Adan’s thoughts drifted and returned to Kara as they had countless times since he had visited her last night. He closed his eyes and remembered her luscious scent, the taste of her pussy, the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers, and her rigid nipples in his mouth. His cock ached with the desire to fuck her. To drive into that beautiful pussy and to spill his seed deep in her channel.
He opened his eyes and rubbed his erection through his pants, but it only made the ache worse. A vision came to mind, of Kara on her knees, her mouth around his cock, and he nearly climaxed.
“I can relieve your needs.” Lilli’s voice came from the doorway and Adan cut his gaze to the dark beauty who had so often served as his pleasure-partner. He rubbed his cock again, but only because he couldn’t get the image of Kara out of his mind.
Lilli walked toward him, a slow seductive sway to her shapely hips, her yellow sarong draped in a soft fall from one shoulder to her feet. One arm was bare and he could see the swell of her breast and the curve of her hip. She ran her tongue along her full lower lip, painted a soft gold, and glanced at his crotch. He had no doubt she wanted to suck his cock—the woman had the mouth of a goddess. Normally the thought of thrusting into her made his loins ache, but this time, strangely enough, the idea held little appeal.
No. All he could think of was Kara and fucking her until neither of them could tell one from the other, until they were as one.
He growled in frustration. Lilli’s eyes widened and she paused. “Is something wrong, Adan?” Her gaze darted from his face to his lap and back again. “Would you prefer another pleasure-partner?”
With a sigh Adan ordered his cock to take a vacation and motioned for Lilli to come to him. When she stood before him, he took her hand in his and brushed his lips across her knuckles, then met her dark gaze. “I believe Dane is in need of your company.”
She bowed and slipped her hands from his, a smile touching her lips. “I will see to him at once.” The ever-ready pleasure-partner padded from the room, her bare feet making a whisper of sound as she vanished through the doorway.
His thoughts immediately returned to Kara. Adan’s frustration mounted as he forced himself to stop thinking about her, and to return to the task of retrieving the powercrystal. He should be there, hunting for it now, but T’ni Lael insisted he could only search for it during Earth’s night hours, and that he must return come morning’s light. Supposedly something about the connection from Earth’s moon to Earth and the San Francisco province made it possible to travel in the night.
Why has the sword taken me to Kara two nights in a row? Could she have the crystal? After he had put her to bed, had slid her panties back on, straightened her clothing, and covered her with a blanket, he had searched her home again, and again to no avail.
He had left her house to haunt the streets, searching with his instincts and his well-honed hunting abilities. The sword maintained a constant humming in the general area where Kara lived. He had searched the homes near her, careful to not upset any contents in the houses. It had not been easy gaining entrance into the homes. He’d had to use thoughtpower to disengage alarm systems, and once inside needed to cause occupants to have the sudden desire for sleep. Only in one case had he been caught, but he had managed to capture the panicked woman, erase her memories, and put her into a deep sleep.
Both nights he had fruitlessly searched, he remembered the Cwen’s words, that he must use his heart and soul.
His scowl deepened at the thought. He had neither heart nor soul left.
* * * * *
It was Sunday night and Kara felt restless and edgy. She perched on her living room couch trying to work on loan docs that she had scattered across the coffee table, but she couldn’t focus worth crap. All she could think of was the man from her dreams.
Two nights in a row, she’d dreamed of a man called Adan, but she had never met anyone by that name, and she was sure she would have remembered him if she had. How could a dream man make her so damn hot that she had woken in dire need of an orgasm? Her vibrator hadn’t begun to assuage the need and her body stayed on edge. She was so freaking horny she could just about scream.
Absentmindedly, she picked up the cube from the tabletop and ran her finger along one smooth side as she gazed without seeing at the pendant within the crystal. What was completely bizarre was how the last two days she’d woken on the sofa or in her bed wearing her street clothes, with no memory of how she had gotten there. Last night she remembered Paul walking her to her door, but nothing after that. Had he somehow drugged her and taken advantage of her?
No, a girl would know if that had happened. She’d feel sore, and no doubt could smell the scent of their sex if he didn’t use a condom, and Paul never did. She had the implant, so they hadn’t had to worry about it. They’d both been vetted, so she knew she was safe with him. Anyway, Paul might be pushy, but he wasn’t a rapist. And besides, she didn’t remember what happened Friday night, either.
Something weird was definitely going on. Yeah, I’m losing it. That’s what it is, Marks. Too much work and no play makes Kara a wacko girl.
With a groan, Kara set the cube back on the coffee table, next to the picture of the orphanage and her championship high school softball team. She pushed herself up from the couch, and headed the few steps into the kitchen. Her curls bounced against her bare neck as she tried to convince herself that her lack of memory of the past two nights was due to stress, exhaustion, and nothing more.
Okay, so maybe I need a vacation. A really long vacation.
She started to grab a glass from one of the oak cabinets above the counter when she paused and stared at the granite countertop. She slid her palms over the smooth surface, picturing herself practically naked and her dream man between her thighs. The ache in her pussy was almost unbearable and she pressed her legs tighter together.
Kara shook the vision off and cut her gaze to the refrigerator. Maybe she had a cucumber or a carrot. That would do the trick.
No, right now she needed to get fucked, and no cold veggie would replace the feel of a thick, warm cock in her pussy.
Kara leaned with her back against the countertop and started to slide her fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans to take care of business.
She caught movement from the corner of her eye and almost screamed. A man leaned against the arched entry into the kitchen, his arms folded across his chest, desire in his dark eyes.
It was Adan.
Just seeing him released the floodgate in her mind, allowing her to remember everything, no doubt he’d used that so-called thoughtpower ability. For a moment she stared at him, her body going from hot to cold, her emotions running the gamut from excitement and desire to outright anger.
She was fucking pissed.
“Sonofabitch.” Kara marched up to him and stared up into his dark eyes. The amusement in his gaze pissed her off even more. “How dare you come here and give me the best damn orgasm of my life, and then make it so that I can’t remember it or you?”
He folded his arms and kept his gaze focused on her. “Remembering me is not allowed.”
“Well I can tell you exactly where to stuff that crap.” She braced her hands on her hips and scowled. “Just get the hell out of my home before I make you sorry you ever came here to begin with.”
“Is that what you want, Kara?” Adan’s voice was low and husky as he brought his hand up and trailed one finger along her jaw. “I do not think so.”
She jerked away from his touch and poked one finger at his chest, emphasizing each word as she glared up at him. “You’re nothing but an arrogant, egotistical, bastard.”
He caught her hand against his chest and the rest of her rant evaporated into nothing.
Fuck it. She wanted him.
In a movement of fury and the most intense desire of her life, Kara grabbed a handful of his long hair and yanked his head down as she pushed herself up to meet him. His mouth captured hers in a kiss just as fierce, and her head sp
un with the wildness of it. Their mouths engaged in a hungry battle, and all Kara knew was that this was one war she intended to win.
Adan could hardly keep up with the wild woman in his arms, could barely hold back from taking her down to the kitchen floor and fucking her until they wore a groove in the tile.
“You bastard,” Kara repeated against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed him. She clenched her legs around his waist as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, greedy and demanding. He grabbed her ass and held her pussy tight against his aching cock. Her lips and body were so soft, so warm in his arms. Her breasts were smashed to his chest and she managed to grind her pussy even harder against his erection.
“This time you’re going to fuck me,” she said as she tore her lips from his and her green eyes locked on his face. “And you’re not going to do that memory blocking shit again.”
“I cannot—” Adan started, but she crushed her lips against his, cutting off his words and eliminating all rational thought from his mind. Damn the consequences but he had to have her.
Half-blind with lust, he carried her to the living room and took her down to the creamy white carpet, then knelt on the floor beside her. The moment he laid her on her back, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside at the same time she kicked off her shoes. Adan could not think past the moment. All that mattered was the woman who was busy unfastening her jeans and scooting them down over her hips. He had never seen a woman undress so fast in all his years.
When she was clad only in her matching bright pink thong and bra, he grabbed her hands and trapped them within his grip. “Slow down, love.”
A defiant gleam lit her eyes as she tugged her hands from his. She yanked her bra cups down and beneath her breasts so that each nipple jutted up high. “Hurry up.”
Adan eased to his feet but never took his eyes off of Kara—or rather her tantalizing breasts—as he pulled his tunic over his head, kicked off his boots and dropped his sword belt to the floor. When he found himself only in his pants, a flash of reason came back to his mind—he shouldn’t be doing this—but the remnants of that reason vanished the moment Kara got to her knees and reached for his waistband.
So quickly it caught him off guard, she had his pants unfastened and his mighty erection in her warm hands. His brain suddenly shifted to the head of his cock and all he could think of was the way she was stroking him and how close her mouth was to him.
“Now this is what I like,” she murmured, her eyelids lowered and her attention riveted to his cock. “Nice and thick and long.” She flicked her tongue over the tiny opening where a drop of semen had taken shape. In the same moment she slid her fingers down to his balls and caressed them, and he practically shuddered with desire. “Mmmmm. You taste good.”
She slipped her lips over his cock and lightly scraped her teeth over the sensitive skin. Adan thought he would spill his seed before he even had a chance to take his next breath.
“Damnation, woman.” He watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she watched him. Her naked breasts called to him and he wished he could reach them to tweak her nipples as she sucked him. Instead he groaned and slid his fingers into her wild mass of curls as she moved up and down his length, her hot mouth nearly boiling him alive. “I cannot hold back.”
Her eyelids lowered and she sucked harder and lightly squeezed his balls.
Heat started in his groin and flushed outward, spreading to his buttocks, his chest and shoulders and straight to his head. Even his scalp prickled and he swore hair rose on his arms as his orgasm roared through him. He barely contained a shout as his fluid spurted into her mouth and she swallowed until the last jet of come had emptied from his cock.
When she slipped him from her mouth, she rubbed his half-erection against her bare breasts, first one nipple and then the other, spreading the moisture from her mouth over her skin.
His erection doubled in size.
“Fuck me,” Kara ordered as she tugged at his cock, forcing him to go down toward the floor with her, and between her thighs. “By God, you’d better fuck me now.”
Chapter Four
Kara brought Adan down between her thighs, tugging his cock to bring him toward her pussy so that he had no choice but to follow her. He was still wearing his leather pants, and she was wearing her thong, and she groaned in frustration that she needed to remove her panties.
When she was flat on her back on the plush carpeting, Adan caught her wrist and forced her to release his cock. “Slow down, love,” he said as he released her. He rose up and shucked off his pants.
“Bullshit.” Kara squirmed and started to force down her thong, but he stopped her again.
“I mean it.” He grasped her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head. “I will tie you up if I have to.”
She shivered at the mere thought and her nipples tightened. “I dare you.”
Fire flashed in his eyes. “Do not start something you are not going to win.”
“Oh, I’m going to win all right.” She answered his challenge by arching her breasts.
As she expected, his cock did the thinking for him. His gaze dropped to her chest and his erection bucked against her belly. In a near roar he lowered his head and caught one nipple in his mouth. Kara gasped and thrust her breasts higher as she struggled against his hold, but he kept her wrists pinned securely above her head.
Damn but he was good. He had a way of licking, sucking and lightly biting her nipples that made her crazy. Tiny orgasms rippled through her pussy just from the way he was ravaging her breasts.
“You’ve got to fuck me.” Kara was near tears with the need to feel Adan’s cock inside her. “Do it now.”
“Patience.” Adan released her wrists and then grasped the sides of her thong. “I haven’t even begun with you.”
Kara groaned. “You’re going to kill me. Seriously. I’m not going to last much longer.”
He tugged her underwear down at the same time he licked a path from her breasts to her belly button. His long hair flowed over her, the thick strands stroking her like fingers caressing her skin. The sensations were amazing and her pussy clenched and spasmed with another mini-orgasm.
Slowly he inched the thong down her thighs but left it around her knees as he nuzzled the curls of her mound. Kara tried to kick her underwear off the rest of the way but he stopped her, his big hands clenching her thighs so tight she couldn’t move.
“My way,” he murmured as he raised his head to look at her.
He really was trying to kill her.
“Fine. Take your time.” She moaned as he licked the patch of hair between her thighs. She could barely speak as she added, “Just hurry up about it.”
Adan dragged her thong down further while he licked a trail down the inside of one leg to the inside of her knee. Her pussy gushed with moisture, surely soaking the carpet beneath her, and she caught her own scent mingling with his masculine smell. He continued his maddening pace, easing her thong down to her feet and tracing a path along her calf to the inside of her ankle.
When he finally tossed aside the bright pink thong, Kara was ready for him to plunge into her. But instead the bastard moved to her other ankle and began kissing his way back up along the inside of that leg toward her pussy.
Demands weren’t working, so Kara resorted to begging. “Adan, please.”
He gave a soft laugh and she was tempted to kick him.
But he finally, finally, reached her slit. He used his hands to part her folds and breathed deeply of her scent. It was so completely erotic watching him close his eyes and inhale the smell of her sex. His eyelids rose and his gaze met hers, and then he licked her clit.
She nearly came apart at the seams like a stuffed doll with too much padding. “Adan. Damn.” If only he would drive his cock into her, she would be a happy woman.
Adan seemed intent on driving her out of her mind instead. He slipped two fingers into her core and laved her folds. He
never licked the same place twice. Rather, he moved around, not giving her a chance to come.
Kara gripped her hands in his hair and tugged at him. “What do I have to do to get you to fuck me?”
To her relief he moved up so that his hands were braced to either side of her shoulders and his cock against the opening to her channel. “You taste incredible,” he said, and dipped his mouth down to kiss her. Oh, man, but he could kiss. She loved the taste of him mingled with her own, loved the smell of his skin and the winter breeze scent of his hair.
“If you don’t take me now,” she said when he pulled away from the kiss, “next time you come near me I’m going to throw something at you.”
The corner of his mouth curved into a wicked grin as he brought his hand to his cock and held it against her opening. “You are one fiery little wench.”
Just as she thought he was going to tease her some more, he drove his cock deep inside her pussy.
Kara cried out, her eyes widening in surprise. Adan stretched her, filled her, like no other man had before. He held still, the expression on his face telling her that it pained him to hold himself back, and it pleased her that she affected him as much as he affected her.
A fine coating of sweat broke out over her skin and she moved her hips, trying to get him to move, to really fuck her. Slowly Adan pumped in and out of her pussy, his cock bringing her to the brink then pulling her back again. Mini-orgasms rippled through her and she knew she was well on the way to the mother of all climaxes.
He began to drive into her harder and harder, faster and faster, causing more orgasms to spasm her pussy around his cock.
Kara went wild beneath him. She rammed her hips up to meet every thrust and raked her nails down his powerful back. He growled and it seemed to fuel him on. She raised her head up to meet his and their mouths, tongues, and lips met in a kiss that made her head spin. Everything spiraled out of control. God, she had never been fucked like this, never been so crazy for a man that she didn’t know up from down or where his body began and hers ended.
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