He laid her on the bed. “You’re my goddess of chaos.” Nikhil loomed over her, his eyes gleaming, his possessiveness exciting. “And my mate, the female I’m destined to love. I couldn’t live without you.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing and releasing, his grip intense.
“You almost died for me.” She stared up at him, awed by his strength, humbled by his devotion.
“Instead, I live for you, Violet.” He swept his calloused thumbs over her nipples, and she arched her back, pushed her breasts into his palms, his touch exquisite. “I embrace your chaos.” He bent his head and licked her.
“Yes.” Violet gripped his shoulders and drew him down on her. “Welcome the anarchy.” He swirled his tongue around her nipples, first one and then the other, alternating breasts, spreading the pleasure.
“Suck me into lawlessness.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, the strands as black as his tiger stripes. He complied, fixing his lips to her right nipple, feasting on her breast.
“Drag me into disorder.” Violet rocked her hips to the rhythm of his mouth, rubbing her clit over his cockhead, all of her pulsing -- her pussy, her breasts, her heart and her soul. Nikhil switched breasts, worshiping her with his lips, his tongue, the sharp nip of his teeth, and she basked in his adoration, writhing under him.
“Only you can make me this crazy.” Her voice grew husky, her fulfillment creeping closer, everything inside her tightening, tightening. “Nikhil.”
“Not yet.” He moved down her body, his lips sweeping across her fluttering stomach, his fingers parting her pussy lips, spreading her open to him. She trembled, struggling to control her rising passion, every touch stripping away the fragile strands of her control. “I want to savor your cream.”
He licked her folds, his tongue flat and tantalizingly rough, and swirled around her clit. Violet whimpered, biting down on her bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.
“Delicious,” Nikhil purred, gazing up at her with smoldering eyes, his eyelids partially lowered, his expression slumberous, pleased. She pleased him. Violet gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his golden skin as he swept her pussy once more, delving into the crevices as though searching for more of her cream.
“Come for me, Violet.” He paused over her clit, his tongue extended, and she tensed, unable to take more contact, more caresses. “Come now.” He slapped that pleasure center with his tongue and she screamed, bucking upward, her world spinning into the chaos she revered.
He fastened his lips to her entrance and sucked, drawing more moisture from her core, extending her orgasm, draining her dry. She rode his face, smacking her pussy against his lips, her thighs against his cheeks.
“Nikhil.” She sagged, her limbs lifeless, and he held her ass, drinking from her, his handsome face between her legs, his gaze fixed on her, gold sparking in his eyes. “I love you.”
Nikhil released his satisfied mate. “I love you too.” He braced his body over her still form and brushed his lips across hers, sharing the tantalizing taste of her pussy.
She smiled at him, adorably sleepy and sated. “Your turn.”
“I can wait.” He licked down her neck, following her jugular vein, her skin salty.
“Can you?” Violet reached between them and covered his hard shaft with her palms, the unexpected contact making his cock bob. “Relinquish your control, Nikhil.” She pumped him, and he groaned, lifting into her hands, his need for her almost unbearable.
As she worked him with her soft hands, he licked and nuzzled and sucked on her neck and shoulders, rubbing his scent into her pores, the primitive action pleasing his inner tiger. She pleased him, his mate, his sexy love, her softness enveloping his muscle, welcoming him.
With Violet, he could act freely, unleashing his animal, his wild nature. He moved faster and faster, precum forming on his cockhead, his balls aching. She accepted him -- all of him. In her eyes, he saw his future, the continuation of his species, a lifetime of happy chaos.
“Need… inside you.” He gritted his teeth, his tiger clawing his insides, fighting to be free. “Violet.” Nikhil grabbed her hips, his claws pricking her pale skin, and he flipped her over. She squealed, bouncing.
“You like me wild.” He drew her ass toward him, forcing her to her hands and knees. “This is me wild.” Nikhil spread her legs wider to accommodate him.
“Yes.” She bowed her spine, lifting her head proudly, her hair cascading over her back. “Fuck me as your tiger would.”
He prodded her pussy entrance with his cockhead, and her juices gushed around him, a testament to her arousal. She wanted this. She wanted him. Nikhil pushed into her and clenched his jaw, yearning to come immediately, Violet wet, hot, tight, and perfect, too perfect.
“Goddess,” he growled, burying himself up to his base.
“Savage.” Violet moaned, the erotic sound calling to his animal.
“I’ll show you savage.” He pulled out to his tip and slammed back into her, rocking her body forward, his grip on her hips preventing her escape. Nikhil plunged into her again and again and again, tearing cries from her throat, his hips, balls, and other points of impact heating, burning.
“Mine,” he declared, his vocabulary reduced to monosyllables. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He ravished her pussy. His only thought was to claim Violet, to bring them both satisfaction, to spill his seed into her.
She met him thrust for thrust, pushing back as he surged forward, her fingers curling into paws, his little human mate unconsciously mimicking his tiger form. The cat in him couldn’t resist her unspoken plea. He partially shifted, fur covering his body, a tail protruding from his ass, his cock thickening inside her.
“Mate.” Nikhil leaned over her, teasing her neck with his teeth, preparing her for his bite. She shivered, tremors shaking her body, and her pussy tightened around him even more, the friction driving him crazy.
Nikhil planted his elongated arms by her shoulders, caging her form with his, trapping her, claiming her. He fucked her hard, sliding his chest along her back, driving his cock into her pussy, not allowing her any refuge. She undulated like prey under him, her curves full and appetizing, trusting him not to hurt her.
He wouldn’t. He’d never hurt her. Violet was his to protect. His. Nikhil licked the base of her neck, and her quivering escalated, the vibrations around his cock dangling him over the edge. “Come for me, goddess,” he murmured.
“Nikhil.” Her voice stretched into a high-pitched whine of complete surrender.
Nikhil’s lips lifted into a pleased smile. “Come.” He thrust fully into her pussy and bit down on her neck, hard enough to mark her yet not breaking skin.
Violet screamed, rearing up violently, trying to escape his sexual assault, and Nikhil lost all his remaining control, clasping her neck with his teeth and her hips with his claws. He poured everything he had into her, fierce jets of cum spurting from his cock, his release dizzyingly intense.
She milked every last drop from him, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his shaft. He collapsed, unable to support his weight, flattening his smaller mate.
Violet mumbled a protest into the bedspread, and Nikhil rolled, wrapping his arms around her waist, taking her with him. “Better,” she murmured, sprawled over his now-human form.
“Perfect,” he corrected, brushing purple strands of hair away from her flushed face. “You’re perfect, goddess.” He touched the mark on her neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“I liked it.” She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. “Loved it.” She shivered, a smile lighting her beautiful face. “I love you, my savage billionaire.” She linked her fingers with his.
“My goddess of chaos.” Nikhil pressed his lips to her forehead, contentment shrouding his form, both his human businessman and wild tiger at peace, finding unity in her arms. “My everything.”
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at
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