by Angel Payne
For one night, I wanted him to be amazed once more by what could happen in this room. Taken by surprise. Taken to the place where the world stopped—to the edge of where his vow began but not over it.
It was possible—and I knew exactly how.
I just needed to keep the bold seductress vibe going.
I threw my head back against his shoulder—imaginary tequila shot, don’t fail me now—before unhooking my bra and letting it fall away. As Evrest peered over my shoulder, rasping harder in appreciation of my fresh nudity, I finally rasped his answer.
“Talking…is overrated.”
Chapter Twelve
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“Sevette.”
I already had a list of things the man did to turn my bloodstream into a parade of need—but that endearment in my ear, whispered with that blend of aroused and imperious, turned everything into a five-keg party with a live band on the roof. And when he twisted a big hand into the elastic of my panties, yanking brutally on the soaked fabric—
Ohhh, hell.
Party. On.
I gasped hard. He growled harder. For one awesome moment, we weren’t here trying to forget the bigger world above, the bigger rules we were bending. We were just a couple of dorks at a fraternity rager, hornier than hell for each other in the rumpus room. I shivered as my new arousal met the air, awakening everything between my thighs with wet, warm tingles.
Evrest hurled the torn fabric atop my discarded bra, a couple of feet away. But as he murmured again into my ear, illicit tone betraying it as more filthy Arcadian, I forgot about the clothes. The room. Maybe even my name. It was him. Only him. The only world I needed to comprehend, the only fire I needed across the landscape of my thoughts, feelings, sensations.
I showed him so by sliding my body tighter to his. My hands tunneled into his hair as he roamed his own up my body, conquering me in hot, possessive sweeps.
When he got to my breasts, he took them from below. His deep wolf’s growls set the tone as he cupped me, squeezed me, savored me. “C’est parmel. Et douli. My perfect, sweet sevette…”
“Yes.” I arched for him, needing more of that raw canine carnality. His fingernails, marking my soft flesh, were the hungry beasts I craved. “Yes…oh please…yes.”
I cried out the last word, rejoicing as he finally tugged at my nipples. He’d been teasing at them for so long, when what I’d really needed…was this. Stabs of perfect pain, forcing me outside my mind…into my soul. The caverns of my own spirit called, dragging me in, echoing with my moan as he pinched a little harder.
Damn Damn. Sweet, sharp pinches. Tingling, zinging aftermath. My brain strained at its moorings of lucidity…again.
“It is good, Camellia?”
From panty-ripping Conan to devoted Casanova…that was my Evrest. No. Not yours. Not ever. Enjoy all his facets now, because this is all you’ll ever get. The only night you have left.
There was no better conclusion to firm my resolve.
“Yes,” I answered. “Oh God, yes…”
“The little stings…turning your tits into such delicious red berries for me…those are good, too?”
Frantic nod. “Ohhhh, yes. Really good.”
“Mmmm.” He twirled my engorged tips between his thumbs and forefingers. “I believe I agree.”
I pulled in a deep breath. Windows of opportunity didn’t get much better than this, especially when opened by the man who forever redefined my standards for passion. Evrest Cimarron…he’d be the one I’d never forget, as long as I existed on this planet. The lover who’d consume my mind and drench my sex even when I was blowing out the candles on my hundredth birthday cake. He was the one who got it. Who matched me. Who had walked into the darkest caves of my fantasies, peered into all the corners, and made even the dirt there feel beautiful from the light of his discovery.
Though a back pedal on all that might be part of my very near future.
What would he say when I showed him the next dark corner?
I had to take the chance. And was ready to.
I brought my hands around, covering both of his, stilling his attention to my nipples. “But it could be better.”
So far, so good. He reacted how I’d hoped. With roguish eagerness, he twined our fingers. “It could?”
“Uh-huh.” I emphasized every breathy note. Felt his shaft throb in response. “Just tell me how, little lightning. You have to only say the words, and you know I shall—”
“You could be inside me.”
“Mmmm.” He rumbled it while dipping a hand toward my core. My fingers, still threaded with his, went along for the ride. “So true. I love being inside you. Maybe this time, you can help—”
“No.” I halted us both with a firm squeeze. “I mean…inside me.”
He stiffened. Another expected reaction. “Camell—”
He clutched short as I guided his fingers around my thigh, into the crevice of my backside.
“Camellia.”
It was definitely a night for surprises—even for myself. I didn’t just keep my nerve, but expanded it. With growing surety, I led his touch deeper. I didn’t want him to have a single doubt about my plans.
My body rewarded me for the boldness. The rim of my tightest entrance was alive with a thousand new sensations, all brought on by just the brush of his magical fingers.
“Please tell me this doesn’t violate your vow, Evrest.”
His rough breath trembled the air. So did the potency of his conflict—and the weight of his arousal. No way was he hiding that from me; the swollen evidence was right there between us.
Finally he answered, “That—might depend.”
“On what?”
Another heavy breath…while he worked the first inch of a finger inside me. “On what you really want here, sevette.”
I hissed. Sweet invasion. I hadn’t felt it since being with Harry, who’d never gone beyond pushing in a couple of fingers despite my pleas for more. Now that the consideration crossed my mind, Harry had never been comfortable with anything having to do with “more”. The bedroom scene in his mind was usually set before we ever got undressed, and my deviations on the script—especially the wild and kinky ones—were never welcomed.
But oh, how I longed to deviate now.
“I think you know what I really want there.”
Evrest stilled his finger. I dared a peek over my shoulder, praying his inner deviant would be out and ready to play, too. I had no idea what that would look like—but delighted in what I got. His face was a cross of desire and innocence, a ten year-old who’d seen boobs for the first time. His mouth was open but he slammed it shut, his jaw screwing tight—as twin forest fires lighted all over again in his eyes.
“Camellia—”
“Stop.” I flung up a hand. Whirled my head forward. There were blazes in his eyes, but his voice had ice water of doubt. “It’s all right.” And it was. At least I knew he’d been interested—for a second. “You’re clearly uncomfortable about it—”
“The hell I am.” He backed that up by yanking at my chin, forcing me to confront the fires again. And damn…if we weren’t underground, I was certain his gaze would light the sky clear to Athens. “But if I hurt you—”
“Evrest.” I cut him off with a bossy kiss. “That’s part of the point.”
He scowled. “What?”
“Maybe I want the pain.”
“What?”
I lifted my fingers to his face. “When we leave this room, all I’ll have is memories. Letting you take me like this…it’s like imprinting it deeper inside. Forcing me not to forget. Letting you brand me, from the inside out.”
The confession came from my soul. Instantly, I knew Evrest’s response was the same. A gorgeous sough left him, ending in his mouth’s slow, savoring attack on mine. He barely pulled away before repeating it, diving his tongue deeper…grinding our bodies tighter.
It wasn’t long before our crotches synced to our mouths, undulating at a pace t
hat made my sex weep simply from the pure, primitive force of it. Evrest used the friction to spur his own arousal, dragging his erection down my ass, opening me a little more with each sensual slide. By the time he wrenched his lips away from mine, he was as hard and huge as one of the ripe bananas on the trees outside…and I was a hot mess of raw need.
Made doubly so when he opened his lips, letting me see the feral clench of his teeth.
“Get on the bed, sevette. And lay on your side.”
He didn’t have to tell me more than that. I knew exactly which side.
In giddy silence, I moved to comply. The bed was as soft and welcoming as I remembered, the mountain of pillows a comforting cushion as I curled to my side, away from where Evrest stopped at the toy shelves to gather “helpers” for what he was going to do to me.
Only a minute went by, but it was the longest one of my life. Once more, I wondered if this was even happening, or if I hadn’t just fallen asleep at my desk in the north wing and would wake up recalling the craziest dream of my life. The awful fight with Harry. Picking my way back through the dark tunnels again. Finding Evrest here again. Getting to finally taste him, only to learn he’d sworn off all real enjoyment for his poor penis for nearly two years now. And now this proposition of mine, taking us down the path to a wicked union I’d only ever dreamed about…
Bravo, girlfriend. Making damn good on that promise to make this night count.
My heartbeat tripled as Evrest joined me on the bed. Quadrupled as he pressed his warm body behind mine. Exponentially past that, as he placed two tubes of lube and a condom on the coverlet in front of me.
Well. Nothing like parking the truth in front of a girl.
Lifting the packet, I managed t drawl, “You keep these around ‘in case of ‘emergencies’?”
He kissed my neck then my shoulder before responding. “They keep the toys clean.”
“Oh.”
Oh. It had become one of my favorite words since meeting him. Me, the girl who had at least one good line for every occasion, was now a willing servant to the monosyllables when it came to gawking at how openness, simplicity, and honesty could exist in the same man as sin, seduction, and a dauntingly thorough knowledge of all the equipment in his private kinky toy chest.
And while I was on the fine subject of daunting…
Evrest pressed closer behind me. He was so big. So warm.
So hard.
Ohhhh, hell. He was…hard.
Amazement Awe. And yeah, a little fear. They all added waves of crazy to my flood of desire, causing me to press back against him. Blissful sigh as he began adoring caresses, raking my whole body with his commanding touch. He didn’t miss a single inch, fingers dipping, gliding, exploring…and never failing to stop and tease the curls at my core.
Forget blissful. I was now a jar of marshmallow cream, needy sighs lacing in the air with his guttural grunts, perfectly matched to the mounting intensity through his whole body.
He mesmerized me. He always had, but never so much as now.
I watched, lashes heavy, as he pushed apart my legs with his thigh. His long fingers continued melting me with their mastery. His dark skin against my pale. His conquest, my surrender. His touch…my reinvention. All the body “imperfections” I’d ever obsessed over—the linebacker shoulders, little tummy pooch, bony ankles—were the features that made him groan deeper in appreciation, murmur more words of adoration and lust.
He was utterly beautiful.
And I was beautiful when I was with him.
He hooked his thigh higher, purposely rubbing my intimate folds with the action. Then again…and again…and…
“Shit!” Heat. Need. Clenching…
“Sssshhh,” Everest grated. “Breathe and push out the tension, petite sevette. We will climb there together.”
Which was exactly what I wanted, right? Then why was it so hard to focus on anything but the quivers he brought with each swipe of his leg? The zaps of new lust from every urgent suckle on my neck? And why, why, couldn’t I think my way around the pounding desire in my core to recognize the significance of his grab at the lube in front of me?
The cold slick at my backside answered that one pretty fast.
“Shit,” I repeated.
“Easy,” Evrest exhorted. “Very easy, little doulée.”
I turned a little, angling up to give him better access. “Stretch me,” I begged, “Please…”
He rose a little. Rolled me fully onto my stomach. Parted my cheeks to fill me more fully with the lube. “Raise it, Camellia. Present your beautiful ass to me.”
I sighed. And obeyed. I sincerely hoped he could read my mind now, comprehending what his authority did for me. The permission it gave me to step outside myself, forgetting all the lists and obligations that awaited Cam…and letting Camellia float free.
Camellia, who’d been finally set free by his touch. Camellia, who now saw the full darkness of her desires—and wasn’t afraid of them.
The cold liquid penetrated deeper, brought by one of his beautiful fingers. He slicked me gently but intensified as I moaned, taken to another mental space. It was visceral. Animal. And good…so good.
As he pushed a second finger in back there, he swept his clean hand around to give the same kind of attention to the layers at the other side.
Only now he’d brought a friend. An electrical steel cylinder of one.
Not moving. Not breathing. How could I, as Evrest slid the vibrator to my center? I wasn’t lost in such a deep fog to miss the purpose in his positioning. As soon as he flipped that thing on—
“Oh my God!”
“Sevette.” This time, the word wasn’t an endearment. It was reprimand, snapping as sharp as the elastic band to which the vibrator was attached. The strap smacked the small of my back with a brutal thwack, followed by an erotic sting. “Breathe again for me. Now. Once more.”
I wanted to snarl at him. I wanted to worship him. The vibrator hummed at its lowest setting but I was already so close. So close. My thighs clenched. My walls wept. I was so damn ready. “Evrest. I—I need—”
“To breathe again,” he ordered. “And focus on pushing out.”
I swallowed. He didn’t need to explain further. If I needed to push out, that meant he was delving farther in. Sure enough, with another gentle plunge, his fingers were seated deeper inside me.
Dull pain. Then a sweet, tight ache.
“Ohhh!”
“Fuck,” Evrest grated. “So tight. So hot. My cock cannot wait to claim this.”
Even without his declaration, I knew it. His erection tapped at my ass cheeks as he fucked me with his fingers, gently at first but building in passion. The whole time, he worked in more lube, making my backside as wet and ready as the rest of me. And yes, there was pain, but it was countered by his control on the vibrator, turning up its power as he pushed a third finger into my tight fissure.
There was more to come. So much more. A penetration that seemed impossible now…
“So much,” I blurted. “So…much…” Stupid words, but my profound truth. I’d never teetered so long on the edge of fulfillment before. I was a thread dangled over a razor blade. And dammit, Evrest would keep me hanging as long as he wished, naked and needy and pleading to bleed for him—then thank him for it.
“You can take it, sweet Camellia.”
“Unnhhh!”
“You can, sevette. And you will.”
Only my nod was possible now.
Because he was right.
Because I wanted him to be.
Because I wanted every inch of what he was embedding into me. The heat. The stretch. The pain. And soon, the most intimate part of his body. I’d take it all because I’d never have it again. Oh sure, I’d have other lovers. Perhaps meet a nice guy from Irvine one day, settle into a cute place where we’d sit at my stylish dining room set and talk about our dog and garden—but in the back of my mind and the corners of my soul, they’d all be compared to this…to
the king who commanded my body in total ecstasy and ruled my mind with the dark mist of his own.
Never more so than the moment he reached for the condom packet.
“It is time. I cannot keep my cock from you any longer, Camellia.”
As his long fingers tore open the foil, my pulse sped. As he groaned while fitting the latex over his length, I squirmed. And as he pulled me back over onto my side, this time with the head of his sex slotted snugly at my back hole, I went into kneejerk mode—and stiffened from head to toe.
“Breathe, sevette.”
“I know, I know. You’re—you’re just so—”
Would words ever come easily to me again? Picking one now was like running an eighty yard touchdown run. They all fit best. Huge? Impressive? A freak in the well-hung department? They’d all be right—but not very helpful in calming my sudden jitters about the erection now pressing at my sensitive rim, demanding entrance to the tiniest hole in my body.
“All of it may not fit.” His voice was serrated. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” I wasn’t being noble. I meant it. I needed to be joined to him, to have his body as part of mine, even like this. “Please don’t stop. Please…don’t…”
The sound died in my throat, overcome by Evrest’s primal groan. It was so hard to believe that I’d first met him as an urbane leader, wrapped in a fitted doublet and royal protocols. He was nothing but feral predator now, slave to the pulsing flesh he inched into my channel, invading me more fully than I’d ever thought possible.
When he slid out, I exhaled hard. The relief was temporary and I knew it. “Fuck.” Amazement coated his tone now. “Oh fuck, Camellia. Please tell me this is just as good for you.”
I inhaled. Exhaled. Forced myself to relax. For the chance to bring that wonder to his voice again, I would make it good—somehow.
He did his part for the cause. Worked himself in slowly, despite how his thighs shook from the effort of holding back. His fingers, spread across both my cheeks to keep me open, dug with brutal insistence.
He pushed in farther.
Joining with me.
Taking what he needed from me.
While my spirit and soul were thrilled, my throbbing backside wasn’t. Despite the help of all the lube, his sex strained like nothing I’d ever felt.
