Page 75 of Legacy of Chaos

Their gazes locked so fiercely that the air between them threatened to combust. He growled. “Suck it.”

He watched her, his entire body on edge, practically trembling with the need to come inside her. He usually avoided oral sex, but right now, all he wanted was for Cyan to swallow him whole and give him new memories. New experiences. New neural pathways that could rewire his fucked-up brain.

Still looking at him, she kissed the tip. “Suck it how? Slowly?” She took him into her mouth and took her time going down and back up. He could barely contain a groan. “Fast?” Her pace increased, her head bobbing, her mouth working him into a frenzy. When she stopped, he blew out the breath he’d been holding. “Hard?” Again, she swallowed him, but this time, she applied firm suction that damned near blew his head off.

“Yes!” he barked. “That.”

She stopped and looked at him, her eyes glazed with passion that humbled him. “Tell me. Explicitly.” Lowering to his cock, she paused with her mouth open. “Waiting.”

Gods, she was incredible. As much as he wanted to take her to the floor and ravage her like the lust demon he was, he wanted this experience more.

“Suck me,” he commanded, and she shivered as she took him into her mouth. “Hard and fast.”

He shouted as she obeyed, gripping him firmly in her fist as she gave him the best blowjob anyone had ever had in all of history. Her mouth was magic, her tongue a weapon, and when she squeezed his sac, it was the last straw. He came with a roar. He thought he said her name. Maybe a curse word. Maybe both.

Pleasure rode him in waves of intensity as he came over and over until he was drained. Nothing but a dried-out husk. Cyan rocked back on her heels, her face flushed, her eyes glazed.

“Oh,” she said as she reached between her spread thighs. “It’s true. Itisan aphrodisiac. I’m so…” She groaned as she touched herself. “Aroused.”

So was he. Watching her circle her clit with a fingertip lit him up again. Another new experience. Usually, when he was done, it was done.

But this time, it was just the beginning.

Cyan buzzed with lust, her body quivering, her sex soaked. And it went next level when she focused on Stryke, how sexed-up he was, panting, jaw clenched, eyes drilling into her.

She needed him inside her. Right. This. Second.

“Stryke,” she rasped, “I need—”

She broke off as he hauled her off the floor, cupped her ass, and deposited her on some sort of machine casing. He stepped between her legs, the tip of his cock positioned at her aching sex.

“Need,” he asked, his voice husky and low, “orwant?”

“Both.” She arched into him, gasping as the head slid inside a fraction of an inch. She was on the verge of orgasm right now. If he so much as breathed—

He breathed.

She screamed.

Pleasuredestroyedher. Ecstasy was a firestorm that came in wave after wave, so intense she registered nothing else. She was dimly aware of Stryke churning between her thighs, caught in his own maelstrom of lust.

Her body demanded everything he could give her, and when he claimed her mouth in a hard, hot kiss, it triggered another series of platform-rocking orgasms.

She lost track of time. She lost track of her freakingmind. And when the storm finally eased, the orgasms coming less frequently, she couldn’t believe fifteen minutes had passed.

And Stryke had held her the entire time, his powerful arms caging her against his hard body, his cock filling her over and over.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice wonderfully exhausted.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured against his shoulder. “You?”

“I was thinking.”

She looked up at him. “You weren’t supposed to be thinking.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Then that’s okay.” She dropped her head back down to his shoulder and inhaled. He smelled like seawater and machinery, but beneath it was the dark, sensual scent unique to him. “What were you thinking?”

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