Cyborg Nation by Kaitlyn O'Connor (english readers TXT) 📗

her throat, across her collar bone from shoulder to shoulder, blazed a path along the upper slope of her breasts and then climbed the column of her throat to nip at her chin and the line of her jaw.

She lost her breath when his mouth clamped over hers in hungry possession, sucked his into her lungs sharply as he filled her mouth with his essence—the taste and feel and ruthless domination of all her faculties. His chest settled heavily against hers, flattening her breasts, confining her lungs so that she struggled even harder to catch her breath as he tugged at her clothing, dragging it lower.

She sucked in a sharp breath to fight the darkness closing in on her as he released her mouth, levered his upper body away from hers slightly and shoved himself downward. Catching the breast in his hand that he hadn’t teased unmercifully yet, he fastened his mouth over it and suckled, effectively depriving her of the breath she’d just hauled into her lungs. It emerged in a half choked moan of sound as jolts of exquisite sensation went through her with every tug of his mouth on the sensitive bud. She realized dimly that she was running her hands over his shoulders and back, curling and uncurling her fingers like a cat’s pleasurable kneading, making faint, mewling sounds in concert as her breath hitched in her chest and then released.

The sounds, her touch, or his own exploration, or the three combined seemed to chip away at his control. The leisurely, almost calculated caresses he’d begun with became more hurried and graceless as he moved from one breast to the other and back again, climbed the upper slopes to her throat, explored her face, her mouth, and then moved to her ear as if he could not decide what part of her to sample next, as if he wanted to lay claim to every inch of her at once. His breathing rapidly became more ragged than her own. Tremors moved through his great body, becoming more and more pronounced.

His growing need fed hers, built the fire inside her until she was writhing restlessly beneath him, the splendid friction of her body brushing all along his making her even more frantic.

Abruptly, he shoved himself upward onto his knees. The cool air striking her bared body lifted the pall of heat burning feverishly in her mind briefly. With an effort, she lifted her heavy lids as he grasped her uniform and peeled it down her hips and legs, tugging it from her ankles and tossing it aside.

He was staring down her, his face taut and flushed, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing and tumultuous with need. As he grasped his loincloth and tore free of it, Bronte’s gaze dropped to his engorged cock and her body reverted to the instinct to flee. He caught her thighs as she rolled onto her belly, dragging her knees from under her before she’d managed to do more than rise to all fours. She reared upward as she felt his teeth graze one buttock, sending a shockwave of heat through her and a rush of goose flesh up her back. A sharp gasp escaped her as he moved his head to nip at the other cheek and then higher, nipping and sucking love bites up her back as he moved over her.

Her eyes widened with a touch of panic when the head of his cock parted the cheeks of her ass as his hips descended, bumped along her cleft, and finally settled against her clit as he pinned her with the weight of his hips. His chest settled lightly against her back, his upper weight supported on his elbows as he nuzzled her hair aside and gnawed lightly along her shoulder and the back of her neck. The heated, creamy moisture already gathered in her sex, flowed, saturating her channel and the lips of her sex even as he lifted his hips and the curvature of his cock faithfully followed her cleft until it found her opening.

She grunted, gasped sharply as the head of his cock parted the mouth of her sex. He bit down on her shoulder as he cupped his body over hers, curled his hips to thrust upward, stretching her until she was gasping for breath. Easing the pressure, he delved shallowly until he had coated the end of his cock with her welcoming moisture and then thrust again, driving deeper. She bucked against him as he strained to battle her clinging flesh to claim her fully.

Releasing his hold on her shoulder abruptly, he uttered a groan, shifted upward to disengage their bodies and then rolled her almost roughly onto her back. Grabbing her tangled legs, he shoved them out of his way and leaned/fell over her, catching himself with one arm as he grasped his cock with his other hand and engaged their bodies again with a shaking haste than defied any semblance of finesse. She arched her back as he plunged deeply, bearing down on her with teeth grinding determination until her flesh yielded to him. The arm supporting him, shaking, buckled as he drove home, as if the claiming sapped the strength from him. Gasping harshly, he managed to catch his weight with his other arm as he fell. Slipping both arms beneath her, he tightened them around her as he began to pump his hips in a rhythmic thrust and retreat along her channel that left Bronte gasping for breath, feeling scoured by the fire that gathered in her belly like molten lead, making her feel heavy, weak, faint and at the same time so breathlessly close to exploding with rapture that a sharp gasp was forced from her with each pounding thrust of his cock deeply inside of her.

She caught his rhythm, curling her hips to meet his plunging assault. A low, almost animalistic groan left her as the shift in position offered her g-spot for his stroking caress and her body quickened. He