Page 23 of Venice Heat (Urban Heat 2)

“Shh, it’s okay. Feel me,” he soothed.

Shae punched his shoulder, almost sobbing. “You don’t understand. I can’t take it. I’m o

n fire. If you don’t do it rough, I’m going to snap. I have to have it. I think I’m going to lose my mind.”

He let her ramble on and on, but still he kept to his unhurried pace, making love to her rather than fucking the way she begged him to do. Why now did he find the control to be gentle when she needed his body like she needed air to breathe? He wouldn’t let her move on her own or allow her to sit up so she could ride him like a show pony. He kept her sealed to his chest, using one arm as if she didn’t warrant all his strength. She fought him and smacked his face. He rolled them on the bed until he was above her. He raised one of her thighs higher and sank deep into her pussy. She pleaded.

“Eiji, you’re torturing me. I’m coming!”

An orgasm rocked her. Muscles in her core spasmed over and over again, and the thrill took her ability to speak. Eiji kept pumping, which was a good thing because the thirst hadn’t died out. If anything, it grew worse. Her clit buzzed, sensitive and swollen. Her juices flowing didn’t affect the tightness of her pussy. The walls clenched around his dick, milking it in a silent plea to be used and abused.

Eiji sat up and raised her legs. He clenched them at the backs of her thighs and pushed so her knees touched her shoulders and her ass came up off the bed. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stop.”

She stared mesmerized as his cock disappeared between her nether lips and drew out, long and fat, before driving in again. His member glistened with her come, and the sight brought on a small aftershock of an orgasm. Still, her body refused to acknowledge satisfaction.

Eiji pulled out until just the tip of his dick pierced her. He paused, and she screamed. He drove forward at a snail’s pace, but when he buried the extent of himself inside, he thumped tight against her opening. She keened and scratched at the sheets.

“Again,” she pleaded.

He gave her what she wanted. For an hour he took her that way, in that position, never once breaking his rhythm. How? Was this the ability of just the wolf shifter or all of them? Eiji turned her to her side and closed her legs together. The move made him a snugger fit, and she moaned, giving in to the pleasure but needing more.

“W-Why?” She covered his hand with hers at her hip. He drove deep into her and took away her ability to resist. She lay open to him, exposed, his to do with what he chose. He leaned forward and let her feel some of his weight, heavy and hard. He curved above her length, sealing them together and grinding on her ass. Quakes went off in her belly and extended to her arms and legs. She came, but the orgasm was to such a degree that it knocked out reasonable thought. All she knew was him, the way he moved and the soft words he spoke as he pleasured her. Even when he lapsed into Japanese, he held her captive.

Somehow Shae knelt on her knees, ass in the air, head on the pillow. Packaging tore open, and a condom snapped into place. He hadn’t used one all this time. “There’s no danger,” he said as if in answer to her mental question.

He curved over her length, and fingers found her wet pussy. She shuddered in ecstasy when he pushed them between her folds, coating his digits with her thick cream. He pulled out and wove into her anus. She clenched her teeth together and arched into his touch. Over and over he worked her back entrance, until her muscles loosened. Then he pulled his fingers free and threaded the tip of his cock into the narrow opening. She grabbed his wrist, and he paused. Her eyes shut, she felt his gaze on her, and then his lips touched hers. They kissed for long moments, their tongues curling together. He strummed her nipple with the pad of a thumb and whispered encouragement in her ear.

Holding her close as if she were a treasured gift, he eased deeper inside her, one slow inch at a time. Shae trembled. Her desire shot up a few degrees even as she didn’t think it could get any hotter. This virus would kill her in the end but still leave her unsatisfied, feverish for more and more sex.

When Eiji seated himself to the hilt, he turned them both to their sides, and he snuggled behind her. Relaxed and tender, he made love to her from behind. She clung to his arms enfolding her middle and matched him thrust for thrust. Her ass pushed out, a thrill raced over her being each time he thumped her full to capacity.

“I think I can’t…I can’t get enough,” she panted. “It won’t stop. I want to come and come. Eiji—”

“Shh, I will satisfy you, Shae. Yakusoku. I promise.”

* * * *

At seven in the evening, Shae left the bed and stood in the shower. Water hot as she could stand it ran over her skin. Her nipples pebbled, and her pussy clenched. Eiji had taken her until she’d fainted from exhaustion. He had lasted longer than her, and they’d gone on for hours. Still, right now the thirst burned. She faced the wall and flattened her hands on the surface before resting her forehead between them and shut her eyes. Not until the heat of his body warmed hers did she realize Eiji was there. His thigh brushed her ass. He touched her hips on both sides and nuzzled her neck.

Shae found his mouth and kissed him hungrily. After some time, they broke apart, both panting and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Does he know about this too?”

“He does.”

She turned to face him and traced droplets of water over his chest, down his belly, and into his crotch. His skin, so taut and warm beneath her touch, drew her lips to taste him. She dropped to her knees and kissed his thigh. The muscle twitched, and she licked the spot again. When she went after his cock, he drew her away and made her stand.

“Why won’t you let me suck you?” she complained.

“Not now.”

“Why?”

He lowered to his knees and drew her close. The next instant her legs were wrapped around his head, and he buried his mouth between them, eating her flowing juices. She rode his face, tangling her fingers in his hair with one hand and holding on to the wall with the other. Eiji brought her to multiple orgasms, and only when she threatened to faint again did he let her down. She stood in front of him, unmoving, while he washed her length, rinsed the suds away, and then lathered her skin again. When she smelled of a sweet but subtle fragrance, he cleaned himself and turned the water off. She left the shower cocooned in a thick white towel, held in his arms.

Shae sat on the bed lotioning her skin while Eiji made dinner. When he returned to the bedroom, they ate together in silence. She made no comment to the fact that neither of them had put on clothes, but since her wayward body simmered on low heat as if it intended to blaze up at any second, she thought he might accommodate her later.

Sometime after twelve it happened, and Eiji pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. The bed squeaked on its springs for the rest of the night, and no sound punctuated the air in the room other than her and Eiji’s moans for hours on end.

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