Spider Game
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Her breath hissed out of her lungs. Her mouth formed a shocked O. Her body flushed a beautiful rose. He increased the strength of his strokes, surging deep, letting himself lose a little more control. Giving himself up to the fire consuming him. He buried himself in her over and over. He’d been right all along. Her skin was silk, but deep inside, she was even silkier, as if that molten channel was alive and breathing around him, gripping him with silken strands, weaving tight until the friction was so abrasive the ecstasy bordered on pain. He fucking loved it and he never wanted to leave.
She was close. So close. He used his thumb on her clit to take her over the edge. She went over hard and fast, her sheath clamping down, convulsing around his cock, squeezing and massaging like a million fingers inside a tight silken fist. Mind-blowing. He kept moving right through her orgasm, rougher now, much rougher. Building her next one, pushing her up even higher.
Her gaze clung to his as the tension in her coiled tighter. As the need and hunger grew hotter and even wilder. She began to thrash again, fear creeping into her wide gaze. The green turned to brilliant vibrant facets like twin glittering emeralds.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough. Let yourself go.
I can’t. I can’t. Not again.
Yes, you can, baby. With me. Keep looking at me. I want to see it take you when I give it to you. So fucking beautiful, Cayenne. Nothing like this. Nothing like you.
He planted one hand on the mattress beside her head and the other framed her face, holding her head still so he could look into her wild, green eyes as he slammed home, over and over, each stroke harder than the last. Ecstasy. He could see it on her face. Knew it was carved into every line of his.
Her fingers went to his wrist. Fingernails bit deep. She lifted her hips to meet his. He could see the last vestiges of control slipping, and it was a beautiful sight. Her eyes went wide again. He felt the powerful quake rush over her, this time contracting every muscle in her belly and along her thighs as it hit like a tsunami. Her inner muscles clamped down like a vise, gripping him with all that scorching-hot silk. Milking.
Her eyes didn’t leave his face, gaze clinging to his, her mouth forming his name even as her body tore his own orgasm from him. It started somewhere in his toes, or maybe it was the top of his head because that threatened to come off as well. As it went rocketing through him, he exploded. Jet after jet of hot seed poured into her. He felt that. The heat of it. The beauty of it. Her silky channel clamping down even harder. Shuddering. Rippling. Surrounding him with pure paradise.
He buried his face in her neck, collapsing over her. Unprotected. In his life, that had never happened. Not once. Until now, and he knew it was deliberate. That also branded him a bastard, but he didn’t care. She was his. He was hers. This was their start, and he wanted a family. He wanted to tie her to him every way he could think to tie her. And he wanted her protected, more than anything else. A child would protect her.
She was writhing under him, her body still alive, the powerful waves ripping through her. She cried out again, her hands buried deep in his hair, turned her face toward him, and he felt the bite. A flash of pain that only added to the beauty of the sheer wild, almost primitive mating. And it was mating. He’d claimed her with every stroke, branded her his with his mouth and hands and body.
Beneath him she stiffened, her hands fisting in his hair, her breath coming in a gasping rush.
“Trap.” She wailed his name. “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry. I have to get out from under you. I have to help you.”
He didn’t move, pinning her beneath him as she squirmed wildly. He managed to lift his head to look down at her. She looked terrified. Completely and utterly terrified. Distressed. Ashamed. For a moment it didn’t compute. Her body was still rippling around his. Her feet went to the mattress and she tried to buck him off.
“Stop, baby,” he whispered, staring into the green of her eyes. “You’re all right. I’m all right. The world is the best it’s ever been right now.”
“I bit you. I didn’t mean to, Trap. I swear it was an accident. When I get overwhelmed it’s a compulsion…”
“Cayenne, calm down.” He took her mouth because she looked close to tears, and he needed his mouth on hers.
He kissed her gently. Reverently. Tenderly. He kept kissing her until her body melted into his again and all that soft silk was under him, surrounding him with heat and fire and so much beauty he felt his heart convulse in his chest. She kissed him back. Giving him more in her kisses than she’d ever done before. Surrendering to him. He knew what she was doing, what she was telling him. What she was gifting him.
She’d bitten him. Injected venom. There were tears on her face, and he licked them away, following the tracks from her cheeks to the tips of her lush eyelashes. She hadn’t meant to do it, and she expected the venom to paralyze him. He alternated kissing her with removing the tears from her face, all the while gliding gently in her, letting those aftershocks send more pleasure spilling through both of them.
It took her a few minutes before she realized he wasn’t reacting to the venom. His body hadn’t gone into a paralysis. He was still moving in her. Holding her. Kissing her. She pulled back into the mattress, her green eyes searching his face.
“Trap. I bit you. I injected venom. You could have a worse reaction. The venom is accumulative. I know because they tested it over and over on individuals, and if they were injected or bitten more than a couple of times they died. You could be in serious trouble.” She studied his face. “Why aren’t you in serious trouble?”
CHAPTER 14
Trap rolled, taking Cayenne with him, keeping his body locked tightly with hers. Her smaller body sprawled over his, and he reached down and jerked up a sheet, covering her. His hips kept up the slow, sexy glide. He was sated, happy, but still semihard. He knew it wouldn’t take much to get him fully hard again, and the tight channel with the ripples of silken fingers fisting and caressing was doing just that.
“You should be paralyzed,” Cayenne reiterated, green eyes wide with shock. Her hands smoothed over his skin. Clearly she was agitated and still upset no matter that he clearly wasn’t reacting to the venom.
“I’m not,” he said, and wrapped his palm around the nape of her neck to bring her head down to his so he could take her mouth again. I love your mouth, Cayenne, he told her, even as he showed her. So fucking beautiful, you take my breath away, baby.
She was close. So close. He used his thumb on her clit to take her over the edge. She went over hard and fast, her sheath clamping down, convulsing around his cock, squeezing and massaging like a million fingers inside a tight silken fist. Mind-blowing. He kept moving right through her orgasm, rougher now, much rougher. Building her next one, pushing her up even higher.
Her gaze clung to his as the tension in her coiled tighter. As the need and hunger grew hotter and even wilder. She began to thrash again, fear creeping into her wide gaze. The green turned to brilliant vibrant facets like twin glittering emeralds.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough. Let yourself go.
I can’t. I can’t. Not again.
Yes, you can, baby. With me. Keep looking at me. I want to see it take you when I give it to you. So fucking beautiful, Cayenne. Nothing like this. Nothing like you.
He planted one hand on the mattress beside her head and the other framed her face, holding her head still so he could look into her wild, green eyes as he slammed home, over and over, each stroke harder than the last. Ecstasy. He could see it on her face. Knew it was carved into every line of his.
Her fingers went to his wrist. Fingernails bit deep. She lifted her hips to meet his. He could see the last vestiges of control slipping, and it was a beautiful sight. Her eyes went wide again. He felt the powerful quake rush over her, this time contracting every muscle in her belly and along her thighs as it hit like a tsunami. Her inner muscles clamped down like a vise, gripping him with all that scorching-hot silk. Milking.
Her eyes didn’t leave his face, gaze clinging to his, her mouth forming his name even as her body tore his own orgasm from him. It started somewhere in his toes, or maybe it was the top of his head because that threatened to come off as well. As it went rocketing through him, he exploded. Jet after jet of hot seed poured into her. He felt that. The heat of it. The beauty of it. Her silky channel clamping down even harder. Shuddering. Rippling. Surrounding him with pure paradise.
He buried his face in her neck, collapsing over her. Unprotected. In his life, that had never happened. Not once. Until now, and he knew it was deliberate. That also branded him a bastard, but he didn’t care. She was his. He was hers. This was their start, and he wanted a family. He wanted to tie her to him every way he could think to tie her. And he wanted her protected, more than anything else. A child would protect her.
She was writhing under him, her body still alive, the powerful waves ripping through her. She cried out again, her hands buried deep in his hair, turned her face toward him, and he felt the bite. A flash of pain that only added to the beauty of the sheer wild, almost primitive mating. And it was mating. He’d claimed her with every stroke, branded her his with his mouth and hands and body.
Beneath him she stiffened, her hands fisting in his hair, her breath coming in a gasping rush.
“Trap.” She wailed his name. “I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry. I have to get out from under you. I have to help you.”
He didn’t move, pinning her beneath him as she squirmed wildly. He managed to lift his head to look down at her. She looked terrified. Completely and utterly terrified. Distressed. Ashamed. For a moment it didn’t compute. Her body was still rippling around his. Her feet went to the mattress and she tried to buck him off.
“Stop, baby,” he whispered, staring into the green of her eyes. “You’re all right. I’m all right. The world is the best it’s ever been right now.”
“I bit you. I didn’t mean to, Trap. I swear it was an accident. When I get overwhelmed it’s a compulsion…”
“Cayenne, calm down.” He took her mouth because she looked close to tears, and he needed his mouth on hers.
He kissed her gently. Reverently. Tenderly. He kept kissing her until her body melted into his again and all that soft silk was under him, surrounding him with heat and fire and so much beauty he felt his heart convulse in his chest. She kissed him back. Giving him more in her kisses than she’d ever done before. Surrendering to him. He knew what she was doing, what she was telling him. What she was gifting him.
She’d bitten him. Injected venom. There were tears on her face, and he licked them away, following the tracks from her cheeks to the tips of her lush eyelashes. She hadn’t meant to do it, and she expected the venom to paralyze him. He alternated kissing her with removing the tears from her face, all the while gliding gently in her, letting those aftershocks send more pleasure spilling through both of them.
It took her a few minutes before she realized he wasn’t reacting to the venom. His body hadn’t gone into a paralysis. He was still moving in her. Holding her. Kissing her. She pulled back into the mattress, her green eyes searching his face.
“Trap. I bit you. I injected venom. You could have a worse reaction. The venom is accumulative. I know because they tested it over and over on individuals, and if they were injected or bitten more than a couple of times they died. You could be in serious trouble.” She studied his face. “Why aren’t you in serious trouble?”
CHAPTER 14
Trap rolled, taking Cayenne with him, keeping his body locked tightly with hers. Her smaller body sprawled over his, and he reached down and jerked up a sheet, covering her. His hips kept up the slow, sexy glide. He was sated, happy, but still semihard. He knew it wouldn’t take much to get him fully hard again, and the tight channel with the ripples of silken fingers fisting and caressing was doing just that.
“You should be paralyzed,” Cayenne reiterated, green eyes wide with shock. Her hands smoothed over his skin. Clearly she was agitated and still upset no matter that he clearly wasn’t reacting to the venom.
“I’m not,” he said, and wrapped his palm around the nape of her neck to bring her head down to his so he could take her mouth again. I love your mouth, Cayenne, he told her, even as he showed her. So fucking beautiful, you take my breath away, baby.
