher and higher, her cries and pleas urging him for more. Always more. Her mind didn’t think she could take it. She thought she might go insane with the frenzy of lust growing between them, but her body refused to be sated no matter how many times he sent her crashing over the edge. He was so thick and hard, a battering ram that forced its way through her tight channel so that the friction increased to the point she feared they’d both burn from the fiery contact.
He slammed into her over and over, jerking her body to meet the hard thrust of his hips. His face was a mask of sensual fury, of utter resolve. He wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. A sob escaped and fear skittered down her spine, but she kept pleading for more, she needed more. She didn’t want him to stop even if it killed her, because if he didn’t make the terrible burning between her legs stop, she would die anyway.
The fire built into a raging inferno, spreading through her body like a firestorm, picking up speed until it felt like hurricane winds had swept the flames through every part of her. The tension coiled tighter and tighter. She felt him swell, filling her beyond her capacity to take him, stretching her, burning and stinging until even that was swept away in a vortex of intense passion.
His cock swelled more. Pulsed. Imprinted itself on her inner muscles, branded her there with – him. With Eli. She went rigid as her body clamped down viciously, strangling his cock, forcing the fire into the friction as his body continued to invade hers with hard, driving strokes. His muscles bunched. He drove deep again, once, twice and then jet after jet of hot liquid hit the tender walls of her sheath and filled her with his burning seed, marking her internally once again as his.
Her body still wouldn’t let him go, milking him greedily for every pearly drop, squeezing as she clamped down around him hard. He couldn’t leave her. He just couldn’t. He had to stay inside her and burn with her because it wasn’t stopping. Ripple after ripple, quake after quake and still her body demanded more.
Catarina slumped over the mattress, her hands clenching the sheets hard. She tasted blood on her lip where she’d sunk her teeth deep. If it wasn’t for Eli’s iron arm holding her hips up, she would have just collapsed. All she wanted to do was cry. The fire between her legs wasn’t gone. Even after all that. Worse, her skin was hot, and far too tight. Her hair was too heavy, pulling at her scalp. Everything hurt. Every joint. Her jaw. Her fingers, even her toes.
Eli didn’t pull out of her, nor did his cock soften. He remained in her, stretching her, and as he bent forward over her, the heavy length of him rubbed along her clit and her body exploded again. He licked at the tiny beads of sweat on her back, his tongue stroking caresses along her spine. Her heart pounded and she pushed back into him, tight, a small sob escaping.
“It’s all right, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered against her shoulder. “I’m right here with you. Don’t be afraid of this. Let it take you. Let it happen.”
She felt her then, her leopard, rising toward the heat and fire. Rising toward the wildness she sensed in Eli. A wave rose just beneath her skin, a terrible itch, pushing from underneath, determined this time, grounded in the fire that burned between her thighs.
“Do something, Eli,” she pleaded, so insane for him even her voice wasn’t her own. “I need you touching me. Your mouth. Your fingers. I need you filling me. Take it away. You have to make it stop.”
“I’ve got you, Kitten,” Eli assured her, jerking her chin up so he could take her mouth again.
He was addicted to the taste of her, the way all that honey poured down his throat and invaded every organ of his body. The mixture of honeysuckle and pheromones spread through his system like wildfire until she was branded on his tongue, down his lungs and in his very bones.
She sobbed his name, over and over, a desperate keening mewl, and he couldn’t stand it another minute. He whirled her around and bent her over the bed, pressing her head down with one hand hard in the middle of her back until her head touched the mattress, the action pushing the firm globes of her buttocks into the air.
When her hand went between her legs, he caught it firmly and stretched both arms out, so that her hands were forced to grip the opposite sides of the bed. He didn’t wait. He couldn’t. Not with her frantic cries and the way she pushed back against him, rubbing her buttocks along his aching shaft.
He caught her around the hips with one strong arm and slammed into her. She screamed and instantly clamped down on him, gripping with tight, spasming muscles. Her orgasm was long and wild and he pistoned into her over and over right through it.
“Harder. Eli, harder,” she sobbed, gasping for breath.
His thrusts were brutal and hard. He took her roughly, savagely, while the fire tore through them both until neither could breathe through the pleasure. The tension wound tighter and tighter, the frenzied thrall driving them almost past sanity, as each fed on the other’s lust.
His hands were brutal, digging into her hips as he powered into her over and over, sending lightning crashing through her body. Twice more she came apart, but he didn’t stop or even slow his ferocious pace. Each savage thrust rocked her body, driving her head into the mattress as he forced her hips higher so he could go deeper.
He was relentless, ruthless, taking her higher and higher, her cries and pleas urging him for more. Always more. Her mind didn’t think she could take it. She thought she might go insane with the frenzy of lust growing between them, but her body refused to be sated no matter how many times he sent her crashing over the edge. He was so thick and hard, a battering ram that forced its way through her tight channel so that the friction increased to the point she feared they’d both burn from the fiery contact.
He slammed into her over and over, jerking her body to meet the hard thrust of his hips. His face was a mask of sensual fury, of utter resolve. He wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. A sob escaped and fear skittered down her spine, but she kept pleading for more, she needed more. She didn’t want him to stop even if it killed her, because if he didn’t make the terrible burning between her legs stop, she would die anyway.
The fire built into a raging inferno, spreading through her body like a firestorm, picking up speed until it felt like hurricane winds had swept the flames through every part of her. The tension coiled tighter and tighter. She felt him swell, filling her beyond her capacity to take him, stretching her, burning and stinging until even that was swept away in a vortex of intense passion.
His cock swelled more. Pulsed. Imprinted itself on her inner muscles, branded her there with – him. With Eli. She went rigid as her body clamped down viciously, strangling his cock, forcing the fire into the friction as his body continued to invade hers with hard, driving strokes. His muscles bunched. He drove deep again, once, twice and then jet after jet of hot liquid hit the tender walls of her sheath and filled her with his burning seed, marking her internally once again as his.
Her body still wouldn’t let him go, milking him greedily for every pearly drop, squeezing as she clamped down around him hard. He couldn’t leave her. He just couldn’t. He had to stay inside her and burn with her because it wasn’t stopping. Ripple after ripple, quake after quake and still her body demanded more.
Catarina slumped over the mattress, her hands clenching the sheets hard. She tasted blood on her lip where she’d sunk her teeth deep. If it wasn’t for Eli’s iron arm holding her hips up, she would have just collapsed. All she wanted to do was cry. The fire between her legs wasn’t gone. Even after all that. Worse, her skin was hot, and far too tight. Her hair was too heavy, pulling at her scalp. Everything hurt. Every joint. Her jaw. Her fingers, even her toes.
Eli didn’t pull out of her, nor did his cock soften. He remained in her, stretching her, and as he bent forward over her, the heavy length of him rubbed along her clit and her body exploded again. He licked at the tiny beads of sweat on her back, his tongue stroking caresses along her spine. Her heart pounded and she pushed back into him, tight, a small sob escaping.
“It’s all right, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered against her shoulder. “I’m right here with you. Don’t be afraid of this. Let it take you. Let it happen.”
She felt her then, her leopard, rising toward the heat and fire. Rising toward the wildness she sensed in Eli. A wave rose just beneath her skin, a terrible itch, pushing from underneath, determined this time, grounded in the fire that burned between her thighs.
