Elite Ops Complete Series

by Lora Leigh

  “Noah.” She breathed his name as she felt his hand move, sliding from between her thighs only to push beneath her shorts and panties to fill his hand with the swollen, wet flesh beneath.

  “You’re wet, Sabella.” His fingers tunneled into the slit, slid through the slick cream that gathered there. “Tell me you want me. Ask me to fuck you.”

  She was panting for breath. Pressed against the kitchen wall, all she could think about was feeling him inside her, around her.

  “I want your mouth on my dick again.”

  He shocked her with the blunt, naughty words. “I want to watch you going down on me, feel your mouth sucking the head of my cock again. God, it was so good, coming in your mouth like that, watching you love it.”

  His finger pierced inside her. One finger, sliding in deep, rasping over tender nerve endings, as the heel of his palm pressed and rotated against her clit.

  She was shaking. He was bleeding, he was hurt. She should be more concerned with forcing him to let her see what kind of damage he had done than she was with his finger, pumping, inside her.

  Her eyes closed, her legs shifted wider, and a tremulous cry left her lips as he used his finger to drive her crazy. Sliding in slow and deep, his fingertip reaching high inside her, finding that spot, that one spot. And rubbing.

  “Noah. It’s so good.” She ground her head against the wall, felt her knees weakening. “It’s so good.”

  “So damned good,” he amended. “You’re wet and tight around my finger, Sabella. Do you want to come for me, baby? Do you want to make those sweet little sounds in your throat that hit my senses like wildfire just before you come for me? Do you want to come for me, baby? All over my fingers? Do you want to make me go crazy for just a taste of that sweet little pussy?”

  Oh God. Oh God. He shouldn’t talk to her like that. She could feel her moisture flowing, soaking his fingers, her hips moving as she thrust against his stroking fingertip.

  “Oh, now there’s a good girl,” he groaned. “Fuck my fingers, Sabella. Let me feel you come around them.”

  She whimpered. This was too wicked. It was too hot. She had never done anything like this, never heard words like that whispered from a man’s lips as he touched her.

  “Tell me,” he crooned in her ear. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me you want it. Beg me to fuck you with my fingers and I’ll give you another. I’ll push two fingers inside you. Wouldn’t you like that? Don’t you want to burn for me?”

  He couldn’t be serious? He wouldn’t be?

  “I could come just like this.” He nipped her ear, pressed his cock against her hip as she almost melted. “All I’d need is your sweet little voice talking me through it.”

  He licked the sensitive flesh beneath her ear, raked the flesh with his teeth.

  “This is crazy,” she moaned.

  “Tell me it’s hot,” he demanded, his breathing heavy, harsh in the stillness of the night.

  “Oh Noah, it’s so hot.” She felt the sensitive internal muscles clenching around him, felt the punch of sensation to her womb as the words tore from her lips.

  He jerked against her, his finger pressing deeper before pumping inside her in hard, desperate strokes.

  “Don’t stop.” She wanted to scream, but she could barely manage a broken cry when he buried deep again and stilled.

  “Tell me to fuck you with my fingers.” He bit her neck and she arched against him. “Tell me you want two fingers inside you. Tell me to make you burn, Sabella.”

  “Fuck me,” she groaned, feeling the heat rising inside her. “Please, Noah, now.”

  “More.” The harsh demand in his voice rasped over her senses. “Give me more, Sabella.”

  She cried out. It was too wicked. Too wicked and too hot.

  “Two fingers,” she gasped. “Noah, please, I want two fingers inside me.”

  His finger jerked back, and when it returned, there were two. Two pressing into her, spreading her further apart, stretching the muscles and sensitizing her further.

  Sabella cried out as she felt the moisture that rushed through her vagina sliding over his fingers as they moved slow and easy inside her.

  “I want to come,” she whispered. “Let me come, Noah.”

  He groaned, growled. He pressed his fingers high and hard inside her and she nearly, just almost exploded around them.

  “Take your shirt off.” He eased back, gave her just enough room to stare up at the glittering wild fire in his eyes. “Take it off. I want to see your nipples.”

  “Noah.”

  “God, sweet hard, rosy pink little nipples. I want to suck them. Take the damned shirt off.” His voice hardened, the hunger tearing from him was washing through her, sizzling through her veins and her pussy.

  Shaking, her ragged breaths almost moans, she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head before dropping it to the floor.

  “Keep your arms up,” he demanded as she moved to lower them. “All the way up.” One hand gripped her wrists and shoved them against the wall. “That’s a girl. Up like that.” His gaze raked across her nipples and she swore she could almost feel the touch of them.

  “Why are you doing this?” she moaned.

  “Because I want to eat you alive. I want to go down on you and taste all that wild hot cream covering my fingers right now. I want to eat it from you, Sabella. Lick it with my tongue and devour you.”

  She jerked against him.

  “When I’m done, I want to watch you go down on me. Watch my cock sink into your pretty lips and I want to fuck your mouth until I’m shooting everything I have down your throat.” His fingers moved inside her, the sound of the damp caresses filling her ears, whipping through her mind.

  “Do you want that, baby?”

  “Yes. Oh yes.” She wanted that. She wanted it so bad.

  She felt her shorts easing over her hips as his head lowered. He bent his knees enough to allow his lips to catch the viciously tight nub of her nipple between them as his fingers caressed and rotated and her knees weakened with the extremity of the pleasure. She wanted him inside her so bad, filling her. She wanted his lips all over her, hers all over him. She wanted every blistering act he was whispering in her ears.

  She jerked as his mouth consumed her aching nipple. Felt the surge of electric shock as it traveled through her system. She lifted against him, desperate, eager for more.

  Noah was lost in a world of sensation. The earlier violence, the racing adrenaline in his system did this. For the past years, recovery had been hell. Retraining had burned his mind with the surge of lust so hard, so powerful, that no amount of jacking off could ease it. He’d been half insane more than once, for this.

  Sabella. In his arms. Hot and wild for him, whispering her naughty little secrets in his ears. Demanding he take her. That he do all the wicked, carnal acts that had filled his head while under the influence of the aphrodisiac Diego Fuentes had pumped into his body.

  Now here she was and he was on fire for her. Blazing. Burning out of control. Two fingers shoved inside her hot pussy, feeling the burn of her body as he sucked her hard little nipples.

  Everything about his Sabella was little, compared to him. So sweetly curved and delicate, and that will of iron he was glimpsing only made him harder.

  “Noah, this is killing me,” she moaned at his ear, her hot breath searing his flesh. “You’re teasing me to death.”

  Just a little more. He groaned around her nipple, licked it, rasped it. He wanted to hear more. Wanted to hear her voice broken with lust, demanding and carnal.

  “Tell me how to take you.” He nipped the curve of her breast. “Tell me how you want it.”

  She shuddered, and he almost lost it when he felt her juices flood his fingers.

  “Hard,” she panted. “So hard. Now. Fuck me now.”

  “Against the wall? Here?”

  “Oh God. Anywhere,” she wailed. “Damn you. Give it to me. Now.”

  “Are you hot enough for it
yet?” He kissed her shoulder, nipped it. “I don’t think you’re hot enough yet.”

  He wanted more. He needed the words. He had never needed the words before, but he did now. He wanted her hot enough to forget herself, to forget the memories of how he used to love her, to accustom herself to the bleak, dark lust that consumed him now.

  “I’m hot enough,” she moaned.

  “Tell me how hot you are.” He wrapped his free arm around her hips and lifted her to him, stumbling to the table, ignoring her shock as he set her naked ass on the edge and knelt between her thighs. “You’re not hot enough. Let me help you out with that.”

  He laid his lips against the swollen folds and had to grip the base of his cock to hold back his come. God, he was going to blow. He could feel it, building in his balls, throbbing at the head of his cock.

  She tasted so sweet. Her thighs parted as he lifted one small foot and placed it on his shoulder, opening her further.

  The light was better here, but still not good enough for her to the see the damage he had been trying to clean up. Several of the cuts were almost deep enough for stitches. He needed to be in the command center letting someone patch him up. Instead, he was here, his lips buried in his wife’s pussy and loving every second of it.

  He licked and lapped at the little mound. She was so sweet, the flavor of her burst against his tongue and he was ravenous. He stabbed inside the fluttering opening, feeling her clench, hearing her moan as she leaned back, allowing him greater access to the treat that was fast becoming as addictive as any drug.

  Ah hell. He wanted to lick her forever. He wanted to immerse his senses in the tangy bite, the sweet soft flavor and the clean feminine scent of her. He wanted her, for breakfast, lunch, dinner, a midnight snack, and everything in between.

  “Talk to me.” The words were hard, brutally torn from his lips as he moved them to the hard bud of her clit. “Tell me you like it. Tell me to eat you. To suck you forever.”

  He couldn’t wait much longer. He wanted to tear the words from her lips. He had dreamed, fantasized.

  “Noah, lick my clit,” she moaned. “Roll your tongue on it.”

  Ah God. Yes. She loved that, didn’t she? The way he rolled his tongue over her clit. He gave it to her. He gripped her thigh with one hand, pressed her legs further apart and gave her what she needed.

  He pumped his cock, a wild, agonizing sound of arousal falling from his lips as her hips jerked, arched, and she cried out his name again.

  “Noah. Oh yes. Like that.” Her voice was high and thin. “Oh God. I’m going to come for you.”

  “Not yet.” He pulled back and she almost screamed. Her hands caught in his hair, tangled in it, and she jerked him back to the hot, humid flesh awaiting his tongue, his lips.

  “Lick my pussy.” She was lost now, lost in the pleasure, and he shoved his tongue inside her, fucked her with it and tasted all that hot, sweet cream flowing from her.

  Ah hell. He was going to come in his hand at this rate. He didn’t want to come in his hand. He wanted to be high and deep inside her. Buried as deep as a man could get in a woman, filling her, marking her.

  He wanted to brand her with his seed. He wanted to be so deep inside her that she never forgot who owned her body. Never.

  But first, he had to tear himself away from her taste. And ah sweet merciful heaven, her taste. Her taste was so hot on his tongue, liquid and filled with life. He didn’t want to leave it. He didn’t want to stop.

  “Give it to me.” Her voice seared his senses. “Damn you, give it to me now, Noah. Fill me with your cock. Make me scream for you. Oh God, I’ll scream for you, just do me now.”

  Noah jerked to his feet, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his senses filled with the taste of her, the heat of her. And he pressed forward.

  He watched her face, her eyes. Rolled the head of his cock against her clit and watched her pant, watched as her hand pressed against her stomach, then, as he lowered himself, pressed against her entrance, those pretty, graceful fingers moved to her clit. Shyly. Hesitantly.

  During their marriage, he had never allowed her to touch herself while he was taking her. He had taken full responsibility for her pleasure as well as his own. But she wasn’t waiting now, and the sight of it nearly had him erupting. With no more than the tip of his cock pressed inside her, he was losing it.

  He watched her fingers as he pressed deeper, his fingers tight at the base of his shaft to hold back the furious release he could feel pounding in his skull.

  “Do it.” His voice was hard, thick. “Use your fingers. Show me what you like, baby. Damn you. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep you’ll never deny me again. Do you hear me, Sabella. Never.”

  She had denied him that morning. Denied his place in her bed, denied what he knew was between them. Why didn’t matter. He was deceiving her, he knew it. Lying to her in the most elemental of ways, and he couldn’t say the words to fix that. But he wouldn’t let her deny this.

  He gripped her hips. Watched those pretty fingers. Ah God, so graceful, so slender, sliding into the curls at the top of her mound, opening herself.

  He felt on fire. His cock was a flame and it was destroying him. He pressed in, gritting his teeth, grimacing at the complete, unadulterated pleasure in just feeling her. Seeing her. He pushed in, pumping in short, hard strokes, working inside her as her fingers slid to her clit, circled it and became wet, glistening with her juices.

  His stomach clenched. His balls went so tight they were in agony.

  “Stroke it,” he snarled. “Finger your clit, Sabella. I’m not going to last. Ah hell.” He shoved in deep, to the hilt, felt her muscles fluttering around him, gripping, clenching.

  He couldn’t stop. He held her tight, feeling her legs wrap around his hips, her heels pressing into his ass as he began pumping inside her. Hard and deep.

  She was crying his name. His name. Not her husband’s name. Sweet God have mercy on him, how had he stayed away from her? How had he remained separated from this woman for so many years? For even a day longer than he’d had to.

  “Take me,” he groaned, barely biting back the words that would betray who he was. What he was. “Take me, damn you. Take all of me. All of me.”

  She was arching, clenching, her pussy so tight, contracting around him as he felt her explode from the inside out.

  Sabella existed in sensation. She was sensation. Pure, electric, nothing but energy and pulsing consuming pleasure as she felt herself coming apart in Noah’s arms. Dying in his arms and being reborn. Screaming out his name and feeling that pleasure. A pleasure she had sworn could never be felt twice. Only with one man. Only with one heart.

  But she felt it pulsing through her and into him. Pulsing through him and into her. His come spurted inside her, deep and hot, filling her, sinking into her and becoming a part of her.

  She jerked, twisted, arched to the extremity of the orgasm racing through her, and then finally collapsed back on the table. Sweat dampened, too tired to move, to breathe, to exist without his help.

  And he was still hard.

  She opened her eyes as he lifted her to him, remained connected to her in the most elemental fashion and carried her through the dark apartment to the big bedroom at the end of the building.

  He laid her back in the bed, and moved within her again. Blue eyes so dark it hurt to stare into them. His hands hard, his voice so rough and gravelly it was almost another sensation against her overly sensitized flesh.

  “I need you.” He shook his head, jaw clenching. “I need you more.”

  Forever.

  Sabella shook the thought away. Nothing lasted forever except her love for the husband that had been taken from her. Nothing lasted forever.

  But as the night deepened and dawn came closer, it felt like forever. And when he finally collapsed beside her, wet with sweat, his arms dragging her to his chest, his breathing finally easing as she slipped into exhausted sleep, she wondered if maybe, a little bit, h
e did feel like her Nathan.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Sabella was furious the next morning after returning to the house, showering, and dressing for work. A scratch, he had told her the night before. He wasn’t hurt, he was fine.

  It was more than a damned scratch. She had caught him when she awoke trying to bandage himself, thinking he could hide from her. Damn him.

  There were three long slices on his upper body. One across his bicep, one at his abdomen, and again at the hip, and they were deep. Deep enough she had insisted he go to the doctor.

  He had refused. When he had pinned her with the blazing determination to do it all his own way, for a second she could have sworn he had the same look in his eye, the same tense set of his face and body, the same shape of his jaw, that her husband had had when he was angry and determined in the face of her anger.

  It had been frightening to see, to acknowledge. Because sometimes, she saw those little things, and she was terrified she was trying to turn Noah into the man she had lost simply to justify her need, her overhelming hunger for him.

  And of course, Noah wouldn’t tell her how it had happened or even what had happened. A “disagreement,” he’d said.

  She was so pissed that she walked to the garage later after she had returned to the house, rather than driving, simply to give herself time to cool down just a little bit more.

  Entering the garage, she stared as Noah stepped from the open doors, wiping his hands on a shop towel as he lifted his hand and watched Toby as he approached on foot from the other side of the street.

  Sometimes, Toby walked to work. He said it kept him in shape. She watched as Noah walked along the cracked blacktop in front of the station, eyes narrowed, body tense.

  Sabella paused, looking around, wondering what had caught his attention, but she couldn’t see anything. She shook her head and took another step, watching as Toby strolled to the corner of the street. He stepped off the curb and started across the wide road when she heard it. A motor gunning.

  A black car, low and fast, windows tinted, squealed from its parked position and aimed for Toby.