Born of Night by Celeste Anwar

from her as though he’d been bitten, releasing a strangled, frustrated groan. His chest heaved, his eyes were black with violent longing. His face was hard with barely repressed desire. The intensity of his look frightened her, made her insides clench with fear and hunger. Her heart struggled in her chest.
    They were inches apart. He devoured her with his eyes, drew them down her body as though he would eat her. Her sex spasmed at his heated look.
    He closed his eyes suddenly as if pained. He shook his head.
    Jessica allowed him no respite, closed the distance and locked around him. He stiffened again. She hated and delighted in his resistance.
    “No. No. Sweet Jesus.” His voice broke. He closed his hands around the underside of her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, drawing a ragged groan from her. She squirmed, brushing her breasts against his chest, her nipples hardening more than she’d ever thought possible.
    He groaned, long and deep and pulled her without warning, hard, sliding her so suddenly up his lap she had no time to react. And then the heat of his cock was there, tight against her parted lips, slick against the wet heat of her cleft. Jessica jerked at the probe, tightened her knees around his thighs, gasping as the unyielding ridge of flesh slid through her soft lips across her clit in one agonizing motion. Her wet cleft jerked with pleasure against the silky smooth thickness of his erection.
    Every rigid, engorged vein tormented, sent pleasure soaring along taut nerves. Her muscles contracted involuntarily, wanting what he wouldn’t give.
    “They’ll kill me for dis.” His hoarse whisper into her hair sounded tortured. He shuddered, tightening his hands on her ass.
    “You’re killing me,” she managed, hating the desperate need that held her in thrall.
    Jessica clenched, tremors of pleasure working through her. She rocked, unable to sit still, needing to move on him.
    “Oh god. Don’ move. Don’ move!” he ground out.
    She rocked again, unable to stop herself.
    He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezed tight. “Stop. I’m gonna cum all over your preddy body if you don’ stop!”
    Her hips jerked at the rough growl of his voice, the harsh promise.
    He was hard all over, tension bleeding from every pore, muscles standing at attention, ready to break control at any moment. She felt that he was on the edge, his hold tenuous. His cock throbbed against her, scalding her flesh like a red hot poker.
    She ached to feel that rigid heat inside her. Her entire body whimpered with need.
    She couldn’t stand it. She had to move, couldn’t stop herself. She rocked against him again, and an anguished moan tore from his throat.
    Gabriel was dying. His mind raged with lust. Every muscle screamed with pain, screamed with the need to ram, to lay waste and conquer. The cream of her body felt like hot oil on his cock, making the nerves jump. He was engorged to the point that the slightest movement, the softest brush of her labia had him groaning in agony.
    Time meant nothing to him now, when it should. Each second near her felt like an eternity of sensual torture. He could see nothing but her, feel nothing but her skin, smell nothing but her musky, sweet desire. Her cunt promised ecstasy, liquid fire that would devour his soul. A hard shudder wracked his body. His beast raged, his cock spasmed to be inside her. She consumed him in every possible way ... and they would die because of it.
    He had to let her go. He commanded his hands to release her, to thrust her away ...
    commanded his legs to move, to run and not come back. Touching her was madness, stretched his sanity to the brink.
    She moved on him, sliding her pussy up his shaft, drawing out the torture until he was near mindless with the urge to ram inside her. His control slipped a notch every second. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her body pulled against the burning rings in his nipples. Pleasure and pain raced through him, mingling,