“What’s wrong, baby?” Another rub over her skin then another shiver, “Do you want me to stop?” No, his mind screamed. Please don’t say you want me to stop, but deep inside Drake knew that he was looking at her in the middle of some full blown erotic moment and she didn’t want to stop. His heart raced in his chest.
Her lips trembled delicately and fire burned deep inside his body. “No…please don’t stop.” Her head twisted on the cushions, tangling her gorgeous hair around her head and then she whimpered. His heart twisted. God, she was so beautiful, so innocently sensual that he had to stop himself from ripping the jeans from her body and slamming into her, claiming her in a way that would mark him and her forever together. Then she said something that made him freeze. “I’ve waited so long…so very long…”
Drake let his head fall in the valley of her breasts. He drug in deep breath after deep breath, the reality of what she was saying slamming into his brain and body. He knew by the tone of her voice, the sincerity that came out even in passion, that she was speaking honestly and she probably didn’t even know it. He could play with her, drag out more words, make her feel as if she was incriminating herself, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t be harsh with her, not Nadia. He wanted to feel her, teach her everything she didn’t know about passion and sex. He wanted to be the man that made her burn. To know that she had waited for a moment like this between them made Drake feel low, extremely base. She had known him forever and in all those years he had never caught on to the way she felt for him.
Apparently he wasn’t as strong in his abilities as he thought he had been.
Then something occurred to him. He knew some women thought sex equated to love. He knew that their emotions came into play more than a man’s did. And ever since she was old enough to know better, Nadia had seen him with a different woman every week. He had paraded them on his arm as if he was showing off a new toy. And she had seen him do it. The pain she must have felt was probably overwhelming. Because he knew, deep down, that Nadia cared for him, those feelings of lust were deeply intertwined with feelings she had for him.
Drake took a deep breath and she shuddered beneath him. Damn, he had been quiet and still for too long. She knew that he was thinking, sorting out what she had just said. When her fingers left his hair to shove him away, Drake knew he had to do something to keep her there with him, otherwise she would run away, deathly embarrassed by what she had said, and he would never see her again.
He leaned up, and in seconds she was out from under him. Drake got a moment to glance at the beauty of her body, her breasts free of the bra, her hair wild around her shoulders, and her mouth thoroughly swollen from their kisses, before his eyes settled on hers. Tears were welling there and his heart sped up. Just as she was slipping the straps of her bra back on her shoulders, he grabbed her arms pulling her around to face him on the sofa. She tried to get away, but she was fighting a losing battle, and she knew it.
He didn’t say anything. He just pulled her fighting mad body closer to him, and let his mouth capture hers. She instantly stopped, giving into the kiss, becoming so malleable in his hands that he could have picked her up and whisked her away to his bed, but he didn’t.
Seconds later, just when he was deepening the kiss, she stiffened, then shoved him away. After a slight scuffle he caught her arms again, pulling her close against him.
“Stop this…you’re only doing this out of pity.” She threw at him, catching him off guard with her words.
“Pity? You think I pity you?” He arched his eyebrows and gave her a cross look, mixed with enough anger to showcase his glowing eyes. She stopped moving, trying to get away from him and stared, her heart all but beating from her chest. He held her close enough that he could feel the soft weight of her breasts, still sitting outside the cups of her bra, pressing against his chest. Not above using his body to get what he wanted, especially from Nadia, Drake used his hands to move her upper body, causing her sensitive breasts to rub against his chest hair. He knew that would stimulate her, and by the way she stiffened against him once again, he knew he was right.
Her nipples turned to hard little brands against him. When she moaned and shook, letting her head drop against his body, he almost passed out, knowing he had stopped her from running out on him, but now he had to keep her there with him.
“I don’t pity you.” His hands lifted her high against his chest and she gasped sending her arms out to close around his shoulders. “We won’t speak of pity again. I don’t like how you put yourself down whenever you are around me. That’s enough of that.” He placed a sweetly chaste kiss against her lips and noticed the tears were disappearing. “I want to give you pleasure, angel. I want you shaking in my arms, screaming my name, pulling my hair, clawing my back, hell pretty much whatever you want to do…except run out that door. You won’t be doing that, no matter what you admit to me.” He smiled at her. “Are we understood?”
She nodded, her eyes a wide and luminous green as they peered at him. Drake felt that look in his soul.
“Good.”
Without another word, he placed her sitting back on the loveseat. She immediately used her hands to cover her breasts, but Drake would have none of that. He gently pulled them away with a tsking sound.
“No need to cover up something so beautiful.”
She let him move her hands, but Drake could read the tension in her body. He needed to do something to counter it, to take her mind from it. He opened her legs and knelt between them, settling his body right up against hers. She gasped when his arms came around her waist, pulling her hips into his, and her breasts into his chest once more. Hot little nipples poked him, and he couldn’t help the rolling motion of his hips against hers. Her hands went around his waist and she countered his hip motion with one of her own. Drake growled his encouragement.
“Darlin’, if at anytime you want to do something to me or my body you go right ahead and do it. This is all for you.” He had no idea how he got the words out but he did. Nadia murmured something incoherent, but he didn’t hear the word stop, so he wasn’t going to.
He placed a kiss to the slope of her shoulders while his hand came to the clasp of her bra. He played with the hooks for a moment, trying to feel any hints from her that she might want him to stop, but nothing escaped her mouth other than a few sighs and moans when her hips canted against his. He tugged the clasp open and immediately removed the offending material from her body.
Leaning back a bit, he studied her, the fragile beauty in his arms that shook with passion. Her long hair was a wild mess, her pale skin was splashed with a furious blush, and her breasts, God, her breasts were perfection. Beautiful, firm globes tipped with darkened nipples. Drake’s pulse raced along with blood rushing to his cock.
He looked into her eyes, caught the hazy, drowsy look that she had and let his head lean down towards her chest. He wanted to worship her body, send her into a tailspin with nothing on between them. His mouth caught the little crest of her nipple and he tugged with his lips. She gasped and grabbed his head, telling him without words that he was doing exactly what she wanted.
He let one hand come up under her breast, plumping it towards his mouth, as he pulled her deeply with a soft suction. He tongued her nipple, being so tortuous to the soft, sweet flesh that her hips jerked against his.
“Yes…oh God yes…” She told him. Drake couldn’t stop himself from looking up her chest and watching as she leaned her head back and gave into the furious blaze of emotions that were shaking her at the moment. She wanted this so much that her body pulsated with forerunners of ecstasy. He could feel them arcing onto him, pulling at his subconscious, telling him to let go of his control and plunder, take her.
No. He wanted to give her everything, show her more before she made up her mind about having sex with him. This was, and always would be, her decision.
His hands came to the front of her jeans and he undid the button and soon enough he was pulling the jeans from her body, ne
xt were her underwear, and she didn’t even blink whenever he leaned her against the back cushions, her body fully exposed to his gaze. Her hands went above her head, tangling in her hair, her chest raised, showcasing those beautiful tipped breasts and small waist. Her hips were uplifted, canted in his direction, making Drake’s mouth water.
With his hands on the cushions beside her hips, Drake stared at her, wondering how he had never noticed or responded to this amazing woman before now. A purely primal feeling rose up inside of him. She was his, always his, she would never belong to anyone else, and he would show her that from now on. She was not leaving him. He wouldn’t give her the option.
He let his hand trail from her collarbone, down the center of her chest to where her legs came to a V. Short, trimmed hair protected her, but not for long. He settled both of his hands on her hips, letting his thumbs trace the short dark hair there, tempting her beyond all reason.
“Drake…don’t stop…” She asked him, her head twisting on the back of the sofa, so earnest in her passion, so wanting. Her legs opened wider, her calves resting against his ass and blood in his body began to boil. He needed to make her come before he attacked her. “I can’t believe…this is happening…”
Oh yeah, he needed to shut her up. Apparently being intimate made her talkative. Without another moment to lose, he leaned down gave himself one second to inhale her sweetly sharp woman scent and placed his thumbs on her soft skin, moving her open so that he could settle his mouth on the one place that he couldn’t wait to taste.
***
Heaven help her, but he was going to kill her with pleasure.
With a wicked tongue and a sensual, naughty mouth, Drake was sin in its purest form. He was showing her what she had only dreamt about, what she had never thought to experience with a man. And Lord above, but he knew how to make an impression.
At the moment Nadia knew his head was buried between her legs; her legs were locked over his shoulders and his hands were holding her wide open for his and her pleasure, but she didn’t see the shame or embarrassment, like she thought would have been there. Instead, she saw the utter giving of his actions. He wanted to do this for her. He wanted her to scream with satisfaction. He wanted her shaking and clawing his back. He had told her that after all. Nadia felt the need he had inside his body for her, but she also felt the emotion that he rarely showed anyone. He wanted this for her. He wanted her to feel good. Most of all she knew he wanted to be the one to give it to her.
His tongue surged deep inside of her body and she jerked, feeling the fire shoot along her veins, seeming to coalesce out of nowhere and slide like wildfire through her body. He nipped at her, hinting of the power he had with his fangs; he tongued her gently, and Nadia could feel the slickness of her body as he proved to her that he could indeed do depraved things to her.
With all coherent thought flying out of her head by the second, Nadia gave over to the sinfully delicious slide of his tongue against her body. She didn’t think of the pain he might cause her later. She didn’t think of how he might leave her in the dust after whatever they did together was over. All she thought about was the elusive explosion that would rock her body in mere moments. She knew she was close and with his mouth licking and sucking at her, and his tongue moving against her with so much knowledge for what he was doing, she knew it would be big when it hit.
She grabbed his hair in her hands and gripped, keeping him tucked right where he was, not letting him move. Just as she was letting her body start to come to grips with what he was doing, he thrust his finger deep, sending shockwaves throughout her body and making her moan his name.
Oh God, so close, she was so close.
With his free hand he surged up her body and touched her breast, plying the sensitive nipple with quick fingers. A scream began deep in her body. She wanted to release all these emotions out to him, make him realize what he was doing to her, and then he thrust another finger in and she couldn’t handle the pressure…she burst.
With that scream, she gave in, and let ecstasy pour over her in throbbing waves, sending sparks out from her nerves, screaming down her spine and shooting deep within her body. For seconds she didn’t feel anything besides the clamoring urge to shake and fall apart, bit by bit while Drake continued to ply her body with his mouth, not letting up one second.
She had exploded into millions of pieces and seconds later her body was slowly, meticulously being placed back together, but with a shaky hand. In slow degrees she finally came down from the surge of pleasure that rocked her. She blinked lazily, stunned with the debilitating drowsiness that was pressing down upon her. In seconds she realized he had stopped and was now leaning over her body, his breath hot against her chest, his eyes glowing feral yellow at her from where he pinned her with his gaze. She shivered.
***
God, she was so damn stunning. With her hair now truly messed up, eyes still half lidded from her recent orgasm and body beautifully flushed, she looked like a sinful goddess lying before him. Drake took a deep, steadying breath and tried to calm down his raging erection.
Her skin was dewy from their actions moments before. His finger took up tracing the soft skin that ran from right under her breast to the slight ridge of her hipbone. She shuddered on every down stroke and soon enough Drake had figured out that she was extremely ticklish. He smiled at that discovery, glad that he had learned something so personal about her, something for only him to know.
There was no reason to move. He was in no hurry to get up even if the floor was uncomfortable; he didn’t mind. One of the loveliest views he had ever seen was directly in his sights. He wouldn’t rush things right now for any price.
She was still nervous, still unsure despite what had happened between them. From her point of view Drake assumed it was because, apparently, she had wanted him for so long and now with him here, giving her what she wanted, it was still a surreal moment for her. She was still soaking it all in.
Her heartfelt admission from minutes before still rang in his ears. When she had uttered those words, his heart had about stopped. He could still sense her desperation at wanting to take the words back, to make it to where he had never known about her secret desire. Looking at her soft hazy expression, with her barely open, vibrant green eyes and luscious black hair, there was a burn deep in his chest that was alot like tenderness. So beautiful and yet so thoroughly naïve about certain things, didn’t she know she was supposed to keep her heart closed off from men? Didn’t she know she wasn’t supposed to show a man how much their time spent together meant to her? No, his little angel was not up to par in the ways of seduction and sex that he was, and he found himself wanting to protect her all the more for that reason.
She was so exquisitely innocent about things that he knew everything about. That made her inherently dangerous to him, which of course could be why he wasn’t crawling over her body right now and plunging headlong into what he knew would be something extremely tight and hot.
For some reason every time he had the barest thought in his mind to do exactly that, his Druid side, which was usually so aggressive, calmed. Nadia’s hidden sensuality and apparent emotions obviously kick started his protective side. He would no more hurt her than he would rip off his own arm. Now that he realized that it made things a bit easier for him when he was around her.
A sigh caught his attention. Drake looked up from where his fingers were drawing designs on her skin to see that her eyelids were so heavy she could barely keep them open. With a slight smile, he let both of his hands settle on her midsection. He closed his eyes, focusing on a specific spell that would send her into a much needed deep, comfortable sleep. Within seconds he felt a slight burn in his fingertips and then the incantation was over.
He opened his eyes again to see Nadia lost to him and the world. Being as gentle as possible, he unwove his body from above hers and gathered her in his arms. Within seconds he was in his large master bedroom and was settling her on the bed, under the covers.
For a few minutes he allowed himself to lie next to her. With a patience that astounded even him, he watched her breathe deeply and evenly, amazed at the small package of dynamite that had so artlessly and slyly snuck her way into his life, even though she had been there all along. He let his large hand cover hers on top of the blanket, her long graceful fingers slide in and out between his own. He marveled at the delicate build of her body while he knew she had a bulldog persona in business.
Her profile was beautifully relaxed and calm and Drake knew he was partly the reason for that. A faint glimmer of hope burst inside of his chest. What would it be like to wake up beside her every morning, to never feel loneliness again, to never have to slake his lust with women that didn’t know his secrets, to make love to her instead of other women, like he had in the past? All the things, the possibilities that they could have as a couple flickered to life, images similar to a movie reel playing in his mind.
Without giving himself too much time to dwell on the future he went back to studying her while deep inside, in a hidden part of him, his very being vibrated with a purely male need to mate and adhere to this one woman who was slowly entangling herself into his very life’s thread.
***
Rain awoke Nadia.
The sound of the gentle downpour invaded her ears and then roused her completely as a thunderclap vibrated around her. Eyes still heavy from a peaceful and dreamless sleep, she yawned then stretched, finally settling on her side again, her eyes starting to close once more…when a thought hit her-why wasn’t she trembling with tension because of the storm? Even though it wasn’t as violent as some of the ones that rattled to life in South Texas, it was still strong enough to cause lightning and thunder, which was more than enough to wake her and keep her in a stranglehold of panic. Her fear of storms was something that always embarrassed her, and it was the reason why she was now instantly curious as to why she wasn’t biting her lip and praying every prayer she knew for protection.
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