by Lora Leigh
"Let me steal it more," she whimpered, pulling at his shirt, desperate to bare his flesh. "You're not teasing me again, Kell. Not this time. You have to finish this."
She was desperate to feel him over her, inside her. As her head turned, her lips seeking his, she couldn't stop the mewling little cry of need that fell from her lips.
But it got results. It got his hands gripping the hem of her shirt to pull it over her breasts before he tore free of her kiss to jerk it over her head.
His shirt went next, courtesy of her hands gripping the edges and pulling, jerking, tearing the buttons free and leaving the material hanging on his broad chest.
"Fierce little vixen, eh?" It was a statement. The tone was an erotic thrill of desire that pierced her womb.
"Very fierce." She panted, moving back as her fingers went to the snap of her jeans and she toed her sneakers from her feet. "Get naked, Kell. Now."
Naked came quickly. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching as she released her jeans and began pushing them over her legs.
His boots were untied and jerked from his feet in seconds.
As her jeans passed the lace of her panties he was pushing his over his hips, disposing of them and his underwear and socks in one fell swoop.
Before her own jeans passed her ankles he was lifting her to him, bearing her to the bed and fighting her for the supremacy of being on top as their lips came together once again.
Short little cries fell from Emily's lips as he used his larger, stronger body to hold her in place, sprawling between her thighs, his hands anchoring her wrists to the mattress as his lips ravished hers.
This wasn't the previous, slow, determined seduction that Kell had employed each time he touched her. As though each touch had to be controlled, each kiss calculated.
There was nothing calculated here. This was pure male hunger.
"You'll do as I say." He suddenly tore his lips from hers, his voice ragged, determined. "Promise me, Emily. You'll follow me. Swear it to me."
Her head thrashed on the bed.
"I can't lose you. Not you, Em," he groaned then. "I can't live through it again. Sweet baby. Don't you leave me."
Before she could question him, before she could do more than glimpse the pain burning in his eyes and feel it echoing in her heart, his lips were moving along her collarbone, then to the mounds of her breasts rising above the lace of her bra.
"Sweet ecstasy framed by silken lace," he groaned as he leaned back to stare down at her, his gaze going to the hard points of her nipples beneath the lace. "Have I mentioned, darlin', how much I love those pretty breasts, those sweet little nipples?"
"Kell—" She protested the pain raging in his expression.
"I look at you, and I see peace. A slice of heaven." He released her wrists, his fingers moving between her breasts to the clip that held the lace cups secure.
His face was filled with hunger, and not just sexual. She could feel it. See it. A need that transcended sex and moved into the soul.
As the cups of her bra slid free of her flesh, his lashes drifted lower, the green of his eyes glittered behind thick black lashes.
"I need to love you," he whispered then. "Soft candlelight. No danger. No worry. Just me and you."
"You can have that—now." Her breathing hitched as the backs of his fingers smoothed over one tight nipple. "I don't need candles, Kell. I just need you."
"I know why your father needs to protect you." He bent to her again, his lips feathering above her nipple. "You touch everyone, Emily. You touch a father's heart. A stranger's loyalty, and the soul I never knew I had. You touch it, and you remind us of all the innocence we've lost in the world."
Emily shook her head. "I'm not innocence, Kell. I'm just a woman."
"Sweet innocence," he said, denying her words. "So pure and bright. Like a living flame." His head lifted, his gaze piercing hers with a sense of desperation she couldn't describe. "Keep me warm, just like this, always."
She had to touch him. Her hands lifted to his face, her thumbs moving over his lips as her fingers framed his cheeks. The feel of the rough, day-old growth of beard that had reappeared since he had shaved early that morning prickled her palms. His lips moved against her thumbs, kissing them, his tongue stroking over them.
"I'm here," she whispered.
"Always be here, Emily."
"For as long as you'll let me."
She would be with him forever, if he stayed. If he loved. As she loved.
She loved him. She had known it was coming. She had felt it building, but had tried to convince herself she could hold back.
There was no holding it back. It already had her by the heart and was moving slowly, irrevocably, into her soul.
The pain eased slowly from his eyes to be replaced by a fierce, untamed emotion. Untamed and unquenchable. She could see it, clear to his soul, as her breath caught.
"You're mine," he told her then, his voice strong, rough. "Mine, Emily."
His hips moved between her thighs, the heavy length of his erection pressing against the thin panel of lace that covered her pussy.
"Yours," she gasped. She had no argument with that. She would always belong to him. She would always need him, ache for him.
She had dreamed of him for years. A bad boy. Mocking. Rough. Strong and determined. Kell was that and more.
A thin, low cry came from her lips as his head descended once again, his lips covering a sensitive nipple and drawing it into his mouth as his hand moved to the elastic band of her panties.
As she arched, pushing her nipple deeper into the heated grip his lips had on it, she felt the band tear. The lace disintegrated beneath the tug he gave it. The other side was treated to the same determined effort, leaving her panties in shreds around her, but the heated length of his cock now slid against the slick folds of her pussy.
"Kell. Oh God. I don't know if I can stand it." The act of having her clothes torn from her body was nearly more than she could bear.
She was ready to come now. Just as she had been the day he had ripped the seam of the capris to bury his lips between her thighs.
He was wicked and unpredictable. Sensual and sexual. He was heating her to the point that she could feel the flames whipping through her body and searing her nerve endings.
"Ahh, that's more like it," he drawled, his hips shifting, dragging his erection over the folds it was pressed against.
Emily moaned at the feeling of the hard, throbbing flesh against her clit, caressing it, stroking across it.
"God! The feel of you." His head lifted from her breast, his eyes darkening as he shifted, drawing back to sit on his knees and stare down at her with raging need.
The need raged inside Emily as well. She had no idea how to control it, how to do anything but reach for him.
Her hands slid from his chest to his hard abs, her nails scraping against his flesh as she watched the muscles beneath it flex and ripple.
Lower, his cock pressed between her thighs, rising above her mound, the hard flesh glistening with her juices as a creamy bead of precum welled at the tip of the wide crest.
"Why are you waiting?" she asked breathlessly.
He was breathing harshly, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingers clenching and unclenching restlessly in her flesh.
"Condom." The word was pushed between clenched teeth. "I didn't bring a condom in with me."
"At all?" Her lips parted in distress.
"In my room." He breathed in slowly, carefully. "I left them in my bag. In my room. Your butler put my bag in my room."
Condoms. God, she hated the thought of a condom, the thought of anything between his flesh and hers. But the thought of the consequences had her moving, searching.
She ignored his frustrated growl as she moved back, forcing his flesh from hers as she turned to her side and reached for the drawer at her bedside table.
Her hand fumbled as she felt his palm pat the cheek of her rear heavily. The little slap had her je
rking, had stars exploding before her eyes before she could reach inside the drawer, scrambling for the little foil packs she had thrown in there on her last visit home. A girl needed to be prepared.
There. She gripped one, only to collapse against the bed as she felt his lips on her rear, where his hand had landed smoothing over her skin as his tongue licked a fiery damp blaze across the flesh.
She lay on her side, one leg bent, the other stretched out on the mattress. His hand caressed up that leg, his fingers moving higher, to her thigh, then to the rich center of her body.
"The sweetest pussy in the world," he whispered hoarsely as his fingers skimmed over the swollen flesh and his body shifted. "Give me that fucking condom, Emily, or we're going to make more than a little love here."
Her womb clenched at the sound of his voice. It was tighter, his accent thicker, and his cock was nudging at her as he lifted her thigh to allow the hardened flesh to part the wet
folds of her pussy.
Shaking, she dug her head into the pillow at the feel of his cock pressing against her and forced her hand back, holding the foil pack out tohim.
"I'm going to spank you for having condoms on hand. Remind me to do that." He took it quickly, there was the sound of the packet ripping, and seconds later, she felt him moving, his erection retreating.
"I wanted to be a Girl Scout," she moaned. "Always prepared."
"That's Boy Scouts," he growled, pressing her thighs as she lay on her side.
"Like this." He smoothed his hand down her flank. "I'm going to take you like this, Emily. You'll feel me deeper, thicker. Like flames pleasuring you."
He lifted her thigh, holding it against his own until he came down to her, covering her, his cock sliding against her as she felt his breath against her ear.
"Feel me, sugar," he whispered at her ear as he began to press forward. "Feel me take you. All the way to your soul, Emily. Feel me take you."
The fingers of one large hand laced themselves with her smaller one as she felt the penetration begin. She hadn't expected it to be easy. She had expected pain. She hadn't expected a lot of pleasure the first time.
But it was there. The heavy stretching sensation, a burning, pulling pleasure that stole her breath as he worked the crest of his erection in and out, opening her slowly.
She could feel his cock throbbing. The head was so thick, so heavy inside her, stretching the tender tissue as explosion of color ruptured behind her closed lashes.
She tried to move beneath him, to press closer. She wanted it done. She wanted to be full of him, possessed by him. "Easy, little one," he whispered roughly at her ear. "Slow and easy."
Slow and easy? He wanted this slow and easy?
"You'll kill me waiting," she cried out breathlessly. "You've teased me to death, Kell. I can't take more."
She tightened her muscles on him, heard his ragged groan, and moaned in rising ecstasy.
She tightened again, trying to draw him deeper, to force him into taking her. Waiting wasn't what she wanted.
Chapter Fourteen
Kell could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, dampening his hair and shoulders and doing little to cool the fire raging in his body.
God, she was hot. Her pussy was melting around him, heating him, drawing him deeper inside, and searing his mind. He had never known this much pleasure with another woman. He had never felt the blinding heat that consumed him, the loss of control that had him shaking with the need to plunge forcibly into her.
She was so tight. The obstruction of her innocence was a slapping reminder that he could hurt her so easily.
But she was wild beneath him. Despite the position he had her in, on her side, as he braced himself above her, his cock penetrating her from behind as he bent her leg closer into her flexing stomach.
"Kell." Her arm twined around his as he braced himself on the mattress beside her. "Please. Take me now."
He was fighting to breathe, feeling her pussy like a snug, velvet fist around the sensitive head of his dick.
"So slick and wet." He bent his head until it rested at her shoulder, his tongue lapping at the sweat-dampened flesh as he retreated once again.
"If you don't fuck me I'm going to shoot you with your own gun," she cried out harshly.
The words. Sweet mercy. The word "fuck" coming out of her mouth was more than he could bear. His hips bunched, his knees digging into the mattress as his teeth clamped over her shoulder, and he drove home.
Emily screamed. His name. Screamed for mercy and from the sheer electric rapture that drove up her spine and exploded in her head.
There was pain, but it blended with the pleasure, drawing her on a rack of such blinding sensation that she couldn't make sense of it.
It went beyond pleasure. It went beyond anything she could have expected. The delicate muscles of her pussy clenched and rippled around him, stretched tight, exposing hidden nerve endings that rioted with the feel of his cock throbbing against them.
Kell’s teeth were still locked in her shoulder, another erotic sensation as his harsh breathing sounded behind her. He was holding himself still, frozen; the only motion from his body was the flexing of his abdomen at her hip, the throb of his cock buried inside her, and his harsh breathing.
He was huge inside her. Heavy. Hot. She shifted beneath him, trying to move, to add to the sensations rippling through her body. She was so close to orgasm that it was almost agonizing to wait.
"Stay still, chère," he groaned then, the sound ripping from his throat. "Let yourself ease around me."
Ease around him? He was huge inside her. A thick heavy weight penetrating tender tissue, each throb of the heated stalk a latent caress that only made her wilder.
His hips jerked against her, dragging a startled cry from her lips as explosions of light shattered in her head. Oh God, she could become addicted to this. To this pleasure. To the sensations bordering on pain, but so exquisitely intense that her body began to riot for more. Every nerve ending, every cell, every cry from her lips as she began to writhe beneath him was a demand, an imploring, as the hunger inside her began to grow to a frantic level.
"Sweet. Chère. Hold on." He buried his head against her neck, his larger body restraining hers. "I'm too close, bébé." His accent began to thicken, deepen.
"Now," she whimpered. "Oh God, Kell. Now. Please. I need it. I need you."
She tightened on him again, an abstract memory of something she had once read coming to the fore. She fought for the control to caress him as she had never caressed another man, and the results were staggering.
A harsh male groan tore from his throat as he began to move. His cock drew back then pushed forward in a long, slow thrust that dragged a wail from her lips.
She could feel every inch of him burrowing inside her. The thick crest parted hungry tissue. Heavy veins throbbed with heat and hunger. And as he slid to the hilt once again, his control seemed to shatter.
Emily fought to make sense of the sensations, but she found it was all she could do to make sense of breathing as he began to move.
He began to tear her mind from her body. His hand gripped her thigh, lifted it, exposing more of her as he began to thrust inside her. Plunging deep and hard, he began to move his hips in rhythm, with a power that stole any ability to think.
Her fingers dug into the mattress as he held her restrained beneath him. She should have fought the control, but the rising sensations building, burning, inside her were too intense. She could do nothing but feel. And the feelings were so intense, so shattering. His cock shafted inside her, almost bruising in its girth, searing in its pleasure.
Reality was a thing of the past. Danger was nonexistent. There was only this. Only the speeding sensations ripping through her nerve endings, the feel of his erection stretching
her, filling her. Then the blinding, soul-shattering orgasm that ripped through her with the force of a cataclysmic event.
Ah, sweet heaven, she was so tight; her pussy clenche
d around his cock with a strength that stole his breath as her climax washed over her. Kell surged in deep and strong, paused, waiting, flexing inside her as he relished the heat and pleasure of her pussy flexing around him.
Holding back his own release was agonizing. He clenched his teeth, blinked back the sweat from his eyes, and forced himself to wait.
Just once more. He wanted to feel the tightening, rippling heat of her as she exploded around him just one more time.
As the grip eased, marginally, he began to move again. Her breathing was broken, his name a breathless litany on her lips that seemed to soothe something ragged inside him.
