by Jasmine Hill
On a teak table in the middle of the sitting room sat a platter of fresh fruit and cheese. Next to it, in a silver bucket, a bottle of wine chilled. One of her favorite Nina Simone albums was playing softly in the background—how did he know she loved that artist?
Makayla gasped in delight. Everything was so enchanting and so romantic. She was speechless. She spun around, arms out in elation and excitement.
She looked at Donovan, who leaned against the doorway, watching her in amusement.
“Donovan, this is so wonderful,” she cried breathlessly.
He moved quickly, suddenly by her side, grasping her around the waist and pulling her body tight into his. “Do you like it, baby?” he breathed against her ear.
“I love it.” She threw her arms about his shoulders. “And you said that you’re not romantic,” she admonished. “This is seriously romantic, Mr. King.”
He dropped his head to her neck and inhaled deeply. “I did say that, sweet girl.” He muttered against her throat. “But that was until I met you.” He lifted his head so he was looking into her eyes. “You’ve done strange things to me, Miss Carrington. And now I want to do strange things to you.”
He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. She gaped yet again in surprise. The enormous bathtub was filled with water and rose petals floated on the surface. The windows and shades were open, allowing the summer breeze to waft in, giving an open-air quality to the room. The view of El Retiro spread like a miniature garden below.
She met Donovan’s heated gaze and immediately her nipples puckered in response and her belly fluttered wildly.
“Take off your clothes, Makayla,” he demanded in a soft voice. “I’ve waited too fucking long to see that perfect body.”
She hesitated, the quivering in her belly turning into churning turmoil.
“I don’t want to ask twice, baby,” he said, a roguish smile curving his lips.
She kicked off her sandals and slowly drew the sundress up and over her head. She tossed it aside and stood before him in champagne-colored silk and lace lingerie. She lifted her gaze to his, immediately reassured by the raw lust shining from his eyes. He wanted her—badly—and the realization made her feel sexy and confident.
Slowly he moved toward her, reached up and drew his thumb over her puckered nipple. “So beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely. “So fucking perfect.”
He cupped her breast over the silk, and massaged the tight nub with his thumb. She closed her eyes and moaned, arching into him and pressing herself against his hand. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs and weightlessness suffused her limbs as she succumbed to his touch.
Then suddenly his touch was gone and she was bereft. “Take it off,” he ordered, indicating her bra.
She quickly unclasped it and shrugged the lace down her shoulders and off her arms. She tossed it to join her dress on the floor, the movement making her breasts bounce.
“Fuck,” he snarled, reclaiming her breast and pinching the nipple roughly.
“Ahh,” she moaned. A pleasurable pain shot through her straight to her clit, and she bowed toward him.
He dropped his left hand to her lower back, and she arched further, savoring the rhythmic massaging of her breast and nipple.
“Open your eyes, angel. I want to see their beautiful violet.”
Languidly, she fluttered her eyelids open and gazed up at him. He was studying her intently, gauging her reaction to his touch. He released her breast and slid his hand slowly down her torso, the sensation sending shivers rippling through her. When he reached her panties, she groaned, her legs opening automatically to allow him access, her eyelids fluttering closed of their own accord.
“Keep your eyes open,” he grated between clenched teeth.
She opened her eyes wide and met his heated stare.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “I need to see your response to me.”
When he reached inside her panties, she held her breath. He found her folds and slipped his finger inside, lightly massaging her passage. She groaned and thrust her hips up against his hand.
“So fucking wet,” he grunted. “A wet, aroused virgin, and so fucking tight.” His pupils dilated and he licked his lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
He slid his finger out and ran her moisture over the lips of her pussy, finding her clit and pressing down.
She cried out and jerked against him. He tightened his arm at her back and pulled her body tighter to his as he slid his finger back inside and pushed it deeper.
“Oh God,” she cried. Tremors wracked her and she breathed deeply, working through the pleasure-pain that Donovan was wreaking on her body.
“I want you to come like this, Makayla, and I want to see it in your beautiful eyes.”
She focused her blurry vision on him and opened her legs wider as he cupped her sex. The heel of his palm provided friction to her clit as he pushed another finger inside her and pumped them in and out slowly. It wasn’t deep and the small pain was bearable.
The squelching sounds of her own arousal filled the room and she tried to close her legs, suddenly mortified.
“Don’t,” he demanded.
His knowing smirk told her he understood exactly what she was thinking.
“Hear how wet you are! Can you smell your arousal? It’s. So. Fucking. Hot.”
He thrust higher and deeper. She felt a twinge of pain but the pleasure that was pulsing through her body overpowered everything else. She moaned and propelled her hips in time with his pumping fingers.
“That’s it, angel. Keep looking at me.”
He circled her clit with his thumb and pressed down.
Her vision hazed, she stiffened in his arms and cried out. Suddenly the pulsing pleasure coalesced into a wave of sensation, centering on her core then undulating outward in a slow, throbbing swell.
Donovan slowed the thrust of his fingers, gentling the pressure and working her slowly through her climax.
She trembled as her orgasm receded, leaving her weak and lightheaded. Never had she been able to achieve such a powerful release by her own hand. Jesus, the man is obviously a sexual king—king by name, king by nature.
“You are too much, Makayla,” he breathed. “Watching you come in my arms was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. A quaking, wet, climaxing virgin. I almost came just watching you.”
She gazed up into his lust-filled eyes and blushed in dismay as he lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. “And you taste so fucking good.”
She realized that she was still supported by his arm and she struggled to right herself, worried that she was causing him pain.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. “Stop wriggling.” He swept her up, cradling her in his arms, and deposited her in the tub.
“Remove your panties and lie back and relax,” he ordered.
Makayla shimmied quickly out of her underwear and lowered herself into the warm, fragrant water. She smirked at him. “Are you always this bossy and controlling?”
He grinned. “Always. Get used to it.”
She gave him a pointed look. “You’re still fully clothed and I’m naked and the only one in the bath.”
“I know. I’m afraid that if I get in there with you, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you hard and fast.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“That’s not how I want to do things. I’m so hard right now that I think I could cut glass with my cock, and you need to relax. I want you soft and pliable before I fuck you.”
She gasped at his crassness and he chuckled.
“Lie back, I want to bathe you.”
She did as he asked and rested her head on the back of the tub, closing her eyes. He squeezed water over her breasts. He inhaled sharply, then his mouth was at her ear. “I have the best view at the moment. I’m looking at two of the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen and thinking that I can’t wait to take those rosy-pink nipples into my mouth a
nd suck them—hard.”
“Hmm, I can’t wait for you to do that,” she murmured, thrusting her breasts up and out of the water, hoping to coax him into action sooner rather than later.
She peeked up at him but he was ignoring her blatant tease and rubbing soap to a lather between his hands. Then he grasped her shoulders and started to massage.
“You need to be relaxed to minimize the pain when I take you.” He dipped his head and nibbled on the flesh beneath her ear, sending sharp tingles straight to her aching nipples.
“Then again,” he mused, still nuzzling her throat, “I do like the fact that you’re a virgin. Perhaps I’ll keep you like that. There’s something so fucking erotic about making you wet and watching you climax but knowing your hymen’s still intact—that you’re still pure.”
She pulled away and turned her head to glare at him. “I’m not keeping my V card so you can appease some weird, kinky virgin fetish you have.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s not why you asked me to come here with you, is it? Because you have an obsession with my virginity?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “No, I haven’t given it much thought. It’s only now, when I have a wet, soapy, delicious specimen in front of me, that it appeals. And to be honest, I like the fact that when I take you, I’ll have a part of you, a part that no one else can have again. Once it’s gone—it’s gone.” He shrugged. “I’ve been drawing out the anticipation of finally taking you, as well as delaying my satisfaction.”
“And mine,” she grumbled.
He ignored her. “Of course, there’s also a twisted delight in knowing that no other man has been there before me.”
“I’m not a planet,” she said petulantly.
He grinned. “No, more like a star, a star that I’ll enjoy conquering immensely.”
She shook her head in exasperation. “You are one kinky so-and-so.”
“More than you know,” he said under his breath.
But she caught the words anyway.
He swept his hands over her breasts, down her sides and parted her legs, holding them firmly against the sides of the tub. “Wash that sweet little pussy for me,” he whispered in her ear. Her breath hitched and she grasped the bar of soap, lathering the washcloth then sweeping it through her folds while Donovan continued holding her thighs firmly open. It was sensual and erotic, washing so intimately while he watched. His breathing grew heavy and hot in her ear as she tended to her herself.
“That’s enough,” he said hoarsely. “My self control is deserting me.” He dunked a washcloth in the tub and swept it over her shoulders and clavicle, ridding her of any residual soap. “Now, out of the tub.”
He grasped her around the waist, hauled her up then lowered her to the bath mat. He grabbed a fluffy white towel and started rubbing her down. Funny, but she’d lost any residual shyness and stood complacently, allowing him to towel her dry. She could have dried herself, of course, but she let Donovan do whatever made him happy. She glanced down at his crotch and couldn’t miss the impressive bulge there. God, this must be torture for him. She giggled.
He frowned. “Go and get on the bed and wait for me. Eyes closed. I need a quick shower to take the edge off.”
Chapter Thirteen
Makayla tugged the damask coverlet off the bed and lay down, her heart pounding in nervous anticipation. She considered putting on some sexy lingerie but rejected the idea when she thought about how much Donovan disliked his ‘orders’ being disregarded. Instead, she lay quietly, allowing the dulcet tones of Nina Simone to soothe and calm her.
Soon she heard the shower switch off and a couple of minutes later, she sensed Donovan in the room with her. She had her eyes closed as he had asked, but she desperately wanted to open them and see what he was doing. What was taking him so long?
“I’m just looking at you,” he said quietly as if in answer to her unasked question. “Enjoying the vision of you looking beautiful and naked and laid out like a delicious banquet for me.”
She sucked in a breath. God, he really had a way with words. Instantly, her nipples reacted to her growing arousal and pebbled to tight points. Moisture gathered between her thighs. She held her breath in anticipation.
“You can open your eyes now, angel.” His voice was low and rough and came from directly beside her.
She allowed her lids to flutter open and stared up into his handsome face. Lust and a raw hunger emanated from his liquid brown eyes, channeling his absolute desire to her. His jaw was tight and his hard chest was dotted with spots of moisture. Jesus, he was more muscular than she’d imagined. His powerful torso looked sculpted out of stone, so carved and defined were his muscles.
The distinct V of his lower abdominals trailed underneath the towel tied low on his hips. A massive bulge jutted out between his thighs, tenting the towel and giving Makayla a very good idea of what hid beneath. Her breath stuttered and her belly churned as she trailed her gaze over every visible inch of him.
He climbed on the bed and settled his large body between her thighs so that she felt his erection brush the folds of her pussy. She moaned and tilted her hips up, wanting some friction against her aching core.
He placed his elbows tightly against her body, cupped her face in his hands then dipped his head to take her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. He lapped at her, biting down on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
She groaned and writhed beneath him. She tried to move her arms, to throw them around his neck, but she was locked securely. Pleasure swelled deep within her at his passionate conquering of her mouth, but she could only lie complacently under him and take what he was giving her. Her inability to control the kiss or to move sent a primal hunger through her. He was taking her, claiming her as his, unabashedly and ruthlessly.
He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her parted lips and caressing the recesses of her mouth. She trembled uncontrollably and felt the moisture seeping in a rush from between her thighs. Dear, God, the way he uses his mouth should be illegal. She melted into him and matched his kiss, thrusting her hips up to rub against his rock-hard erection, trying for some relief.
He growled low in his throat and broke their connection to trail his lips across her jaw.
She panted, drawing in deep breaths. “Donovan, please,” she gasped.
He ignored her, kissing a sensual trail around her neck, then down to her cleavage, all the while keeping her imprisoned beneath his powerful body. She tried to wriggle free, needing something to relieve the pleasurable ache growing low in her belly, but obviously, he wanted to torture her as he felt he’d been tortured.
Finally, he reached her breast and kissed a slow trajectory to her nipple. She held her breath then groaned loudly when his mouth closed over the taut nub and he sucked hard.
“Oh God.” She arched her back the little that she could and tried to force her breast farther into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around her nipple then bit down.
“Ahhh.” The pain wasn’t bad, just intense and…hot, propelling a lightning bolt of desire straight to her core.
His eyes sparkled as he looked up at her, laving the tortured peak with his tongue.
“Please, Donovan,” she begged. The throbbing insistence in her belly was growing unbearable. She tried to close her legs to relieve the ache, but his body prevented any movement.
“What do you want, angel?” he asked, releasing her arms finally and sinking lower down her torso.
“I need more,” she pleaded.
She watched as he settled himself between her legs and studied her sex. “What are you doing?” She gaped at him.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed. “You’re so wet. Your little pink folds are dripping with arousal. I have to taste you.”
He dipped his head, inhaled deeply then swiped his tongue up her center.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.
He growled into her folds, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure shooting outward. H
e slipped a finger inside her and used his tongue to tease her clit, swirling it around the nub in long, languid strokes.
The sensations were tumultuous, turning her insides into a bubbling caldron of desire. She moaned and thrust her hips up, needing more friction and deeper penetration.
Donovan added another digit to the first and circled them inside her, stretching her. A twinge of pain accompanied his actions and she inhaled sharply. He pumped his fingers faster and lapped at her, sucking her clit into his mouth.
He drew his head back and watched her as he slowed the thrust of his fingers then pulled them out and massaged her clit, slowly gathering her moisture and running little circles around the sensitive nub.
She writhed under his ministrations, desperate to claim the orgasm that was hovering just out of reach. Then she felt it. Her core quivered and her insides started to tighten.
“That’s it, baby,” Donovan whispered. “I can feel that you’re close.”
Then he clamped his mouth over her sex and sucked. That was all it took to send her spiraling out of control. She cried out and stiffened as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, leaving her trembling and weak.
She lay still, panting and trying to regain control of her erratic breathing. Good God, I never thought it would feel like this. Her years of awkwardly bringing herself to orgasm had not come close to preparing her for the real thing.
Donovan crawled up her body and settled himself once more between her thighs, his pelvis in line with hers so she could feel the steel hardness of his erection throbbing incessantly against her core.
Jesus, he must have some serious self-control.
He dipped his head to hers and licked her lips before taking her in a wild kiss. She was slightly taken aback by the taste of herself on him—both shocking and erotic. She opened to him and allowed him to caress her with his tongue. His kiss grew harder and more desperate until finally he pulled away and stared into her eyes.
