Obsidian needed her. He released her breast to grip her waist. The thin pants she wore gave easily when he dug his fingertips under the band of them and pulled. Material tore to reveal skin. Alli stopped kissing him back and gasped but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He ripped the things more, shredding them enough to reach between her thighs.

She was as wet and welcoming as he imagined she’d be when his fingers traced the line of her sex. With her legs spread wide apart he had no difficulty sliding one finger inside the tight confines of her pu**y. She threw her head back, breaking the connection of their mouths.

He saw the line of her neck exposed. Instinct and need struck him hard. His mouth homed in on the area just under her ear. She couldn’t see his fangs but she’d already felt them while they’d been kissing. It hadn’t frightened her and he hoped feeling them when he bit her lightly wouldn’t have an adverse effect.

Alli clawed at his back with her fingernails but it felt good. She didn’t draw blood or snarl in warning that she wanted him to stop. Her legs tensed and she moved her hips, grinding against his hand. The movement rubbed his dick against their bellies—his firm, hers soft and supple. His control threatened to snap.

The finger inside her drove in deeper to verify she was ready to take him. He withdrew it enough to coat the exterior of her opening before he pulled away completely from touching her with his hand and mouth. Alli groaned in protest as her head lowered until sexy eyes fixed on him.

“Don’t stop.”

Nothing could stop him now. She was his for the taking. He grabbed her hips, unable to even get out words. He was feeling too basic and raw with need. He just acted, his instincts overtaking all else. He lifted her and forced her hold on him to break when he spun her around. She didn’t weigh enough to make him strain. She landed on her stomach when he tossed her next to him on the bed. He slid to the floor, grabbed her and dragged her waist to the edge of the bed. One knee shoved between hers, parted them, and he looked down to grip his shaft.

Slow, he snarled at himself silently. It took every ounce of discipline when he lined up their bodies to fit instead of just driving his h*ps against her ass and make her take every inch of his dick. He wanted to be buried deep inside her.

She braced her hands on the bed, tossed her hair out of the way, and peered at him over her shoulder. He didn’t see fear. Confusion maybe, but she didn’t demand he release her.

He nudged the crown of his c**k against her and closed his eyes when he met a little resistance. He lowered his h*ps a little and pushed again, his hand adjusting the angle just a tiny bit. She took him, accepted him, but it was a tight fit. He wanted to throw back his head and howl. She was so hot, so wet, and it felt so good. Nothing he’d ever experienced could compare to Alli.

A soft moan came from her and urged him to go deeper. It was killing him to resist pounding against her fast and furiously, the way he wanted. His eyes opened and he stared at the curve of her ass. It was perfect. He pinned her to the bed where he had her bent and rocked back and forth, giving her more of himself with each thrust.

She clawed at the pink bedding. She wasn’t on her hands and knees but he feared her arms would collapse when his passion grew out of control if he allowed her to brace on her own. It was just a matter of time before he lost it. Each drive of his c**k into her shot raw ecstasy through his system, each near withdrawal the only break in the building release he knew would lock him inside her while his seed marked her with his spent passion.

Her vaginal muscles tightened, clenching as her broken moans grew in volume. Alli was wetter, hotter, and he lost his mind a second before his balls tightened to warn him he couldn’t hold out anymore. He threw back his head, clutched her h*ps and rode through pleasure so intense it threatened to make him roar out his satisfaction.

His c**k swelled, jets of his cum shooting so hard it nearly hurt and he shivered as he slowed his movements, locking inside her until he feared he’d hurt his Alli. Her pu**y squeezed him so tightly he collapsed over her, curling against her back, feeling as if he had once been solitary but now they were two bodies merged as one.

Awareness returned when his mind began to clear of the fervor-induced haze of sharing sex with Alli. His weight pinned her small body against the bed as both of them breathed harshly. He released her h*ps to lift up. She panted, said something he didn’t understand, and it alarmed him. Had he crushed her?

Her head turned and blue eyes held his. He knew in that moment that he’d left her behind. Her gaze was too sharp, frustration clear as she bit her lower lip. Anger gripped him—at himself. He reacted by backing up a few inches, careful to pull her with him so their h*ps remained pressed together. He knew better than to attempt to separate their bodies while he recovered.

One hand slid between the mattress edge to wiggle between it and her belly. His fingers located her clit, found it slick with her desire. He watched her eyes as he rubbed, saw her pupils dilate when he found the right spot, and homed in on it with a little pressure to ride it with his fingertip.

Her pu**y squeezed him even tighter and he clenched his teeth to trap the groan inside his throat. He’d take the sweet torture of being oversensitive to make sure she was taken care of.

Alli had been so close to coming. The feel of Obsidian pinning her, his thick shaft slamming in and out of her, felt incredible. He didn’t just move his h*ps back and forth but spread his knees to brace against the carpet, switching the angles with every thrust. He found the right spot that made her moan louder and hit it over and over.