Assassin Mine by Cynthia Sax Page B

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frowned. I instructed that damn system not to.
    “Don’t stop.” Darius pushed into her hands. “Your touch
feels so good.” Sabria transferred her irritation to Darius’ cock, intensifying
her grip, pumping him, giving him the firm hands he needed.
    “Your pussy would feel even better.” Darius shifted,
reaching for her. “Mount me, female.” He lifted her easily.
    Sabria positioned him at her entrance and moaned as he
lowered her, his shaft stretching her, filling her. “Much better.” She sank
down on him, the connection tightening between them, physically, mentally and
spiritually.
    “ This is the place.” Darius smiled up at her, the
skin at the corner of his eyes feathering, the fine lines revealing his genuine
happiness. “If anyone, Dreck , Balazoid or human, knew how hot and
wet your pussy was, they’d kill to take my place.”
    “No killing.” Sabria rocked on him, the slow, shallow slide
stoking her desire. Her hair swayed against her ass, the tendrils teasing her
skin. “Only releasing.”
    “Fucking.” Darius thrust upward, driving deeper into her,
and she gasped, the pleasure unexpected and exquisite. “Releasing is
controlled, and with you, I have no control.”
    He rammed his cock up her pussy again and again, shaking her
body, his grip on her hips securing her to him. Sabria clasped her breasts,
squeezing and pinching her nipples, the sharp pain edging her arousal, the
visual stimulation exciting Darius, his movements growing even more frantic.
    He drove upward, relentlessly taking her, fucking her hard
and fast, utilizing his Balazoid speed and strength to subdue her and
employing his human empathy to bring her fulfillment, offering Sabria the best
of both sexual worlds.
    “Yes. Yes. Yes.” She called out encouragement, riding him,
her passionate assassin, as he showed her once again how he felt, his naked
body open to her, his expression touchingly vulnerable.
    “Yes.” Darius slid one of his thumbs over the curve of her
hip and found her clit, the coarse contact sending tremors over Sabria’s form. Shit. She whimpered. He pressed down and her whimper stretched into a wail of
unabashed need. As he pistoned in and out of her, the friction increased, her
clit rubbing against his thumb, her ass slapping on his thighs.
    “Darius…start…counting.” Sabria panted, air pushed from her lungs
with each thrust, her chest constricted by emotion, by the passion wrapping
around them tighter and tighter, binding them together forever.
    “One.” Darius grunted as he drove his hips upward, pushing
her closer to the edge of satisfaction. The bed shook, metal scraping against
tile.
    “Two.” He pulled her down on him as he rose, rocking her
body, his strength daunting, intimidating and sexy. Sabria clutched his
shoulders, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
    “Three.” Darius tapped her clit as he surged upward, jetting
hot cum into her throbbing pussy. Sabria raised her head and screamed his name,
arching her back and flinging her arms behind her, diving fearlessly into a
spinning black abyss, knowing he would save her.
    Large hands gripped her hips, long fingers folding over her
ass, securing her. Darius shuddered under her, his release prolonging hers. She
shook, the tremors slowly reducing, her world returning to normal, to Darius.
He lay still, his face resembling the whitest, purest rock.
    Sabria leaned over him, her hair creating a curtain around
their faces, and she licked the droplets of perspiration forming on his pale
skin, tasting the salt of his exertion.
    His lips curled upward into one of his rare smiles. “You
make me happy, female.” His voice lowered to a rumble. “And I didn’t think that
was possible.”
    “I’m glad.” She returned his smile, her head light. “I want
you to have everything I promised you.” She placed his palm on her gently
rounded stomach. “And soon, as you already know, you will have everything.”
    Darius’ crimson eyes widened,