Again, wantonness engulfed her.
She stared back at her reflection.
Her skin was flawless.
The full breasts were perfectly rounded, and already, their pebbled tips were darkened and tightened into swollen orbs. Her abdomen was flat with her hips finally flaring out in a curvy pattern.
And down there…
The fine, dark hairs dusted the triangular flesh.
A deep ache throbbed within it, and she couldn’t wholly describe the pleasing wetness that swathed its cresses.
Her surprised gaze met his again.
“Baby, I want you to always remember my touch…the way we feel,” he murmured thickly, his eyes smoldering with a deep intensity. “Always remember this night when I made you mine.”
The air brushed against her as he stepped away.
In the mirror, she watched his movements.
Quickly, he whipped the t-shirt over his head before tossing it to the floor. His hands went to his waistband, and within seconds, he was pushing the sleep trousers from his hips.
Again, her breath caught as his fingers hooked in the briefs.
The small article dropped to the floor.
Stunned, her innocent gaze stayed riveted on his manhood, and strangely, the sight of his engorged flesh only made her crave more. That part of him was the answer---the one that’d appease the raging madness that claimed her hungered flesh.
Her eyes locked with his again.
“Are you sure about this?” he rasped, uncertainty brimming in his eyes. “We can stop. We don’t have to go any further.”
“I’m as sure about it as I am breathing,” she murmured, her gaze searching his in the mirror. “Being with you is all I’ve dreamt about. I want you---I need you.”
“My soul aches for you,” he said huskily, stepping behind her again. “I want you.”
“Touch me,” she urged. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Baby, I’ll give you every part of me,” he said, sliding a hand along her midriff, and then stopped at her aching mound. “All of me.”
He pulled her back against his hard form.
And the feel of their naked flesh nearly made her come undone.
“You can never imagine how many nights I’ve dreamt of holding you like this,” he rasped unsteadily, pushing her soft tresses aside, and his hot breath fanned against her left shoulder as he brushed his lips across it. In the mirror, he met her eyes again, and his silver gaze was laden with dark wicked promises. “…and touching you.”
Slowly, he traced a scorching path from her shoulder to her nape again. Then, he nipped her tender flesh, and she marveled at the searing pleasure it brought.
“Xander,” she moaned, catching her breath on a naked sob.
A deep huskiness laced his tone. “You like that?”
Dazed, weakened, she forced her heavy-lidded gaze open. “Yes, and you make me feel---”
With a wicked sexiness, he laved her earlobe with his tongue before tugging on it. “Like what, baby?” he breathed heavily, and she sensed the struggle with his own restraint. “How do I make you feel?”
She shivered.
Weakened, she leaned into him as his arms closed around her. “It’s like I can’t control myself, and you make me want to do things,” she whispered, meeting his eyes, and a deep thrill of satisfaction coursed through her. Under the firelight, the silver orbs seemed to shine fiercely, and there was no mistaken the desire simmering within them. “And I want you to do things to me.”
“What?” he taunted, turning her to face him. “What kind of things?”
As he pulled her close, she gasped, and her heated flesh responded shamelessly as she moaned. “I want you to possess me---every part of me.” A deep flush stained her cheeks. “But, Xander there’s something I need to tell you. I’m not experienced…I’ve never been with a man before.” She slid her hands up his back slowly. “Show me. I want to be the woman that you need. I want to be…”
“You’re the only woman that I want,” Xander rasped unsteadily. “…the only woman that I need.” His eyes searched hers as he framed her face in his hands. “I love you. Never doubt that.”
As their lips met again, her eyes closed on a breathless whisper.
At once, fire ignited.
They couldn’t get close enough.
Dangerously, they devoured each other until they were breathless.
“Xander,” she mumbled between swollen lips, gasping softly as his hands swept down her back before journeying further. His large hands cupped her hips as he hugged her closer. Again, her feminine senses cried for release as his manhood pressed against her triangular mound.
“Why do I hurt for you there?” she asked dazedly, moaning again. “I can’t think clearly when you do that to me. And I just want you to make my ache go away.”
Instead of answering her, he lifted her up before carrying her to the bed.
When she met the cool sheets, she shivered.
Deep desire pierced his gaze as he loomed over her.
To her aching relief, he half-covered her body with his own.
A deep satisfying moan escaped her.
How was it even possible to feel this way?
So lost…
So captivated…
So enraptured…
His tone was unsteady. “Look at me.”
Her lashes fluttered as she glanced up.
Under the firelight, his eyes were no longer gray, but a rich silver.
Stark hunger burned in them.
She moistened her lips nervously.
“Don’t be afraid.” he rasped, blocking out the candlelight as his head descended.
His lips touched her collarbone.
At once, intense pleasure ricocheted through her.
He nipped the tender flesh gently before descending further. His breath fanned her as he rubbed his lips across her skin slowly, and then laved the crest of her breast with his tongue.
She stopped breathing.
He wasn’t finished.
Deep shards of pleasure pierced her as he suckled the soft flesh gently.
His mouth ventured further, finally halting at a puckered nipple.
He pulled the swollen bud into his mouth.
“Xander,” she gasped sharply, grasping his dark head.
Slowly, he suckled it between his firm lips.
More pleasure shot through her.
But, he wasn’t done yet.
Gently, he nipped the hardened tip with his teeth, and then released it before blowing his hot breath across it. He moved to the other breast. A deep moan escaped her as he kneaded it with his large hand. At once, he moved, torturing her further as his mouth closed over her already swollen nipple. She cried out in protest as his lips fell away, but they only continued their vicious assault as they trailed across her abdomen. Again, her cry was hoarse as his tongue dipped into her navel, and then, slowly, erotically, he bathed the tender area.
“I love you,” she whispered helplessly.
Unable to withstand the burning intensity, she squeezed her eyes shut. Then, once more, he stole her breath as his tongue etched a warm, moist path along her skin, finally pausing above her triangular flesh.
She sucked in a hard breath.
“What are you doing?” she sobbed raggedly, her nails biting into his shoulders. Before she could muster a coherent thought, he maneuvered her. Now, she was fully exposed with her knees drawn up and her legs wide open. And somehow, he’d managed to anchor each thigh over his broad shoulders.
“Xander,” she whispered weakly, staring down at his bent head.
Again, her senses were devastated as he looked up.
A fierce storm raged within the silvery depths.
Finally, he breathed wickedly, “Let me be the air that you breathe.”
At once, his mouth closed over the core of her.
…the source of her heated fire…
…desire…
His tongue dipp
ed in, sweeping wickedly within her slick folds.
Delirious from pleasure, she cried out anguished with helpless pleas. Her breath escaped her lungs in short bursts, and the soft pillow cushioned her head as it thrashed from side to side.
“Xander,” she pleaded helplessly, her inner storm rising. “Please.”
But, the more she cried out, the faster his tongue moved and the deeper it dove.
In a blinding moment, she struggled to find her sanity, and then she sobbed raggedly as the pressure intensified.
Finally, it peaked.
Her body arched.
Within the sensual fog, her mind finally centered, briefly catching a fleeting glance at pure ecstasy. She cried out as her passion broke free, and her sweet juices escaped past the gates. And behind her closed lids, she glimpsed a myriad of dazzling stars and colors.
“Xander,” she whispered hoarsely, stunned by the intensity of her release.
“What baby?” he whispered back, crawling up her body.
“Touch me,” she pleaded, her words barely audible. “Again, again, and again.”
Every nerve fiber in her body cried out as his body covered hers.
Their lips met again.
She sucked in a hard breath.
How was it even possible that the same intense pressure was building between her thighs again?
And it was even more intense…
…glorifying…
Slumbered with passion, she followed a naturalistic recourse as she sank her fingers hard into his taut hips. Satisfaction seared through her when his hard body trembled, and then she understood that she too held power.
A fine sheen of sweat covered his skin.
She pressed her lips against his hard shoulders before sucking away the saltiness.
“Nicole,” he whispered at her ear, a hard shudder racking his body again.
Slowly, her hands roamed freely, sliding along the rippling muscles in his back, and then retreated to his firm hips. None too gently, she nipped his nape, and then bathed the fresh nick with her tongue. Her warm breath fanned his lobe before she pulled it between her teeth. Then, she slowly released it before brushing her lips against his chin.
Murmuring unintelligibly, he wrapped his hands in her thick mane.
Between starved kisses, they gasped for air.
And again, her befuddled senses struggled to breach past passion’s barrier.
Still, she was enraptured.
On instinct, she parted her thighs wider.
“I love you,” he rasped hoarsely, fisting her hair in his large hands.
Edged on by her newfound power, she writhed beneath him.
But, who was the enslaved, she marveled wondrously, her sharp senses now fixated on his throbbing manhood. Now emboldened, she slid her hand between their slick bodies, and then closed it around his engorged flesh. Slowly, she slid her closed hand along its hard, ridged length.
A deep shudder ran through him.
She gasped as he forced her head back.
Her heavy-lidded gaze met his.
“Nicole,” he muttered thickly, sucking in a hard breath. “Baby, I---”
“Let me be the air that you breathe,” she taunted, rising slightly as she grazed her teeth along his light stubble. “---just as I breathe you.”
She released a tortured breath just as their lips met again.
Their ragged breaths filled the open space.
…only they existed within their private paradise…
She gasped as he parted her thighs fully.
His hot breath bathed her.
Grunting softly, he anchored himself above her.
Their eyes locked again.
They surrendered.
“I love you,” he muttered thickly.
With an aching gentleness, he entered her and breached the virginal barrier. “Are you okay?” he breathed hoarsely, holding still as he braced himself. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, no, you’re not hurting me,” she murmured as the brief pain passed, and ecstasy returned at the feel of him inside her. “Please, make love to me.”
And there it was…
His first stroke---
The gateway to pure sweet madness---
As he moved within her, she held on, and with her soft pleas, she urged him on.
Deeper, at a slow agonizing pace---he stroked her.
And again, she feverishly and shamelessly begged for his possession.
Drugged, she could only hear their ragged breathing as his strokes eradicated any sense of reality that she had. Again and again, he drove into her, moving at a slow torturous pace.
She raked her nails across his naked back.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pleaded desperately, her senses scattered, and clenched her thighs closer around him. Quickly, he anchored them with his strong arms, plunging deeper and deeper until she thought she’d explode. Her hoarse pleas reached her ears as her fingers sank into his taut hips, leaving crescent moons in his flesh.
Her mouth opened wide as the pace quickened, and she fought to hold on. But, still, she couldn’t find her sanity within the madness. Now, their ragged breaths were as frantic as their movements as they raced towards their forbidden paradise.
In the far distance, she heard her name called, but the intense pleasure stole her focus as the pressure mounted between her thighs.
“Xander,” she cried helplessly, her pleasure heightening, and then sobbed softly as her body trembled with her release. And quickly, he joined her as his own body shuddered with release.
Fresh tears filled her eyes as he pulled her close.
He held her.
And in her heart, she knew that they’d always be.
***
A half later, the darkness still shadowed the night. But, along the grand estate, under the faint moonlight, the dew glistened on the lawn. Like him, it sensed a resurgence of renewed life, he mulled, dropping the edges of the curtain, and turned only to find an even more mesmerizing sight.
The woman he loved…
And would love for all eternity…
By the sweet moon of Vale, he rasped, he couldn’t tear his eyes or heart away from her. Deep inside, the very storm that he’d tried to hold at bay all this time, it raged out of control.
She was his violent tempest.
Any resolve that he held---she shattered it.
He slid a hot gaze over her.
Fuck, he mulled, closing a hand over his hard erection, just the mere sight of her was splintering him into pieces.
She was his goddess.
Though her hair was mussed, it fanned across the pillows. Under the candlelight, her skin glowed from the aftermath of their lovemaking. Her lips were passion-bruised and swollen from their deep tongue-thrashing kisses, and a look of pure contentment filled her face.
The gold satin sheets only covered her from waist down, leaving her upper body visible to his lustful perusal. Her full plump breasts were ripe for his tasting. All over, the love bites marred her nude body, and the sweet taste of her lingered in his mouth. Throughout, he’d been as gentle as possible because she was untouched.
But, hell, their lovemaking had been more than incredible.
She lit a fire inside of him that raged out of control.
Even now, he was still reeling from the sheer intensity of their coupling, he mulled, turning, and pulled the drapes open wide, allowing the moonlight to find full escape into the large stately bedroom.
The moonlight bathed his nude form.
And there was something symbolic in the moment.
For now, he was revealing parts of himself that he’d long kept hidden.
“Xander?”
As he turned, his heart slammed against his chest.
For the world had never revealed that a man could love a woman this damned hard.
But, he did.
She rested against the pillows, and to his disappointment, she’d covered herself. But, still, s
he was a sight to behold. Her look was a mixture of innocence and wantonness, and it was apparent that she was in a current struggle of which to unleash.
“What baby?” he asked, and a gentle smile curved his lips.
From the bed, she gave him a shy look. “I miss you. Why are you all the way over there?”
“If you miss me that much, why don’t you come here?” he suggested, and the hunger smoldered in his eyes. “I’ll show you how we can make up for lost time.”
He kept his gaze riveted on her as she left the bed.
With her every step, he fell further under her spell.
Again, the mixture of innocence and wantonness that she possessed made her a lethal weapon. For the moment, they touched, he’d be completely annihilated.
She stepped into his waiting arms. “Start making it up to me,” she said breathlessly, upturning her face to his, and curled her arms around his nape. “Right now.”
It was the only invitation he needed.
Their kiss was hungry and deep.
No longer was there any pretense as to what they wanted and needed.
A breathless moment later, they pulled apart, and as they did, he turned them both to face the starry night. Wrapping both arms around her waist, he cradled her nude body close, and for the longest moment, they just stood there and embraced their newfound bliss.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said quietly, leaning into him. “I can’t imagine leaving such peace and solitude. It may be selfish of me, but I’m glad that you did. If you hadn’t we would have never met.”
“Perhaps fate led me to you,” he said, resting his chin against her soft tresses. “And us to this moment.”
“Well, it’s apparent that fate understood things way before we did. The fact that we belong together has been evident from the very beginning.” She paused in thought before giving a contented sigh, and then turned in his arms. Locking her arms around his waist, she looked up at him starry-eyed. “I feel so close to you, and I don’t want this night to ever end.”
He cupped his large hand along her face. “Neither do I.”
“Our being together like this---I’ve waited so long for this moment,” she whispered, and fresh tears sprang to her eyes. “Nothing means more than this. I love you so much, Xander.”
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