Animal Instincts by Jenika Snow Page A

hands on his chest, and her mouth parted. She worked herself on
him, and Damien clenched his hands against her hips to keep from taking
control. Her movements were slow and somewhat unsure.
    Her breath hitched when she slid
all the way down on him and rose back up, over and over again, gradually
picking up speed. For a moment he lost it and found himself thrusting up, deep
and hard inside of her.
    “I can’t breathe, Damien,” she
moaned. His lion broke free, took the front seat in all of this, and Damien
couldn’t stop him. In a quick move, he had her on her back again, with his
pelvis wedged snugly between hers. He speared his hands in her hair, tugging
her head back and arching her throat.
    “Your animal,
Damien.” She
moaned. “God, yes,”
    Having her throat bared was a
surrender all in itself, and she would never know what it did to him, what it
did to his lion. Running his now elongated canines up her neck, he loved that a
shiver worked through her. She held him tight and lifted her hips, grinding
herself on him. He was still inside of her tight, wet heat, and it was
euphoria. Curling his hands in the sheets by her head, he started moving inside
of her fast and hard, steady and powerful. Sweat trailed down his hairline, and
his skin felt too tight. Her pussy smelled so fucking good, and all he wanted
to do was bury his face in the sweet spot once more. But his dick was a greedy
bastard and pulsed, needing him to continue pulling out and pushing back
inside.
    He let his gaze linger at the
base of her throat where his mark was on her flesh. He followed the path of her
body between her breasts, down her belly, and stopped at the top of her pussy.
Her clit protruded, begging for attention. With his cock lodged in his mate’s
body, Damien fucked her good and thoroughly. Their sweat-slicked stomachs
touched, and he pushed another inch into her when he thrust in deep.
    “Damien.” She gasped out his
name. “I feel so stretched, so full.”
    A rumble left him when her tight
little body clenched around him. Slowly and with measured movements he
continued to move in and out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around him,
then relaxed. His balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm. He was going
to fill her with his seed, make her so full of it she would feel it slip out of
her pussy for the next week. For several long moments Damien didn’t move,
couldn’t for how good it felt. He wouldn’t last long, not when she slid her
hands up his sides and around to his back. Her nails dug into his skin, and she
wrapped her legs around his waist.
    Lifting up just enough that his
arms were locked straight and his chest no longer touched hers, Damien pulled out of her wet heat and pushed back in.
    “Slow is good, Damien, so good, but don’t hold back, please .” She arched her back, and her breasts
rose up from the motion.
    Damien’s gaze was trained on the
sight of her nipples hardening even further, and he gave her exactly what she
asked for. He sat back on his knees, encircled her waist with his hands, and
fucked her like he meant it, and damn did he mean it. The sloppy, wet sound of
his cock tunneling into her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. He
bottomed out of her every time he pushed back inside. She pulled at his hair,
and the slight sting of pain felt so fucking good. He pulled away, wanting her
to know that there was nothing about her he didn’t desire.
    “I’m going to come again.” She
moved her hands to his back once again and pierced his flesh with her nails.
The sensations were all-consuming pleasure and had his orgasm washing through
him. Her muscles milked him so strongly that he threw his head back and roared
out his climax.
    “ Fuck , baby. Fuck .
It’s so good.” He jerked against her as he emptied himself inside of her
willing body, gave her every last drop of his cum. The fact he was filling her
with his seed, claiming her and saturating her with his scent had the animal in
him clawing