The Ramseys Boxed Set

by Altonya Washington

  Any more of her sensual invites and his fantasy would be fast forwarded. Far soon than he’d intended, he began to suckle a nipple hoping to fill her mouth with moans as opposed to words.

  He treated the rigid peaks to a maddening array of manipulations. He used his lips and teeth to suckle and graze one nub while his thumb and forefinger tugged and squeezed the other. The fondling had Darby weakly beating her fists to his shoulders out of sheer arousal overload. Mercifully, he settled himself fully against her while hungrily bathing her nipples.

  “Kraven…dammit, please…” her eyes widened as a stake of need lanced through her. He felt like pure heaven against her, but inside her was where she wanted him. Greedily, she clutched the fastening of his loose khakis.

  When he grappled for her hand, she responded by slapping at his wrists. She continued to do so until he emerged the victor with her wrists again captive-this time one in each hand. He kept them pinned on either side of her body.

  “Wait,” he urged and then smiled when she pouted.

  “I have,” she argued.

  “Wait please, please,” he repeated the phrase while making his way down her body until his mouth rested at the joining of her thighs.

  “Wait,” he urged once more seconds before his tongue probed her wet, tight sex.

  Darby realized she hadn’t completely melted into the fur as her body now felt positively limp. While his tongue rotating and thrusting inside her were truly the things multiple orgasms were made of, they only heightened her desperation for a much stiffer and far lengthier part of his anatomy.

  Deciding to make do with what she was being given, she began to ride his lunging tongue in hopes of finding her release. Kraven let go of her wrists to stay her hips, but she wouldn’t allow it and simply drove against him with increased enthusiasm.

  “Dammit to hell,” he growled and rose to glare down into her passion drowsy face. “Hell,” he growled again, kissing her while tugging her up from the rug.

  “You’re a torturer,” she accused after suckling her taste from his tongue.

  He held her high against him. “You have no idea. So stop rushing me, why don’t you?”

  They kissed madly as Kraven made his way out of the den. Darby whimpered when she saw he was taking the wide front staircase and received a slap to her bottom as payback for disagreeing with the longer route he’d chosen.

  To torture her, Kraven stopped half way up the first flight, turned her toward the banister, bent her slightly and kissed his way down her back. He paid homage to the full swell of her buttocks. Then; taking one of her thighs in an unbreakable hold, he held her still for an intimate kiss from behind. His free hand snaked around and he used his middle finger to take her from the front. When she began to move up and down on the pleasuring digit, he of course ended the… torture.

  Darby bit her lip on the cry she wanted to release. Never…no, that was correct. Never had she been taken so far to the edge. Never. And the man hadn’t even removed a stitch of his clothing!

  They were in the depths of another kiss when Kraven stopped again. This time just on the landing that led to his wing of the manor.

  “No please,” Darby cried out then, “I didn’t say a thing,” she whined when he turned her toward a tapestry covered wall.

  God, but she was adorable, Kraven marveled knowing she was too much the way he’d have her. Still, there was so much he’d yet to learn about her. She had absolutely no idea how definitely her fate was sealed. She was his and after that night she was never getting rid of him.

  “Kraven…Kraven, I-”

  “Shh…patience Ms. Ellis,” he crooned and scooped a fistful of curls, raking them up to expose her nape. He showered the area with kisses, his free hand moved round to weigh and massage a breast.

  Darby reached up and around to fill her hands with his hair, but was once again overcome by the dull throb of need when his hand trailed from her chest. That time, his index and middle fingers filled her body. Before she could grind down, Kraven released her curls and used his hip to press her closer to the wall. One hand stilled her hip, while the other worked its magic at her center.

  She had no pride no inhibitions left and sobbed being left with no choice but to take what he subjected her. While clawing at the tapestry, she cried into its crafted softness, in some pathetic effort to vent the frustrations of her raging desire.

  When he finally pulled her from the wall, she had no fight left. When he stepped past the high arched doorway of his chamber, she was so overwrought she could scarcely appreciate the intimidating beauty of the room. With its dark, tapestry draped walls, fur covered floors and electric lighting the place was the epitome of exquisite erotic. The electric lighting cast the room in a soft golden glow accentuated by the glow from yet another flaming hearth.

  Kraven settled Darby to the middle of a bed that seemed way bigger than any king size she’d ever seen. She forbid her eyes to close upon realizing he was at long last disrobing. Like an eager child, she held the look of wonder while biting her thumbnail and scanning every square inch of muscled bronzed chest bared to her once he’d drawn the T-shirt over his head.

  Just the sight of those hands going to the belt around his pants was enough to have her moan and begin a slow grind on the cashmere bed coverings. Like his hands, his body was covered with an array of scars. She found them more provocative than grizzly. Her gasp lilted to a cry that held a twinge of disbelief when his pants and boxers fell away revealing the extent of his erection.

  Darby swallowed, eyes never straying from that part of him-not even when she moved up on her elbows to gain a…fuller view. Kraven smirked, but otherwise ignored her rather awed reaction to the sight of him. He turned to the table next to the bed and grabbed a handful of condoms from one of the drawers there.

  Darby’s head tilted in fascination as she watched him ease the protective covering down his shaft. When he knelt to the bed, she reflexively squeezed her legs together.

  Kraven continued to ignore her reaction. Impressively endowed, he was acutely aware of his size…and hers. Arousing her; until she couldn’t think straight had been a part of the plan but not the only part. The lengthy foreplay had also been to prepare her to take him.

  Her mouth was dry with the need for him despite the fact that she’d never taken a man anywhere near his size before. Time to dwell on the fact though was useless when his hands folded behind her knees and he drew her toward him.

  “Kraven,” she barely had time to whisper his name before his tongue filled her mouth in unison with his sex filling hers. She cried out when just the slightest brush of discomfort nudged her.

  Kraven’s hold tightened. His drugging kisses gained potency as he sought to distract her-giving her time to get used to him. Unfortunately, nothing would take Darby’s mind off the provocative organ that was presently filling her to overflow. The earlier discomfort had been so fleeting, she could have imagined it. She began to kiss him in wild abandon elation coming into play when she ground her hips against his and realized that time there would be no stopping. She could have laughed the sensations coursing through her then were just that devastating-that blissful.

  Kraven felt weak and powerful at once and the feeling was more encompassing than anything he’d ever experienced. Ever. Breaking their kiss, he scooped up a bouncing breast and held it still for his mouth. He winced while suckling madly at the nipple. The sound of her cries in his ear had him shuddering in a mixture of satisfaction and arrogance over how he affected her. He could feel her coming against the sensitive sheet of the condom covering his shaft and pulled one of her legs from his waist to drape it across his shoulder.

  The added penetration had Darby arching and letting her hands fall weakly above her head. Kraven willed himself not to come, knowing it’d be no great feat to be ready for her again instantly. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted no lapse in time away from her. Her tiny breathless hiccupping cries were irresistible and stroked his ego and his cock
simultaneously. Still grasping one of the honey brown breasts, he nuzzled his face into their hollow beneath her arm and tongue-kissed her there.

  “Jesus Darby…” he turned his face into her cleavage and groaned, then gave into the demands of his body and joined her as she climaxed.

  ~SIX~

  “Mmm…Lord DeBurgh…out of practice, my ass,” Darby sighed, smiling her content when she awoke to the feel of his mouth roaming the dip of her spine and then upwards to her shoulders and the nape of her neck….

  Lying next to her then, he smoothed curls from the side of her face. “Say that again.”

  Darby didn’t misunderstand. “Lord DeBurgh,” she purred that time.

  He grinned. “How do you make it sound so good?”

  Darby raised a shoulder and snuggled her head into the pillow. “I’ve got my ways.” Her expression was pure wickedness.

  He leaned in to capture her mouth in a sweet kiss that quickly took the road to lusty. “Say my name again… say it again.”

  Feverishly aroused once more; she’d lost count long ago; Darby delved her fingers in to silky black thickness of his hair and kissed him desperately. Soft, hiccupping sounds signifying her desire rose again when her sex tensed and puckered for him.

  “Lord DeBurgh,” she whispered in a half teasing, half wanton tone. Her movements were all passion though when she pushed him to his back and straddled his incredible frame.

  Kraven kept hold of her hip with one hand while the other kneaded a thigh. Darby let her nails graze the heavy packs of muscle that made up his shoulders, arms and chest. In wonder, her jade stare followed the trail of her fingers. Absently, she wondered if there was even an ounce of fat on his body. It was cut sleek and hard like a living weapon. The comparison set her arousal thundering and when his thumb began to manipulate her core with torturous circular drives, she threw back her head and cried out in shameless need.

  “Is it morning?” she was asking when she woke up next to the smells of food filling the still fire lit bed chamber.

  Kraven was crossing the room. One hand held a platter teeming with delectables the other carried two heavy mugs which smelled suspiciously of coffee.

  Darby reached for a mug like a needy child. She shivered when the aroma of the brew filled her nose. After a few sips, she set the mug aside and looked hungrily toward the platter he held.

  Kraven took a butter slathered biscuit with intentions to feed her, but Darby reached for the platter instead. Boldly, she helped herself to hearty strips of beef bacon, scrambled eggs and seasoned potatoes.

  “Bon appetite,” Kraven teased while leaning back on the pillows lining the headboard.

  “Are you eating?” Darby spared him a sideways glance.

  He raised the biscuit and she shook her head. “Well I’m starved…I guess dinner went to waste, huh?”

  “Had my mind on other things last night,” he leaned over to nuzzle his face in her hair.

  Helplessly, her gaze faltered to his lap. A soft yet still impressive penis rested against his thigh.

  “I didn’t like having to hurt you.” He idly toyed with her curls as he spoke. “I know I can be difficult to take.”

  Darby smirked. “In what way?” she forked more potatoes into her mouth. Seconds later, she was laughing around a mouthful when he began to tickle her.

  “Seriously though lass, are you okay?”

  “At the risk of inflating what I assume to be a very large ego, I’ll admit that I’ve never felt better.” She watched him lower his head and marveled over the fact that he actually seemed embarrassed by her compliment.

  “Well now…” he nodded then and sighed. “Now that we’ve got that settled.”

  Darby watched him leave the bed and go to the cart she hadn’t noticed before. There, he prepared his own platter of food. Her mouth fell open. “You’re kidding? That’s why you weren’t eating?”

  Kraven sent her a blank stare. “What? We Scottish take our lovemaking very seriously.”

  “So you couldn’t eat until I confirmed how good you were?”

  Kraven shrugged, delighted to play out the tease. In truth, confirming that he’d brought her pleasure meant more to him than keeping up with Scottish lore. Still, he shrugged. “So to speak,” he said and heaped on a mountain of bacon and potatoes. “Now I can focus on my stomach.”

  He turned with the platter in hand and Darby’s mouth went dry at the sight of him erect and ready.

  Kraven glanced below his waist. “Oh dear, guess I’ll have to focus on my stomach later, eh?”

  Darby fell into peals of laughter.

  ***

  “Couldn’t I have gotten dressed first?”

  “Don’t you ever venture outdoors naked?”

  “In L.A.?”

  “Forget I asked.”

  Darby had choked on what remained of her coffee when Kraven said he wanted to show her what all the fuss was about. When he grabbed a quilt and told her they were going for a ride, she was sure he’d been joking. Still, there was something…invigorating about trekking out on a still early morning, the land dew drenched and tinged with a heavy fog.

  “Never been outdoors naked, never ridden on a horse…”

  “Naked.” Darby supplied and smiled when she heard him ‘tsk, tsk’.

  “These are things you’ll need to enjoy more often, Ms. Ellis.”

  She couldn’t resist shivering, loving the feel of his deep lilting voice as it vibrated against her back. The quilt did a more than adequate job of covering and warming them against the crisp morning air. An equally heavy pad rested beneath them. It covered the large leather saddle which draped the stunning gelding that carried them across Kraven’s lands.

  Once she’d gotten past the shock of venturing out in the buff, Darby’s full attention was given to her surroundings. To say it was beautiful, breathtaking even, seemed so pathetic a manner to describing what lay before her eyes. Such awesome shades of green-vibrant and swaying when the wind kissed the high stalks of grass brushing the bottoms of her feet even from her lofty perch atop the magnificent horse.

  “Easy Hadrian.”

  Darby noticed the animal’s ears twitch in response to the cooing of its master’s voice.

  They stopped in the middle of a green sea. Rolling hills distanced off towards the glorious realm of mountains which seemed to promise a pathway to the heavens…Darby tried, but couldn’t find words to express her amazement.

  Weary almost from the utter incredibility of it all, she rested back more fully against Kraven’s chest. He propped his chin atop her head and; for a time, sat silent as he too allowed the beauty to humble him as it always did.

  “I spent over half my life running from this place. After a while, my family gave up on all their efforts to encourage me to stay.”

  “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to run from this.” Darby almost whispered.

  Kraven shook his head. “Despite their kindness toward me, many of the townspeople are against my having a hunting lodge built here. They think I’m just trying to devise another way to feed my bloodlust while pitying my parents for not being blessed with more children.”

  She nudged her head against his cheek. “I can’t believe that.”

  “That’s because you know the man I am now.” He kissed the top of her head. “Not the one I was. The one that’s still in here somewhere…lurking,” his hands flexed around the leather reigns he gripped. “The one I fear may make another showing sooner or later.” He was thinking of his conversation with Hill Tesano then.

  Darby heard the strain in his voice but knew she was still a ways off in prompting him to share his fears- the events that had shaped the man he’d been.

  “Is the hunting lodge your only plan for the place?”

  “More a means to an end, I- well…”

  She nudged his abs with her elbow. “Tell me.”

  “You’ll laugh. T did when I told him.”

  Darby shifted a bit on Hadrian and looked up
at Kraven. “I promise I won’t.”

  What he saw in her eyes convinced him. “I want to cultivate- farm it like my fathers before me.”

  She didn’t laugh, though her lips did part in surprise. After all, no one could look at the man and believe him a humble, hardworking farmer. She didn’t laugh though. She was too intrigued- too impressed to do that.

  “Why don’t you tell that to the people here? Try selling them on that intention?”

  It was Kraven who laughed. “Love, they’d really think I was full of it then.”

  Darby was already shaking her head. “No, I believe they’d think you were changed, improved…matured beyond the boy trying to appease his bloodlust,” she offered a lazy shrug. “They’d never see it coming and might just be curious enough to see if you could pull it off.”

  “That’s not bad, you know?” Kraven’s long onyx brows raised a tad above his deep eyes as if he were seriously considering her opinion.

  Again, Darby shrugged. “It’s what I do- Getting people to realize their marketing potential. I’m pretty good at it.” Smiling curiously then, she scanned the view with renewed intensity. “All this property of yours…larger than some towns I’ve driven through. Are you prepared for all the work involved?”

  Silently, Kraven mused that the work itself was the driving force behind him wanting to do it. His grandfather had once said he could lose himself in working the land. All his preoccupations, all his nightmares vanished like morning dew during a good toil in the land. His grandfather’s sentiment had called to him more and more as he’d aged.

  “Kraven?”

  “I expect I’ll hire out half the town,” he explained after tuning back into their conversation. “Maybe even the next three or four villages and boroughs. But I suspect I’ll be able to cut back once my sons are old enough.”

  She tensed so slightly, it might have been imagined. Kraven felt it easily enough.

  “So…you want kids?”

  “As many as my wife will let me plant inside her,” He spoke the words close to her ear.