Reign on Me

by Zoe Devereaux

  “Oh…oh…oh…” she gasped softly, mouth gaped open wide, and her spine arched in response. The pleasurable delirium was indescribable, holding no context except in the amount of intense pleasure that it wrought. Her breathless gasps intensified and increased with his every stroke. “Oh….oh….oh…”

  His tongue dipped inside her wet well, burying deep until his mouth was fully wide open against her hot wetness. Though she fought to hold on, she couldn’t, she sobbed wildly, shuddering against the sheets as the orgasm rocked her. But, rather than straying away, he maintained his position, supping the wetness into his hot mouth.

  An earth shattering scream was ripped from her lungs.

  The bondage…his domination…it made her release all the more powerful.

  Sobbing her pleasure, she called his name again and again.

  “Call out my name because yours will never die upon my lips. We both know the truth. I’m your obsession just as you are mine,” he vowed hoarsely, rising up from the floor, and braced her legs against his hips. “We’re going to feed that fucking monster until the rest of the world knows that we belong together.”

  His dangerous words only fueled her fire. “Please…please…” she pleaded in broken gasps, writhing against the sheets, and then raised her hips in a blatant invitation. “I need you inside of me.”

  “Sweet fuck, princess,” he cursed violently, gripping her thighs roughly, and his hard body quaked as he seized a breath. Taking a shaky hand, he slid the zipper down on the trousers, just low enough to free his cock. “What in the hell are you doing to me? I’m blind to everything but my need for you.”

  Their breaths came hard and fast as he edged closer, drawing her to him until his throbbing cock met her wet heat. She spread her thighs farther apart to accommodate him more, and her dangerous movement only spurred the heated tension.

  His body quaked against hers as he sheathed himself inside of her. “Princess,” he rasped in pleasurable agony, holding deathly still inside of her, even as the hard shudders racked through his body. “We’ll always be one.”

  The single deep thrust that he gave drove the point home.

  A spasm of pleasure ripped through her body.

  Blindingly intense upon the impact…

  It was the only thing that she craved.

  Pleading, panting, needing, she begged for more. “Take me…please…”

  Grasping the side of her hips, he drove into her hard and fast, and his guttural grunts were uncontrollable. Her wild sobs were frantic as she pushed her hips forward, bringing their bodies into as close as contact possible. Then, he damaged her further as he slowed their pace, sliding in and out of her with perfect precision. The agonizing, slow pace was more than she could bear, for her control broke apart at the seams. Sensing her distress, embracing his own, he buried himself inside her to the hilt and quickened his thrusts.

  Their mutual cries were primal.

  Gut-wrenchingly soulful and real…

  Together, they reached the peak and allowed their violent releases to come, willingly and selfishly hurling themselves into their dark paradise.

  Chapter 30

  The early dawn hours crept in along with their reigning passion. Beneath the sheets, their sweat-glistened bodies molded tightly together as they made love. A blinding moment later, satisfied and replete, they collapsed against each other in the bed. As he tucked the sheet around their nude bodies, she snuggled closer to him. “What time is it?” she asked quietly, tilting her head back, and snuck a peek at him. At his roguish grin, she grew warm all over. “It doesn’t appear to be too late.”

  Shrugging, he traced a lazy design on her back. “Five or six a.m. probably.” He rested his chin against her head. “Why?” he asked before teasing. You’re eager to get away from me or something?”

  Smiling, she jabbed his rib playfully and relaxed against him further. “No. That’s not it,” she murmured, growing serious all of a sudden. Resting her head against his shoulder, she stared across the lightening bedroom. “Christopher, what are we going to do?”

  Tightening his hold, he sighed. “There’s only thing that we can do, and that’s tell the truth. Many people will be disappointed and hurt. But, we can’t live our lives based on what others want. Hell, haven’t we done that long enough?”

  “You’re right. We have to tell Richard the truth.” The bright tears shimmered in her eyes. “Even from the beginning, I was using him to get over you. What I’ve done to him, leading him on like that---it’s not right. I’m a horrible person.”

  “Hey, listen to me,” he murmured gently, rolling her onto her back. As he loomed over her, he stared into her face. “You don’t have it in you to be a bad person. You’re beautiful on the inside and the out. It’s not like you planned this. Circumstances far out of our control have been at work here, even from the beginning, and shit just went wrong. Part of the reason we’re here at this point is because of our desire not to hurt anyone. But, not only are we hurting them, we’re hurting ourselves.” He sighed hard with regret. “If there’s an asshole in this situation, it’s me. Once I realized that you were the woman that he was with, I should’ve walked away---”

  Her agonized cry left her. “No, don’t say that. If you’d walked away--we wouldn’t be here---loving each other. I can’t bear the thought of not being with you. Those months that we were apart, it nearly killed me. As much as I’ve tried to fight against it, I can’t anymore.” She bit her trembling lips. “I love you so much it hurts.”

  “I love you, too, princess,” he whispered soulfully. As his head lowered, his shadow blocked out the burgeoning light of day. Already, their desire was flaring up again. “No matter what happens, there’s nothing that will ever change that fact.”

  Releasing a deep moan, she eagerly went into his arms. As his hard body covered hers, she cradled him in her heat. Thrust for thrust, she rose and met them. Then, as he rolled onto his back, he carried her with him, and she easily fell into the upper straddling position. As he jutted his hips upward, she met his every thrust with wild and breathless pants.

  But, it was she who became the aggressor as she bucked her hips forward, hastening their pace until a feral growl was ripped from him. Gripping her butt cheeks firmly, breathing hard and fast, he forced their heated bodies closer.

  Their gazes locked.

  They defied the need to look away and embrace their pleasure selfishly.

  In a mutual visual lockdown, they chased the blind wonder.

  Over and over, he pounded into her deep.

  The strain shone on his face as he watched her, and there was no disguising his pleasure. Spurred by the fiery look, she rode him harder and faster, working her hips more frantically, all in a desperate attempt to bring on his sensual destruction. His body quaked against hers violently as he struggled for control. But, the lost look of wonder on his handsome visage belied his attempts. Finally, a crippled cry of pleasure was ripped from him. “I fucking need you so much.”

  Yet, he was intent on causing irreparable damage to her heart, mind, body, and soul. The daring challenge gleamed in his eyes as his hold tightened. As he pummeled into her, ripping a breathless gasp from her at every jab, she sensed his purpose---to make her beholden to him and only him…

  Through the passionate haze, she realized the valid truth.

  He was hers.

  She was his.

  In their coupling, there were only their dark needs.

  Raw, primal, and animalistic…

  Unbridled, untamed, and uncontrollable...

  The intensity of the moment became too great.

  The stinging pleasure was overwhelming.

  “Christopher…oh…oh…I love you…” she sobbed wildly, cupping her left breast with a badly trembling hand, and kneaded it deep. But, nothing could erase the thundering and pleasuring madness, she realized, panting breathlessly. Even as she gripped the sheets with a vice hold, she couldn’t halt the rising rush. Even as her head fell bac
k, she couldn’t see past the glorious wonder.

  As he reared up fast to a sitting position, clenching her tightly against his hard body, her strangled cry breached past her endless gasps. Her body trembled all over as she sobbed in pleasure. “Christopher…”

  For now, he was deep inside of her.

  So deep, that she was full of him.

  Skin to skin…

  Body contact, intensely tight…

  His hot mouth closed about her breast, suckling the tiny orb until it hardened further. Gasping wildly, whispering incoherent nothings, she clasped the back of his head and held it there, too desperate and needy for the very touch that’d been denied her for so long.

  The sweat glistened on their skin.

  The silence was killed.

  Only the noise of their lovemaking filled the space.

  A violent tremble racked through her, just as his hard body jerked against hers.

  Together, they claimed the glory.

  ***

  On Saturday, the next morning, it was late afternoon before they made it out of bed. A mutual shower had led to a steamy encounter that’d turned into a full out sexual soiree. By 3:30 pm, they’d finally decided to enjoy the pleasures of the outside world.

  Sighing, relaxing against the iron-wrought chair at the open café, she smiled contentedly before perusing over the menu again. Wasn’t it criminally wrong to be this happy?

  “What are you over there doing, smiling like a damn Cheshire cat?” he teased across the table at her, looking over the top of his menu at her. “You got something to be happy about or something?”

  She held his gaze over the top of the menu. “You could say it’s something like that.”

  Carefully, he placed the menu down. “Is it possible that I have something to do with that?” he probed, leaning back in the chair. Naturally, under the afternoon sunlight, he was handsome and dapper in the baseball cap, white Henley top, and gray trousers. “From the way that you’re ogling me, I say that’s a red hot fucking yes.”

  Raising a brow, she dropped the menu onto the table. Of course, she was dressed in the freshly washed outfit from the day before. “You really need to get that ego of yours checked.”

  He winked. “The lady doesn’t deny it.”

  “You’re incorrigible,” she laughed, shaking her head.

  At that point, the maitre d arrived, and they ended their light banter.

  A moment later, alone again, they resumed their conversation.

  He grasped her hand across the table. “Do you know what I like?”

  She smiled. “What?”

  “Being with you, and no longer hiding like we’re a dirty little secret.” His hazel green orbs turned serious. “Maybe I don’t deserve you, but I’m thankful that somebody thinks that I do.”

  “You know what I’m grateful for?” she asked, somewhat shyly.

  His smile was irresistible. “What?”

  “That I took a chance all those months ago.” Her eyes turned misty. “That I met you. The very moment that I saw you, I knew that you were the one. I just felt it, you know.” Then, a hint of anger played in her words. “And to think that we could have been happier sooner---if this Red Widow woman hadn’t interfered, we wouldn’t be in this situation that we’re in right now. Her lies and treachery were the instigator in our separation.” Her expression turned even more serious. “I can’t believe that she drugged you, forged those letters, and then sent those horrible pictures.” She paused in thought. “Are you still thinking that she’s responsible for my accident in the sauna?”

  “In my gut, I know that she is.” He frowned in thought. “But, proving it is another thing. There’s no way of identifying the clerk that passed the letter off. So, that’s a dead-in street. Also, considering the fact that our agitator has money and clout, our inability to find out anything isn’t surprising, to say the least. Assholes like Frieda Jones do their dirty work and don’t expect to pay the price. I swear, though, if she had anything to do with your accident, she’s going to regret it in more ways than one.”

  “Even if it’s true, we don’t have proof,” she said seriously with her own frown. “It’s like you said, people like her know how to cover all of the tracks. I’m still grappling with the fact that she did those horrible things.” She shook her head. “If that’s not cold and calculating, I don’t know what is.”

  “True, and who knows where in the hell she is anyway? Since her husband’s death, she’s practically fallen off the radar.” He sighed again. “As much as I hate to admit it, we may never know if she’s responsible or not.”

  “Let’s just be grateful that she’s out of our lives for good.”

  Their deep conversation ended as the waiter arrived with their meal. Foregoing any further discussion on their earlier topic, they dug into their meal. Soon, they found themselves relaxing and enjoying one another again.

  An hour and a half later, they were strolling hand in hand down the street.

  “What do you want to do now?” Clinging to his arm, she looked up at him, and again, she was overwhelmed with a giddy feeling. Of course, being with him warranted such a reaction. “It’s only 5:10.” They veered in the direction of the Viper that was parked at the curb just a dozen or so feet away. Then, she tugged on his arm as an idea sprung. “I know, let’s go to the movies. I’ve wanted to see Shadow Chasers, but haven’t had the chance to. The critics panned it, but the audience reaction to it has been favorable.”

  “People rely too much on critics.” He beeped the car alarm twice. “Basically, they’re just assholes with opinions just like everybody else. So, don’t put too much stock in them.” Pushing her against the passenger’s door, he braced both hands against the roof and boxed her in. A dangerous gleam shone in his eyes. “And seeing as the drive to Oxford Mall is about 45 minutes out, and then, the fact that I have to sit through this sappy movie for 2 hours or more, I think that I need a little something-something.”

  Smiling, she wrapped her arms about his waist. “And what would that little something-something be? I think that you’re going to have to show me.”

  Already, his head was lowering. “Why don’t I lead and you follow?”

  Eyes closing, she moved in for the kiss.

  ***

  The camera took a perfect shot of the enamored duo.

  One thing was for certain.

  They were dangerously in love.

  Angling the camera for subsequent ones, the henchman snapped several more snapshots before tossing it onto the passenger’s seat. A quick trip to the photo op shop, and the glossy babies would spring to sudden life, he mulled darkly. Then, firing the ignition, he guided the 4 door sedan away from the curb before taking 2nd Boulevard West. As he cruised past the doting couple, he didn’t even look in their direction.

  His work was done.

  The incriminating evidence was carefully stored on print.

  Just a tiny facet of their game of revenge…

  Turning the air conditioner on high until cooled his bald head, he rested his arm comfortably against the driver’s door and accelerated the sedan to 85 mph as he took the exit ramp.

  As he merged amongst the other vehicles, he set it on cruise control.

  Relaxing further, he frowned.

  The news that he was about to deliver to Senator Jones’ wife wasn’t good at all.

  Her suspicions had been proven right.

  Christopher Alexander had found his ladylove, Hayven, and they were back together. That was sure to ruffle Frieda Jones’ peacock feathers, the henchman mulled with a sly grin.

  Rich or not, the bitch wasn’t all there in the head.

  Bat shit crazy wasn’t even the word.

  He’d witnessed her level of cruelty first hand.

  One thing was a given.

  All hell was about to break loose.

  ***

  “The movie was good. If you’d paid attention long enough you would’ve seen that,” she murmured with a pout
, stopping midway the living room, and kicked the heels off. Then, she dumped the shopping bags onto the floor as well and tossed her handbag onto the sofa. “I should’ve known better especially since you were complaining the entire time we were buying tickets.” Giving a pretend huff, she shook her head. “Men---always thinking something’s horribly wrong about enjoying a romance flick.”

  “Sorry for conking out about halfway in, baby. Hope my snoring wasn’t too loud.” As he passed her, he chucked her chin playfully. “You have to forgive me for being a testosterone-filled asshole who loves action movies. Next time, I’m choosing, sweetheart.” After flicking the TV on, he traveled back to her and hauled her into his arms. His expression grew serious as he smiled down at her. “You know what? I kind of like having you here with me.”

  “Me too,” she smiled shyly. “There’s something right about it.”

  “I know it may be premature, and we’re just figuring out this thing,” he muttered, staring down at her. “But, maybe, we should think about how to handle our living arrangements.”

  “You mean, me move in here?” she probed softly.

  “I’m sorry, princess. If I’m rushing things---”

  She placed a finger over his lips, shushing him. “You’re not rushing anything. In fact, I think that we’ve lost enough time already.” She edged closer to him. “I like the idea of waking up with you every morning, making love to you whenever we get the whim, going out and doing things together.” Rising up on her tiptoes, she kissed him solidly on the lips. “We should talk about our living arrangements. The lease is up on my apartment soon, and it’ll only take me about half an hour to drive to work. While those are valid reasons for me being here, they’re not the main reasons. Truth is, I want to be here with you.” Then, guilt marred her eagerness somewhat. “But, I think that we owe Richard the courtesy of knowing about our relationship first. My leaving town and coming here will be the best thing for everyone. At least here, it won’t seem as if we’re flaunting our relationship in his face.”