Page 31 of His Temptation

“Already so wet for me,” he murmured against her throat, his breath a wicked caress. “Tell me, kitten—while you stood besideme at the altar, did you think about this? Did you wonder what it would feel like when I finally took you?”

A strangled sound escaped her lips, her thighs parting of their own accord. She told herself it was instinct, that it was her body responding, not her mind, not her will. But deep down, she knew better.

Daragh's teeth grazed the shell of her ear, his voice a dark promise. “I won’t stop until you scream my name.”

He rose up above her, looking down as he stripped out of his clothes and covered her with his body. Siobhan gasped, her nails dragging down his back as he slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, coaxing her open. His thumb circled her most sensitive point, his pace excruciatingly slow, teasing her with the pleasure he controlled.

Her body jerked in response, her breath a desperate, ragged thing.

Daragh’s lips skimmed the curve of her jaw, his tone nothing but command. “That’s it, kitten. Let go.”

Siobhan clenched her teeth, trying to fight the inevitable, trying to hold on to the defiance that had defined her for so long. But it was useless.

Because her body knew.

Daragh knew.

And tonight, he was going to make damn sure she never forgot it.

Pleasure surged through her body as he played like a virtuoso played a violin. Heat pooled in her belly and spiraled lower. She’d always enjoyed sex, but nothing she had ever experienced had prepared her for this.

"Daragh, no" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears, as she tried to push him away.

“Yes, kitten. I will make you yowl like an alley cat before I make you purr,” he rumbled.

It was as if she could feel his voice seeping into her pores and permeating her skin. His touch left trails of fire down her skin as he kissed her until she was breathless before leaning down to take a nipple between his teeth, gently biting down and sending a jolt of pleasured pain through her that made her gasp and moan incoherently.

With one hand still firmly between her legs, he used the other to fist her hair, giving it a gentle tug as he whispered in her ear, his eyes burning into hers, “Come for me now."

With that command, she did, her body shaking with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through her. Her orgasm was intense, a result of his ability to keep her on the edge of sexual arousal without ever touching her, combined with the knowledge that Daragh was eager to wring his own pleasure from her. Siobhan was certain a claiming bite wouldn’t be far behind.

As she came down from the high, Daragh took his hand away from her wet core. He pressed his cock against her; the head sliding easily into her entrance. He pushed harder, filling her completely with his thick shaft. She gasped at the feel of him inside her, so hard and hot. She could feel the nubs beginning to erupt along his shaft and knew that before the night was through, he would allow the barbs to score her pussy in the sensation she had heard described as exquisitely painful.

He started to move, thrusting slowly at first, building up speed as he watched her writhe beneath him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, never letting go even as their bodies slapped together in rhythm. Every thrust sent sparks coursing through her veins, making her want him more and more until she was moaning again—a combination of pain and pleasure that only he could elicit from her.

She looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with desire. "Harder," she begged him softly, loving and hating in equalmeasure how he dominated her. He grinned, and without pause, he obliged. His rhythm intensified; his thrusts became deeper and more powerful now, each one hitting her sweet spot just right to induce another orgasm within moments of the first one subsiding.

And so they continued, Daragh pounding into her relentlessly while she clung to him for dear life, both of them seeking release in the primal bond they shared and which Daragh would complete that night. Once it was done, she would never be free of him, even if she could escape—the pair bond would always be there. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and intoxicating. In that moment, she was completely and utterly under his control, and she reveled in that knowledge.

Siobhan had never truly pondered the notion of being claimed by an alpha male—panther or otherwise. She’d always known that not all couples secured the eternal, unbreakable bond spoken of in storied fables. Many she-cats she’d encountered lacked the indelible mark on their necks, a silent testament to being claimed.

In one fierce, unexpected moment, Daragh yanked free from her embrace and rolled her onto her belly. Without hesitation, he thrust a pillow beneath her hips, arching her body so that her rear became the pinnacle of her form. Dropping to her side, he positioned himself between her spread thighs and delivered a stinging, thunderous slap to her left cheek. The sharp, jolting sound was a mere prelude to the volcanic pain that erupted instantly where his hand had struck. Before she could cry out or even register the shock, a second, then a third, and a fourth brutal strike rained down upon her. Each forceful blow ignited a searing ache deep within her, merging agony with an overwhelming, fiery arousal that defied her understanding.

"How exquisite your bottom appears, brushed in tender shades of pink," he murmured darkly, "and I believe your desire is in full, fervent bloom."

Before she could form a protest, his hand connected a fifth time, silencing her with its raw intensity. She attempted to rise, but he seized her by the nape of her neck, pinning her forcefully to the pillows. With his free hand, he gripped her hip to secure his dominance as he straddled her from behind. An intoxicating mix of surprise and raw, animalistic pleasure spilled from her lips as he breached her core. His enormous cock, adorned with jagged, raised nubs, invaded her fully, an unmistakable promise of his intent to claim her in the ancient, primal manner of their kind.

Though ignited by a ferocious passion, Daragh did not rush. With deliberate, almost methodical slowness, he began to thrust, each measured motion sending him deeper before gently drawing back. His control was absolute; the barbs along his length had yet to be unleashed in full fury.

Her moans, purrs, and whispered pleas filled the space, a desperate surrender to the man before her—a man she realized she craved more than anyone ever before. A low, guttural growl reverberated through him as he surged inward, drawing forth an earth-shattering orgasm that rippled through her. Siobhan’s cry of climax bore witness to the overwhelming intimacy as he filled her completely, his thrust reaching the base of his colossal cock.

"Good kitten," he purred with a predatory tenderness that belied the intensity of his actions.

He remained in place, allowing her body to slowly adjust to the sheer magnitude of him as he pulsed inside her, guiding her to embrace and accommodate every inch of his formidable presence. Yet, the stillness was unbearable—a brief pause that only further stoked the inferno within her. She yearned for more, aching for his relentless tempo. She longed to feel everypowerful thrust within her, to be utterly possessed as his teeth dug into the tender nape of her neck, marking her soul with the ancient, unbreakable bond.

Gripping her hips with an unyielding force, Daragh pressed the protruding barbs against the delicate, soaked skin of her heated entrance. With brutal precision, he dragged himself back, eliciting a shriek as she convulsed in another wave of climax. Never had she experienced the raw, searing sensation of a panther’s barbs scoring her inner depths. Barely catching her breath, she barely had time to recover before he drove forward once again. He flattened the barbs against his length, only to withdraw and let them stiffen, inflicting an agonizing, yet intoxicating burn that etched itself onto her tender flesh time and again.

He drove into her, a brutal rhythm taking hold, one that was raw, savage, and fueled by a primal need to possess. Every thrust was a blend of exquisite agony and ecstasy, his cock ramming against that secret spot inside her, pushing her to the edge of sanity. He loomed over her, his body a relentless force, pistoning into her with no mercy, no respite from the orgasms that crashed through her like storm waves. Fear clutched her as she felt her body tense, bracing for the inevitable, but he fucked the dread out of her, his relentless claiming leaving no room for doubt.

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