Reign on Me

by Zoe Devereaux

  Their fractured breaths mingled in the small space that separated their lips. The agony of being apart and denying the inevitable, it couldn’t continue, she realized, letting the tears fall. And that soulful look in his eyes…it gave her strength to finally admit the painful truth.

  “I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to think about tomorrow,” she murmured with a distraught whisper. “I just want to be with you.”

  “Now is the only thing that matters,” he rasped again, and his head descended. “We are the only thing that matters.”

  As his lips touched hers, a broken sob left her.

  Their lips clung, broke apart, and then met again.

  On a ragged moan, they released the feelings that’d been suppressed for so long.

  He crushed her to him. She melted against his hard frame. Their tongue-thrashing kiss deepened, deepened to the point where they had no air left to breathe. Breath for breath---they clung for their very lives.

  The struggle was real.

  The struggle to get closer than close…

  To appease the deep need that they’d buried and had finally unleashed.

  Against her lips, he whispered her name, speaking all the words that she’d longed to hear since their separation. But, suddenly, the words, the open promises---it wasn’t enough for them to simply be voiced.

  She wanted and needed more.

  The yearning for his touch was overwhelming.

  Every tiny pinpoint in her skin flared in need.

  Deep inside, down to her inner core, she ached…

  The epicenter that contained her elements---physically, mentally, sensually, and emotionally---was no longer willing to bear her stinging self-betrayal against herself.

  This man---

  This incredible magnetic being…

  The one that the world said was all wrong…

  She loved him.

  No longer would she resist the pull.

  Releasing a desperate moan, she broke away from the kiss. Her passion-filled gaze was further bewitched by his.

  Stepping back slightly, biting her lip, she grasped the skirt’s hemline and slowly began inching it up her thighs. The skirt’s ascension ended once it reached her hips, and now her black underwear was exposed through the thin pantyhose.

  There was something especially liberating about the feel of the fabric against her skin, she mulled, turning her back to him. It only fueled her heady desire even more. To no surprise, he understood her silent and provocative suggestion.

  When he pulled her backside against his hard body, she released a pent-up moan.

  “Don’t you fucking tease me like that,” he rasped unsteadily and stroked his hard body against her hips. A low growl escaped him before he could contain it. “You know how much I fucking want you.”

  “Please touch me. Touch me in the only way that you can.”

  “I can do that,” he taunted her wickedly, slipping his large hands beneath her skirt, and then carried them to her hips. As he did, she shivered in anticipation at what lay ahead, fully knowing that he’d destroy her inhibitions totally. “…and so much more…tell me what you fucking want.”

  “You…I want you.”

  “Don’t you know that you’ve always had me?” he demanded roughly, yet with a subtle gentleness that was damning. As his fingers traced along her skin, she shivered in anticipation. “Right from the very beginning, I was yours.”

  A ripple of pleasure stole her at his words, and she released an agonized plea wrought with sexual tension. “Oh, Christopher, I need you so much.”

  “And I need you.”

  Breathing her name, he kneaded the sides of her hips, taunting her with wicked promises. The thin stockings were hardly a barrier against his searing touch, for she felt it directly against her skin. Grasping the stocking’s upper lining, he slowly began peeling the delicate fabric from her heated flesh. Little by little, inch by inch, he prolonged the teasing sensations as he removed them.

  The pantyhose pooled in a silent heap at her feet.

  Her trembling plea slipped from her lips. “Christopher.”

  Her flesh was hot.

  Needing…

  Wanting…

  Seeking…

  His touch…

  The very moment his hands met her bare thighs, she realized it.

  His touch was feather light as he grazed his fingers along her flesh, teasing her mercilessly, and he dared her to plead for more.

  She did…

  Her trembling hands covered his, and as they did, his hold tightened along her skin. The touch was so dangerous that she couldn’t help but tremble in need. “Please touch me,” she whispered brokenly, seizing a frantic breath. “Play with me…I want you to put your hand inside of me. I need you.”

  “Sweet fuck. Foreplay with you is like a full-on fuck. I can’t breathe around you let alone think.” He breathed the raspy words against her nape, and she sensed a virile wickedness. “You want me at your complete mercy, don’t you? You want me to exist in the world of torment where you’re the only thing that I think about day in and day out. You want my cock to belong to you and not me.” He hauled in a ragged breath at his own words. “I can easily tell you this…it is yours.” A shiver racked through her as he nipped her tender flesh, leaving a sting of pleasure. Again, he tantalized her further into their dark obsession as his hands moved, only to slide the skirt’s zipper down. Yet, he took his time as he pushed the skirt down her hips. His hot breath bathed her skin again, and as he tugged her earlobe into his hot mouth, he elicited her soft moan. “And there’s one thing that I always want you to remember.”

  The skirt pooled at her feet.

  Breathless, she stared across the room dazed, lost, and needy. Her anticipation rose to unbelievable heights. “What?” she whispered, distraught, feeling the tension rising inside her body, though he’d yet to touch her there. Even though, now, she was only clothed in the white blouse and black cotton panties, she was afire. There was something so keenly gratifying about being partially clothed and being drawn into a sensual trap. The near nakedness caused her to hover on the fringes of both reality and madness at the same time. Somewhere within the void, those different elements would eventually collide. Blindingly, she sought him out with a desperate plea. “Please tell me.”

  His next confession rocked her to the core

  “You belong to me,” he growled roughly, and behind her, his hard body quaked. “I know it….you know it…” He seized a ragged breath as he slipped a hand beneath her black cotton panties. Cursing softly under his breath again, he eagerly sought her hot wetness, and a satisfied growl left him as he found it. “…your fucking body knows it.”

  At the feel of his wicked touch, she cried out. “Reign.”

  “Yes, sweet love. You’ve found him again. The beast inside of me, you’ve awakened him. There are no rules. There’s no such thing as right or wrong. Pleasure and sin are the only thing that part of me knows,” he rasped lowly at her ear, and then laved the outer edges of it with his tongue. With a single finger, he stroked her inner labia deep, and the shocks of pleasure reverberated through her body. He tightened his arm around her waist like a strong band, clasping her badly trembling body against his, and absorbed her helpless, needy reaction. “Now, you have to pay the penance.”

  Paying the penance…she was…

  For every time she jutted her hips forward against his hand, shamelessly seeking his every stroke, she was hurling herself headfast into a dark abyss of sinful pleasure. The very moment she covered her hand with his and held it firmly against her, she destroyed herself further. When her seeping wetness bathed his fingers…when her tight muscles clenched about them…she’d wielded her own imprisonment. But, the inner tension…the one that arrived and peaked at his deepest intrusion inside her body…it was the most damning thing yet. For it was then that she selfishly, desperately, and willingly embraced the dark sinful destruction.

  As the orgasm rocked
her system, she cried out, all the while clutching her thighs tightly about his hand. Sobbing softly, replete, she sagged against him weakly. But, he wasn’t intent upon any diversion from their sensual play, she realized as he whirled her around to face him. As he backed away from her, she sensed his virile, dangerous hunger.

  Their passion-drugged gazes held.

  No words were needed.

  No words were spoken.

  Just as she reached for the top button on her blouse, he reached for the one on his shirt. Slowly, watching each other, they freed every tiny button that acted as a barrier. As she pushed the blouse from her shoulders, he shrugged off his. Upon discovering that she wore nothing beneath the blouse, he inhaled a sharp breath.

  And his eyes, she marveled in a dazed wonder, they were blazing a visual path along her heated body. There wasn’t a single word to describe his blatant look of hunger. It was that mysterious and wondrous.

  Yet, her body understood the silent language.

  Taking in a breathless gasp, she grasped her nape.

  Her plump breasts seemed fuller.

  Maybe, it was because her nipples were budded so tightly. Maybe, it was because she wanted him to put his lips there, to suck the tiny, pebbled orbs inside his hot mouth. Or just maybe, it was because all too soon she was feeling that familiar ache---the one that only he could appease. Perhaps, though, it was the deafening silence that was slaying her sanity. Within the quiet noise, she heard her very heartbeat, and it was beating because of him.

  But, yet…

  Of all the things that her mind conjured, as powerful as they were---

  They hardly rivaled the most potent factor yet.

  It was his look.

  The look of raging hunger, need, and longing…

  It slay her.

  Though, he had yet to touch her, she felt it against her skin.

  Beholden, her eyes followed his next actions.

  He dropped his hands to his waist, only to slowly unbuckle the leather belt. Inch by inch, he freed it from the belt loops until it was left dangling in his hand. Like a skillful predator about to catch his prey, he advanced towards her, all the while twisting the belt until it was like a taut string.

  When he stopped before her, she was barely breathing. As he grasped her hands in his, she stayed mute, willingly allowing him to secure the thin leather belt about her wrists. Carefully, he positioned her arms in front of her before stepping back. A primal look seized his features as his eyes swept over her slowly. When their gazes met again, the sexual tension exuded between them, and then, he stole her thoughts with his dangerous warning. “In any way and every way, I’m going to fuck you.”

  The statement was a winning one, she realized, magnetized by his every move. Because her wild desire and obsession for him---it increased ten-fold. With growing fascination, she watched as he scooped the pantyhose from the floor. Turning, he faced her before sauntering towards her again.

  His every step…

  The movement that brought him closer…

  She found herself on the brink of a startling discovery.

  Clarity breathed within her befuddled sexual thoughts.

  This wildness…

  The unpredictable nature of this very man…

  It made her alive.

  As he halted before her, she breathed him in again.

  Slowly, and ever so erotically, he brushed the pantyhose along her face. “You’re everything to me,” he whispered hoarsely, drawing closer to her. “With my touch, I’m going to prove those very words. Let me worship you.”

  His lips met her nape, kissing a treacherous path along it, and the while, he freed the bun that was carefully pinned in place. He let out a satisfied groan as her thick tresses were freed. “Princess,” he rasped again, burying his face in the soft tresses. “I’ve missed holding you and touching you like this.”

  Then, subduing her with a gentle touch, he carefully wound the pantyhose along her head, shielding her eyes against the world around her. His dangerous touch was the only vision that he wanted her to rely on. “You okay?” he breathed heavily. “It’s not too tight, is it?”

  She licked her lips nervously. “No.”

  “I don’t want you to be afraid,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’d die before doing anything to hurt you.”

  “I know that,” she whispered in turn. “It’s just that I want to be with you so much. So much that I can’t think about anything but you---”

  Clasping the back of her head, he brought their mouths back together again, ending any further words that she would’ve said. As his tongue slipped inside her mouth, she parted it wider, seeking the very taste of him. In one fluid movement, he swept her up in his arms before making his way towards the stairs. She buried her face in his nape, silently, but eagerly anticipating what’d come next.

  A quiet moment later, they reached his bedroom. After kicking the door closed with his foot, he carried her across the room. Without saying a word, he lowered her to the floor before moving away from her.

  Breathing softly, she listened to the quiet movements and pondered his actions. A wild thrill chased through her at the mere thought of her predicament. She was totally and completely at his mercy, she mulled, biting her bottom lip. Though the pantyhose were thin, she couldn’t see anything past them. The belt was wrapped around her wrists, and she had no doubt that it was properly secured.

  Her breathing quickened.

  Being masked and subdued only heightened the allure.

  She sensed his presence as he stopped behind her.

  Whispering softly, he brushed her hair aside before kissing a trail along the back of her nape. Then, grasping her chin, he angled her head in his direction before claiming her lips in a deep soul-wrenching kiss. Her mouth parted wider, allowing his deep intrusion. For every breath that she gasped, he stole the desperate sound, obliterating any and all of her defenses. Weakened beyond redemption, she turned towards him blindingly, relishing in the mental and physical bondage.

  “Let me worship you,” he whispered hoarsely, breaking away just enough that only air escaped between them. “Be with me in the barest of ways where there are no barriers between us.”

  “I need you,” she whispered in turn, brushing a soft kiss against his lips, and then another, and another. “I want you.”

  Her words were a bold encouragement.

  As he swept her in his arms again, she sensed a different urgency between, one that’d never existed before. It was if their obsession had magnified exponentially, and now it was being scrutinized under a fine looking glass, exposing its barest qualities.

  The cool sheets met her heated skin as he laid her crossways on the bed. His shadow bathed her as he leaned forward, bracing his arms alongside her body. Once more, he kissed her deeply before pulling away. “Raise your arms over your head and keep them there. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

  Nodding weakly, the slave that she was to him, she did as he bade.

  His actions and movements were subtle. But, not so much that she couldn’t hear the opening of drawers or the rustling of the drapes as they closed. There was the sound of an object meeting the top of the nightstand and something being unscrewed. Obviously, it was some type of scented oil, a mixture of lavender and eucalyptus, she surmised, catching a whiff of the pleasing aroma.

  Then, the silence came.

  It lingered for more than just a moment.

  Yet, it hardly disguised his attempt to disarm her totally.

  She wet her lips.

  Her shallow breathing quickened with the rise and fall of her chest.

  Their sexual tension was taut like a tightened bow string, and easily it signified that they’d met the breaking point. There was no turning back. There was no more running away.

  That solid truth weakened her.

  She whimpered in need. “Christopher.”

  His voice was sexy and low. “What, baby?”

  Her voice trembled. “Please come to
me.”

  A breathless gasp left her as he hauled her forward until her hips rested near the edge of the mattress. Grasping her left leg, he raised it slightly before bracing it against his body. Biting her lip, fighting to hold back her soft pants, she absorbed the shards of pleasure as he supped each toe into his hot mouth, leaving them bathed in a dewy wetness. Then, in a daring dance, his tongue slid along her sole, sending a shiver skittering down her spine. In deep circular strokes, with his hands, he massaged the high arches before rubbing her heels. The warm oil soothed her skin as he richly laved her foot with it. His hands journeyed along her calf, kneading the tense muscle until it was fluid, and left a fine sheen of the warm oil along her skin. As he lowered her leg to the bed, she inhaled a sharp breath. But, she lost it again as he lifted the other and mimicked the same pleasurable actions.

  Murmuring unintelligibly, he edged closer to the bed, this time until he was positioned between her spread thighs. “I love the sweet smell of your fucking heat,” he growled roughly, gripping his fingers into her thighs, and then his hands traveled upward until they met the ribbed band of her black panties. As he tugged on the delicate undergarment, she lifted her hips, allowing him to peel them off. Then, gently, he lowered her legs to the bed again. Still, though, she sensed his virile, masculine power and his barely controlled restraint. “I can’t wait to get a taste.”

  She shivered against the cool sheets.

  Now, she was completely nude.

  Bare and open for his visual pleasure.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed hoarsely, dropping to his knees, and his raspy breathing bathed her flesh. Grasping her knees, he pushed her thighs wide apart. A satisfied growl left him as he speared a path through the fine pubic hairs that dusted her sex with his fingers. A helpless shudder coursed through her as he parted the thin lips, exposing the thin slit within. Against the sensitive flesh, his hot breath seared her. The sexual heat amplified as he drew closer, only to dip his tongue inside, sending it in a dizzying motion along the side of the thin slit. The caress was sinful and dangerous at once, and it easily convoluted her already scattered thoughts.