Free The Mating Project by Sam Crescent

heavy shaft
nudging her entrance. She was so wet and ready for him, that he slipped in with
only the barest hint of resistance from her swollen tissues, and they both
groaned when he bottomed out inside of her.
    "Yes,
oh, yes…"
    Maria
sighed and pleaded, as Silas pulled almost all the way out again and then
slammed home with enough force to pummel her into the wall. She would carry
bruises in the morning, and that thought made her smile and her cat purred in
delight.
    "You're
so fucking tight around my cock, baby. I was going to do this slow , but fuck … I can't. Jesus, yes, work my cock, little cat. You want this so bad, don't you?"
    Silas's
grunted words into her neck as he slammed in and out of her cunt turned Maria
on even more, and her cat took over. She tightened her internal muscles around
him and locked her thighs around his waist, drawing him in deeper with every
thrust. Her claws sprang free, and her jaw ached as her canines lengthened, and
she gave into instinct and bit down hard on the soft tissues in his shoulder.
    Her
orgasm swept through her, and she yanked her hands free, as her claws tore
through her restraints. The fabric of her blouse gave way, and she buried her
fingers in his hair. The coppery taste of Silas's sweet blood filled her mouth,
and he roared his own release, as his hips went crazy, pistoning his dick in and out of her.
    With
his jeans still around his knees he lost his footing, and the two went down on
the floor with a thump. The action drove him even deeper into her body,
triggering another orgasm, and Maria released her hold on his neck and let her
cat roar in triumph. It shook the floor and the windows rattled, as she bounced
on his cock, ruthlessly pursuing her own pleasure. Her distorted voice changed
to her screaming his name, as she hit her last peak, and collapsed on top of
him.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Fuck , he'd died and
gone to heaven. Silas was surprised he could even form that thought, and
judging by the tremors still shaking Maria's body, she was in the same limbless
state he was in. Everything ached, yet he'd never felt better in his life.
Sensations seemed heightened. The breeze coming in through the still open
window stirred his senses, and brought with it the scent of roses, lavender,
and the climbing ivy that trailed up the side of the flats. He could hear the
distant tinkle of a neighbor's pond in her garden, the hum of traffic, and most
importantly Maria's worry. It wrapped itself around his senses like a heavy
cloak, and he had the oddest impression that he could hear her thoughts if he
really tried hard.
    What
the fuck was that about? He moved slightly to relieve the ache in his back,
where the rug had bunched up under him when he fell. What a fucking dumbass he
was. Residual pain from his shoulder flared up, and Silas froze just as Maria
sat up and regarded him from under her long lashes. With her hair hanging loose
around her face, her color high from their intense session, and worry lines
creating a deep groove between her pretty eyebrows, she had never looked more
beautiful to him, or more deadly.
    Her
gaze darted to his shoulder, and Silas swore.
    "You
fucking bit me."
    She
flinched and looked so miserable he wanted to punch something.
    "I'm
sorry. I couldn't help myself. Does it hurt?"
    Silas
bit back the angry retort bubbling on his tongue and then held his breath when
she leant down and licked her bite. The rough texture of her tongue created
tingles that shot straight to his softening cock still inside her body, and the
damn thing hardened instantly.
    Maria
inhaled sharply and gave the tiniest wriggle as her internal muscles clenched
around his dick. Silas couldn't resist temptation and flexed his hips. A hiss
escaped her, and Silas flipped her over. Pinned underneath him she looked good
enough to eat, and he allowed himself another thrust into the tight clasp of
her body, before he withdrew and swore.
    Maria
tensed underneath him, and this time he heard her