Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters

by Christine Feehan

  She writhed under him. Bucked her hips. Wrapped her legs around him, driving her body up to his, watching his face, the lines carved so deep, the molten eyes igniting. She was wild, and she wanted him the same way. She wanted him to lose all that discipline and control drilled into him. She wanted to be the one to do that.

  With a harsh groan, he shifted his body again, his hands at her hips, holding her, pinning her so that he could pound into her, burying himself deep. She cried out, shocked at the pleasure streaking through her. Shocked at his sudden fury. Hungry for more. Desperate for more.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Casimir. Make me yours.”

  His gaze drifted possessively over her face. Devouring her. The look took her last breath, sent shivers through her body. He looked… ruthless. Implacable. So sensual she thought he was the epitome of the word.

  He bent his head and took her mouth, so gently it turned her heart over, made it stutter in her chest. A million butterflies took wing in her stomach. The action of his body shifted his cock inside her, caressing her inside as he’d kissed her mouth. When he lifted his head, his gaze burning over her, her mouth continued to grow hot, just as her feminine sheath did. Scalding. Scorching. Hotter and hotter. She gave a low keening moan. The sound seemed to be a catalyst.

  Casimir gripped her hips hard and plunged into her hard and fast. She felt the burning stretch along with a bite of pain mixing with a million other sensations driving her up higher. His hips took on a rhythm, a driving force, slamming into her, jolting her body, jolting her senses until she writhed and cried out, pleading, but for what, she wasn’t certain.

  Deep inside, the tension coiled tighter and tighter, flames burning through her, white-hot now. All the while his cock slammed home, filling her, stretching her, the friction so strong she thought she might burst into flames. Still he didn’t stop, just gripped her tight and continued the merciless rhythm.

  The tension continued to build in her, winding so tight, a harsh, desperate burn that refused to release, refused to ease. She whispered his name, fighting the fear that threatened to consume her right along with the pleasure that bordered on pain. He’d been right, she wasn’t ready for this. She had no idea it could even be this way. So desperate inside. The endless, terrible pressure coiling tighter and tighter with no end in sight.

  Her head wouldn’t still, thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Her body writhed, fought, strained against his. That steel spike seemed to have grown, never stopping, never letting her catch her breath, driving deep, streaking fire through her with every stroke, pounding, while her body bathed his cock in hot moisture, yet the erotic pressure refused to ease even the tiniest bit.

  She arched into him, needing more, always more, yet at the same time, fear built along with the brutal pressure. “Casimir.” She whispered his name, uncertain if she was pleading for more or if she wanted him to stop. There was no controlling her body, her hips lifting to meet those brutal, magnificent strokes, needing this. Needing him filling her. Stretching her. Building the flames until it was a wildfire raging out of control, consuming them both – and it would consume them. She had no doubt and fear gripped her, every bit as strong as the terrible, relentless hunger.

  “Don’t fight me, Giacinta. Let go. Let yourself go.”

  She hadn’t known until that moment that she was. “I’m afraid.”

  “I’ve got you. Trust me. Give yourself to me. All of you. I’ve got you.”

  His voice was harsh. Husky. Thick with a sensuality that shocked her. His eyes glittered like molten silver, moving over her face, commanding her. Soothing her. Claiming her. He didn’t stop moving. If anything, he increased the fury of the strokes, impaling her over and over, a harsh, pounding rhythm that drove her into a frenzy of need. Of lust. The sensations were so strong, the pressure building, tension coiling, so that tendrils of fear burned as intensely as passion raged.

  Casimir rose above her, his face a mask of pure carnal sensuality. Lissa heard the sound of their bodies coming together in a furious symphony. Her ragged breathing and pleading gasps punctuated each savage stroke as he slammed home, again and again. She heard herself, her cries rising in direct proportion to the firestorm building until the conflagration began to consume her.

  He moved his body, a subtle difference, but the hot stroke of his cock created a searing, bursting friction directly over her clit and the fire roared through her. Fast. Wild. Wave after wave. Out of control. Her sheath came alive, gripping and milking, the orgasm rushed through her, spreading like a forest fire up to her stomach, to her breasts, down to her thighs, until she had to jam her fist in her mouth to muffle her scream of sheer pleasure.

  Casimir buried his face in her neck, his teeth on her shoulder as his body erupted into hot jets of seed, filling her. She was scorching hot, squeezing him like a vise, taking every drop from him until he saw lights dancing behind his eyes. Never, not ever, had his release been like this. So good. Ecstasy. She took him to a place he hadn’t known existed, and now that he did, he wanted to stay there.

  He blanketed her body, knowing he was too heavy for her, but he liked her under him as he struggled for air. The feel of her silky skin melting under his was something he wasn’t quite ready to give up. He nuzzled her neck. Inhaled the combined scent of both of them. Licked the small spot behind her ear and then left a trail of kisses along her delicate jaw to the corner of her mouth.

  “You’re beautiful. And you’re mine.” He allowed his Russian accent to emphasize his declaration. He felt her little gasp and eased his weight partially off of her, reluctantly allowing his body to release hers. “Are you all right?” He went to his side, staying over her, keeping her from moving. His hand swept down her body, from the side of her breast down along her rib cage and waist to shape the curve of her hip.

  She looked up at his face. “I’m not sure. I could have died and you’re just an illusion.” Her soft mouth curved into a smile. “I admit, it was a great way to go. I’m still feeling it.”

  He slid his hand around her thigh until his palm was inside, up close to the sweet junction between her legs. Her muscles still rippled and pulsed. He bent his head and pressed a kiss along the top of her breast. “In a minute I’ll get a washcloth and take care of you, but I’m a little worn out.”

  She raised her eyebrow. “A Prakenskii? Worn out? What an admission.”

  Casimir knew she was struggling to figure out what she was supposed to do. She’d never taken a lover before. She hadn’t given herself to anyone. She didn’t trust. She avoided all relationships out of necessity. He knew, because it was the same for him. No woman had ever spent the night with him. He didn’t sleep with others because he would be vulnerable in his sleep. Vulnerable equaled death in his world and in hers.

  She started to slip out from under him, but the hand between her legs clamped down on her thigh. Her gaze jumped to his.

  “We decided to do this thing, Giacinta. I’m not in it alone. I told you what to expect when you gave yourself to me. It was your choice. You don’t get to take that decision back, not after that.” He couldn’t keep the harshness from his voice. She wasn’t leaving his room. She wasn’t leaving him. He didn’t care if she felt vulnerable. He felt the same and she could just deal with it.

  For the first time he saw indecision warring on her face. “I don’t know what to do, Casimir. I really don’t. I thought you’d want me to go to my own room. After. You know. After. I can’t imagine you let other women stay with you.”

  “You aren’t other women.” He moved his hand from the warmth of her thighs to wrap his fingers around her wrist and draw her hand to him. “Lift up your palm.”

  Her breath caught in her throat. She tensed, curled her fingers into a tight fist and tried to pull her hand away. “No. I know what you’re going to do and you can’t.”

  “I have to. You’re mine. You know you’re mine. There isn’t going to be another woman.” He leaned over her. Close. His mouth inches fr
om hers. His gaze holding her captive. “Can you still feel me inside of you?”

  “Yes.” The admission was low.

  “I can still feel you wrapped around me. Tight and hot, Giacinta. You’re in my bones now. Inside me. That isn’t going away for either one of us. Open your fingers.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “You get that I’m not a submissive woman, right? I don’t let anyone tell me what to do.”

  “You get that I’m a dominant man, right?” he countered. “Being dominant doesn’t mean I’m an asshole. I don’t tell my woman to do something she doesn’t want to do, and you want this every bit as much as I do. More, we need it. You’re going after the man who betrayed your family…”

  Her breath hissed out. “How do you know that? No one knows that.”

  “No one but you, me and your uncle,” he corrected. “Open your fingers, Giacinta. I’m told this hurts for a moment, but then it’s over and we’re connected psychically. If I’m close, you can call me just by pressing your thumb into the middle of your palm. More, we can speak telepathically, which will help when we go after the man you need to kill and the Sorbacovs.”

  “You’re going to be so annoying.” She stilled her hand and allowed her palm to face him. “Just so you know, I can be equally as annoying.”

  “I don’t doubt that for one minute.” His grin flashed at her there in the dark.

  His palm came up and he pushed air toward her and with it the energy rising like a tidal wave from his deepest core. She felt the zap like an electrical shock hit her palm and she cried out with surprise, while little sparks danced in the air between their open hands. She saw the mark, two intertwined circles blazing in the middle of her palm, fiery red and then golden before beginning to fade. Her skin itched all over her palm as the images faded. She could see the marks burned deep into his hand as well.

  “I told my sisters I wouldn’t let a Prakenskii claim me and now I’m a liar,” she said with a little sigh. She pressed her head back into the pillows and smiled up at him. “I hope you know what we’re doing, because I don’t have a clue.”

  “We’re going to find a way to come out of this alive. I hadn’t planned on that when I made up my mind to take out the Sorbacovs, but now that I’ve found you, I have to figure it out.” He brought her palm to the warm of his mouth and pressed a kiss into the faded image. “I’m sorry. I know that hurt. And I should have been more careful of your first time. I lost complete control.”

  She smiled at him, looking more temptress than angel. “I loved that you lost control, and I hope it happens many more times.” She pulled his hand to her and pressed her own kiss over the mark. “I didn’t have an exit plan either, not really. I didn’t hold out much hope of survival, but the Sorbacovs put out a hit on the men in my family. I lost one family, I won’t lose another.”

  “I’m good at what I do, malyshka. I’ve been in the business full-time. I know you’re used to working solo. I am as well, but if we do this together, I think we have a much better chance of survival.”

  Lissa nodded slowly, her gaze turning thoughtful. Clearly, she accepted him already. It would be difficult for her to allow him to take the lead on accomplishing their goals, just as it would be for him to let her take the lead. It would take a little practice, learning to work together before they were ready to take on her first priority.

  “Do you have everything you need to go after the man who betrayed your family?” Casimir kept his voice gentle. She had a difficult time talking about her family. Her body went tense and she avoided his eyes whenever the subject was brought up. He ran his hand up and down the curve of her bare hip soothingly.

  “His name is Cosmos Agosto. He was young, just nineteen when my father hired him. He was really good-looking, at least to a six-year-old. My father and mother took him under their wing and made him a part of the family. I liked to spend time with him. He was really funny. He ate nearly every meal with us, and my parents really cared about him. If I wanted to play outside, if I was with him, none of the other men came with me, and I liked that. To this day, I’m uncomfortable with bodyguards.”

  “This man betrayed your family?” There was no way for Casimir to keep the menace from his voice. Loyalty was bred in him, deep in his bones. He hadn’t seen his brothers more than once or twice in all the years that had gone by since Sorbacov’s men had murdered his parents and the boys had been taken to the schools to train. Never once, in all that time, did he ever think of betraying his brothers. Not once. No matter what happened to him. He would endure whatever he had to in order to ensure their safety, even if that meant never seeing them again.

  “Yes, he betrayed us all,” she said, closing her eyes tight.

  Casimir wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body tight against his, needing to shelter her from the pain he heard in her voice. He knew about memories and how one had to lock them away to preserve sanity. “You don’t have to tell me, golubushka.” He bent his head to hers and brushed kisses along her temple.

  “I do. You have to understand why I wanted to find him even more than I wanted to get to Aldo Porcelli.”

  “What exactly happened between your family and the Porcelli family?” He continued to soothe her with caresses along her hip. He knew it would be difficult for her to open up and share the information with anyone, after keeping silent for so many years.

  “I was a child, but I remember a man coming on to my mother, trying to insist she go home with him. We were at a friend’s house, and he came in with a lot of other men. I wasn’t paying much attention until the room went really quiet. I could tell my mother was upset. She wanted to go and this man kept grabbing her arm and stopping her. No one said anything to him, not even when she told him he was hurting her. We left fast. She told my father, and right away, he told her to pack, that we had to leave immediately.”

  “It was Aldo Porcelli, not the acting boss, that made the pass at your mother? Because Aldo only recently came into power. His father died of a heart attack two years ago, and he stepped into his father’s shoes.”

  “I was the heart attack,” Lissa said quietly.

  “What about your uncle? Why didn’t he take out the Porcelli family in addition to the dog handler? Why put that on your shoulders?”

  6

  Lissa took a deep breath. She was uncomfortable discussing her family’s history while lying naked in a bed with a man she’d just allowed to do all sorts of things to her. “If we’re going to have this conversation, I need to get cleaned up.”

  “Your uncle very politely included a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. We can run hot water and soak with the jets on,” he offered, sliding out of the bed immediately and extending his hand to her.

  She took it reluctantly, felt his fingers close around hers and instantly felt safe. He seemed to be able to do that to her. Whenever she had conflicting emotions, if his hand was on her, she seemed to feel much calmer. She let him pull her from the bed and onto her feet. It wasn’t as if she had tons of experience standing naked in front of men, but again, with his fingers tight around hers, she didn’t feel as strange as she thought she might.

  “It’s essential my uncle doesn’t know or even think that we’re in a relationship of any kind, even if it’s just having sex.”

  He stopped so fast that she bumped into him and he had to steady her. “Giacinta, I’ve had a lifetime of just sex, and what we did wasn’t that.”

  She winced a little at the low, fierce note in his voice.

  His fingers caught her chin in a firm grip, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I gave myself to you. The real me. I wanted to be gentle and tender and give you what you deserved, but with you, I lost control and that fire inside me I have to keep hidden at all times got loose. That doesn’t mean what we did didn’t mean anything.”

  “I know,” she agreed instantly, giving him that. “I feel a little awkward, Casimir, because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

  He bent his head and ski
mmed his lips over hers. The light touch sent heat curling in the pit of her stomach and made her heart flutter. When he lifted his head, it was only a scant inch or two, leaving his silver eyes to pierce right through her, seeing too much. Seeing how vulnerable she felt.

  “I just wanted to get that straight with you, Lissa. We’re in this together.”

  She nodded her head, still very uneasy. She didn’t know how to make him understand. He took them through to the bathroom and immediately turned on the dual faucets to fill the Jacuzzi. She wrapped her arms around herself, grateful he didn’t turn on the overhead light. He snapped on a single nightlight that was plugged into the electrical outlet at the other end of the room.

  “My uncle can’t find out about us,” she reiterated. “He would be upset. I don’t honestly know what he’d do, but I don’t want to chance anything going wrong.”

  “He won’t find out. You can go back to your room before everyone wakes up. We both know where the cameras are and we can avoid them.”

  That was true. She could move all over the house and never be seen.