Chapter 43: Chapter Forty-Three--Deep Under My Skin

“When I’m good and ready,” he said. He nibbled my ribcage, stomach. His slow, methodical manner drove me to the brink of insanity.

“Now.” As if an amp had implanted in my chest, my cat snarled behind the word.

He chuckled. “Too bad. Fight me, Katrina. You’re counting on the strength you had as a human, not now that you’ve changed.” Low, husky, a promise of skills I hadn’t yet uncovered.

My nails bit into my palms. He laid a long, smooth lick over my mound. In a rush, he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth. My spine curved, as my lips parted in a ragged scream. Finally. My battle melted into oblivion.

His elbows spread me wide open. His tongue penetrated, creating a rhythm that reached every nerve ending.

“Kalvyn!”

His grip loosened enough for me to wrench one hand free. My fingers snatched his hair hard enough to tear the roots out. I rode his face with wanton abandon. He groaned, releasing my other hand, and working his biceps under my thighs, forearms banded across my stomach.

The orgasm slammed inside of me, rippling to my toes and back. The suddenness left me breathless. I screamed in my head, as my cat screeched and bounced around, then demanded more. I was left a quivering mess of ligaments and convulsing muscles.

On the tail of pleasure, Kalvyn slipped a finger inside of me, quickly followed by a second. He rose, loomed above me, a decadent god backed by golden light and spiky pines across the bubbling water.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“You.”

Manic desire created harsh planes of his face, shadowed by his bangs. “What do you want?”

“For you to fuck me.”

His eyes closed, head tipped back, body shuddering. “Oh, I will do that. Without a doubt.”

His fingers ascended, leaving me empty, bereft of his touch. I sat up, and ripped his shirt over his head, tossing the material. I kissed his chest as he jerked his shorts down to his knees. He grabbed my hair, arching my neck as he took my mouth, prying my lips apart, feeding from me. Reckless. Uncultivated.  No trace of his human persona.

I was on my back, and my breath swooshed from my lungs, He hooked my legs over his arm, splaying me. His lip curled back over his teeth, as he pushed the head of his cock against my entrance.

An inch. Long unused muscles stretched, sung from the stimulation: ready, wet, needing. I trembled, mind soaring, overloaded. I’d finally have what I’d been desperately craving since the moment I’d met him.

A little more. I shrieked, body opening, shifting, finding the right angle, only to have him hold me down as he plunged to the hilt. He threw his head back and roared, a sound I’d never heard before, and craved to hear again.

My cat shoved to the forefront. Sex. A basic, though complicated, primal act that she reveled in. I refused to contemplate the strangeness of two beings looking out from my eyes. Not now. Later, I could dissect this latest development.

Kalvyn hissed through clenched teeth, frozen solid as I pumped his length.

“Fuck. Slower. I want to savor this.”

I bit into his arm. “No.” I clenched on him.

His hips snapped, plunging deep. I hooked an arm around his neck for leverage, scouring myself as he took me.

I grabbed his hair, bringing him down to me. “Harder.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, gripping my hips as I hung on.

He rolled us with liquid fluidity, our bodies never breaking the rhythm. I perched a hand on his chest, head slung back as I rode him. Fire scorched my blood, every cell crying out from how he filled me.

All sense of self-cleaved from my civility. I became the animal. Pounding desire encompassed all I was. Never had I felt clearer, freer.

My body rose, then collapsed on his length that connected us in the primordial way of beasts. I climaxed with a growl: half prayer, half curse. The intense pleasure shook my thighs, waved through my brain, short-circuited my sanity.

Kalvyn lifted me, putting me on all fours, and drove back inside of me. He used my hair as a sexual leash until my scalp ached, arching my spine as he fucked me with the force of a hurricane. He bent over me, partially sharpened teeth buried in my shoulder, as he swelled deep inside of me. Snarls of ecstasy vibrated through him to me as he came in a searing rush.

We collapsed in a tangle of sweat slick limbs, harmonized, exhausted.