“I know about death, baby. I know about pain. I would have welcomed that final answer two years ago if you hadn’t held me in your arms and whispered in my ear that you needed me,” he said. His body was fully draped over hers and he lay his cheek against hers to whisper, “Do you remember that night, Prin?” His eyes closed. “You Dream Walked me back to life and we have been together ever since. Don’t ask me to leave you now over something that we can fight. I can’t, baby. I won’t leave you.”
Prin’s hands inched up the bed. Her fingers traveled around his elbows and slid over muscular forearms as she stretched up until her palms glided over the backs of his hands. Her fingers slipped down between his. Their hands clenched together.
“You owe me two years worth of sleep, Gray,” she replied softly. “And then you owe me an explanation.”
Gray lifted his head and peered down at her.
“You can start paying me back right after you finish fucking your woman.” Her eyes were still closed but her lips tilted in a contented smile.
A grin crept across his face as his hips rocked into her slowly. “You know who I am?”
“Mmmm. As you said, I know what you are.” She pushed back at him with every gentle thrust. Her body thrummed in an unbelievably desperate arousal, the blended pain and pleasure made her drunk, needy.
“When?” He lifted most of his weight off her and shifted back on his knees a bit for better leverage. Every inch of his cock was squeezed tightly as he drew out of her.
“When…?” Her breath hitched as his body pulled out and shoved back into her insistently. “What?” Tingling fire shot up her spine and her cunt convulsed as it bathed him in her silky fluid. Her tired body writhed weakly beneath him.
“When did you know who I am to you?” he asked again. He sat back on his knees behind her. He watched himself disappear into her as he looked down. So pretty. She stretched around him so tightly. His balls slapped her clit and splattered the evidence of her pleasure over both their thighs.
“When I woke… Oh, God, more, Sir… Saturday night… Please, Sir…and could think. Ah. I thought of… Oh, God. Yesss… Just like that… I thought maybe you…ah could be, um… Damn it, Sir, I ah… I can’t talk and… Ohhhhh…” Moaning loudly, she felt his fingers snake around her hip to trace every bare inch of her cunt. Gentle fingers tracked down the plump folds stretched so tightly around the root of him, and back up to her clit. His slow, sure strokes destroyed her ability to think a little bit more with every damp caress. She bucked back at him.
One hand clamped down on her hip while the other tormented her clit. He leaned over her again—powerful thighs steadily pounded his monster erection into her. “Who do you belong to, Baby Girl?”
Her hands now gripped the headboard to brace herself. Those insidious fingers never stopped pinching, plucking, and then gently soothing her swollen little clit. Pleasure tore though her and her body quivered on the edge of release.
Suddenly a harsh slap landed on her bottom.
“Come on, my sweet bitch,” he panted, driving into her even harder. “Tell me who owns this greedy little body!” Another sharp blow accompanied his demand.
“You!” she screamed. “Only you!”
“Say my name, damn you!” The guttural growl was hardly intelligible. Steady spanks were raining down on her quivering ass, turning it a bright, glowing red as he rode brutally into her grasping cunt.
She thrust herself back at him. Lifting her pink ass for each smack and moaning deeply. The decadent pleasures became unbearable. The humiliation was in loving being spanked and fucked like a bitch in heat at the same time. It drove her over the edge of sanity. She screamed his name over and over again. Prin climaxed so hard her body bowed off the bed, supporting his entire weight on her toes and hands. He slammed her back down with a body-powered thrust.
The beast inside him roared his satisfaction. At last, he was dominating his mate through her climax, ramming into her convulsing cunt and forcing her to take more. The beast assured her submission by not allowing her to stop coming. He hammered her harder. Struggling to pull out and slam back in as her inner muscles gripped him so tightly. Finally, he exploded inside her. Clutching her, he jerked helplessly as endless streams of hot cum blew out the head of his cock. Incessant aftershocks racked his body. She responded with a shuddering tremble of her own each time he jerked in her. It took a long time for reality to creep back into the room.
Dazed, he pulled out and rolled off of her. Gray looked over at her limp, exhausted form and swore viciously. She was crying. Soft sobs shivered through her worn-out body as tears slipped down her cheeks. She lay there with her arms huddled under her, her legs spread wide in submission and wept.
Gray wanted to kick his own ass into next week. She obviously could hardly move. He knew all too well about intense pain. Pain too terrible to even let you scream. Had he caused her some internal damage? Being crazed with lust and banging the hell out of her was possibly the most stupid thing he could have done. Damn, like that was going to make the woman need his brainless ass. Scrambling frantically to sit up, he grabbed the pillows out from under her and searched the bedding for blood.
Chapter Eight
“Where does it hurt, honey? I’ll get a blanket around you and take you straight to the emergency room!” He rolled off the bed and searched for his pants as he flung the condom away carelessly.
“Get back here and hold me,” the whispery little demand wobbled out softly.
Gray froze, and peered around at her. “You’re not bleeding?” he inquired, still looking for any visible signs of injury.
She shook her head no and sniffled.
“Not in pain?” he continued, slowing his search as nothing seemed blood-spattered.
Rolling over slowly and holding up her arms, reaching for him, she shook her head no again.
He edged gingerly back up on the bed. Leaning over her but not touching, he worriedly searched her face. Her outstretched arms rested along his as he held himself up over her, a hand planted on either side of her rib cage.
He closed his eyes and grimaced. If it wasn’t a physical pain, it was something worse. Steeling himself for what could only be a painful response to his question, he asked, “Tell me why you’re crying, Baby Girl.”
She laughed gently up at him. “Because I’m so happy. Because I’m scared.”
He eased down onto her, his arms tunneling under her to fold the still quaking body into him. He frowned down at her in confusion. “What scared you, baby? Did I?”
She nodded yes.
A stricken look crossed his face. “Can we discuss it?”
Prin nestled into his shoulder and let him turn them over so she draped across his chest, his hands running gently up and down her back.
She shook her head again, sniffled softly and laughed at the same time. “I guess we’d better. I’m not getting over it.”
Gray’s body froze. He didn’t even breathe. She wouldn’t be sure his heart kept beating if her ear hadn’t been pressed to his chest. Lifting her head to look at him, she frowned. “Gray, are you all right?” Her tear-bright eyes searched his pale face.
“Really? You’re afraid of me?” Gray croaked. The realization that he’d damaged the only precious thing in his world shattered him. It had been a rough fuck, but he’d given her pleasure before, made sure she was ready. For a moment, when he’d seen she was crying, he’d been ready to do bodily harm to himself over it. But then she’d seemed to want him again. Now she was telling him that he scared her? That she couldn’t handle what they were together?
“Of course, I’m afraid of you! I have no defenses where you’re concerned. You touch me and I fly. It scares the stuffing out of me. You wander in and out of my dreams like you own them. That’s spooky and not even fair. I can’t say no to you. That’s the scariest part of all.” Her list of items didn’t sound hysterical. It sounded—petulant.
Gray’s body slowly relaxed as he digested her words
and carefully analyzed the mood in which they were delivered. “You said you were happy, too. What are you happy about?”
“I’m happy about you. I need no defenses where you’re concerned. You touch me and I fly. You wander in and out my dreams. I can’t say no to you. You make me happy.” Her voice purred this list. It was melodic and dreamy.
“The tears, baby, were they happy or afraid?” Gray pressed. He ruthlessly held the joy in check as he absorbed her second list. He had to be sure. There was no margin for error. A more truly life and death situation had never occurred for him before.
“Both,” her tone turned tired.
“How am I supposed to know the difference? How can I fix it if I don’t know the difference?” Frowning fiercely, Gray stared at her. The total concentration on her words manifested in his intense scrutiny.
“You just have to be there, Gray. You’ll know the difference.” Smiling into his chest her eyes closed again and tears dripped onto his skin. They lay there for a while. He kept thinking the tears would end, but a steady, quiet stream of them continued.
“Baby?” his tone still worried.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“We still with the happy tears?” he asked cautiously.
“Um-hmm,” she assured him.
“I love you, Prin.” His low voice reverberated into her bones, his tone and timbre a deep resonance as he held his heart out to her.
Prin propped her head up on his chest, watery warm chocolate eyes surveyed him. Smiling gently up at her dark, worried warrior, she reached out to smooth a hand down his tense cheek.
“I know you do, Gray. That’s why I’m crying. I’ll stop in a minute. I promise,” she whispered in a reverent tone. His head turned enough to kiss her fingertips as they floated past his mouth, never breaking eye contact with her.
“Do you want to tell me anything?” he asked tightly.
Her smile widened and the silver tracks on her cheeks had a chance to dry as humor chased the storms from her eyes.
“Isn’t this your bedroom, Gray?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
Prin just smiled up at him.
Gray frowned now as again he thought the worst was about to happen, he asked, “Is there a problem with it being my bedroom?”
Her eyes traveled around the bare room. Naked windows streamed early afternoon sunlight down on them. Bright white walls stretched around the unrelentingly empty, cavernous space. A shiny hardwood floor flowed from wall to wall, unbroken by carpet. In fact, the only thing in this room was the monster bed they were currently laying on and the nightstand beside it.
Eyebrows raised she met his gaze again. “Besides it being empty. No.”
A mischievous grin played at her mouth as Prin prodded, “Thought you said when we got to your bedroom it would be your turn to talk. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
Warmth bloomed in his chest. Slow as sunrise on a winter morning, the soul-deep smile crept over him. Silver-blue eyes crinkled and glowed as his hands stroked purposefully down her back until they both cradled a plump butt cheek. Kneading them softly, his teeth flashed into a grin. With each squeeze of her delectable flesh, he made sure the plug in her ass was slowly pressed inward.
“Oh, Baby Girl, you are already neck deep in the stinky stuff,” he purred happily.
Attempting a frown while her eyes sparkled produced a silly face that she couldn’t hold onto, she collapsed laughing on his chest.
“Are you interested in the list, pet?” he chuckled.
“Good God! There’s a list? I’ve only been here an hour or so.” Lifting her head to try and glare at him. “How could I possibly have messed up that much?”
Gray rolled them over and propped his head up on one hand. His other hand started ticking off her sins.
“One, you didn’t call.”
“Two, you didn’t call.”
“Three, you didn’t tell me about the doctor.”
“Four, you didn’t call.”
“Five, you just had a gazillion orgasms without permission.” Grinning triumphantly down at her, his hand dropped to her waist.
Prin lifted the back of her hand to her forehead in B-movie heroine drama, she clutched her chest with her other hand. Horror was written across her face and she gushed in response, “Oh, no! Gray, whatever is to become of me? Please, kind Sir, tell me what I must do?”
Gray scowled down at her when he noticed that the hand, which was supposed to be clutching her chest in remorse, was actually clutching her breast and running its thumb over a pouting nipple. His eyes remained glued to the enticing sight as he drawled in a rumbling B-movie villain voice, “For your first five crimes the price of moving in with me is required.”
“No, no, not that!” she laughingly wailed.
He shushed her without taking his eyes off her breast and that fascinating little hand manipulating it. Gray continued, “There is nothing to be done about it, my dear. Your punishment has been decided!”
Her other hand slid under the neglected breast, lifting it. Slender fingers crept up to a distended nipple and squeezed, twisting slightly and releasing. Both hands worked her breasts as she watched his eyes glaze over.
“You said my ‘first five’ crimes. Are there more?” she whispered. Mischievous eyes danced over his enthralled face.
Gray nodded, swallowing tightly.
Her hands suddenly abandoned her breasts and smoothed down the slender rib cage to her abdomen. His gaze tracked them avidly. “What am I accused of, Sir?” she asked in the movie voice. “I lay before you an innocent, I tell you.”
“Oh, hell, no, you aren’t,” he breathed as he watched her fingers glide down past her navel to trace circles on the sensitive mound of damp skin just above her slit. He could see her pink little clit swell and push out of its hood.
Snickering knowingly, she slowly spread her legs wide. She trailed a forefinger from each hand down the blushed outer lips of her vagina. A large paw snagged the leg next to him and hooked it over his own legs to open her wider still. Propped up higher on his now straightened arm, he sucked in a breath as her fingers hooked inside her swollen cunt lips and pulled them open.
She rimmed her inner folds, sliding up and down the slick surface of that first deep groove sensuously. Mmm, that was good. Teasing like this lost her the advantage. Prin found herself adrift in the decadent thrill of being watched as she fingered herself. It was a new, wicked pleasure. Only nasty girls did this. She’d never done it in front of anyone! The exhibitionist inhabiting her body was delightfully disturbing. She seemed willing to come out for him on a regular basis. Prin drowned in the seductive power this new play fed her.
Her back arched slowly as heat burned its way up from her core. Gasping softly, her fingers met again over her clit. It pulsed in excitement as she held the concealing lips open while one finger gently circled the throbbing bundle of nerves. The other spread her inner folds and glided down to her dripping opening. Eyes drifted closed as hips lifted up to press her desperate little pussy up into her own hands. Prin rocked her steaming cunt slowly into her own deliciously twisting fingers. Delicate heels dug deeply into the mattress while her body vibrated above it.
Breath shuddered out of Gray as he watched two creamy fingers sink deeply into her pink flesh. His face was flushed, nostrils flared, his body actually trembled when those fingers slowly drew out. The slippery action was accompanied by slurping sounds as if her body were trying to suck them back in. Prin sank them back in to the hilt, as she rose off the bed to meet them again.
“Ooooh…” Prin breathed. “Ohhh, yesss…” Moaning quietly to herself, her hips rotated in a circular motion on her deeply embedded digits. The fingers over her clit squeezed and rubbed, sending the breath out of her in shuddering groans. Each gust of air caused her magnificent breasts to jiggle sweetly. His eyes darted back and forth, overwhelmed with the abundance of sensually undulating woman.
Gray thought his head might
explode and he wasn’t sure which one would go first. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Princess Lilah pleasuring herself. She flowed like a fine wine. That taut, willowy body danced slowly to an erotic beat only she could hear. Her creamy skin flushed from head to toe as her pulse pounded through her veins. She gave herself up fully to the hedonistic pleasure, willingly exposing this most private moment for his viewing pleasure.
His mouth dropped open as he watched her. He’d seen beautiful women do sexy things before. This was off the scale. The moaning porn queen in his bed blew him away. Damn, she was fine!
Suddenly, he was very clear on why wars were fought over a woman. How whole nations could be plunged into turmoil to recover one man’s obsession. If someone, anyone at all, tried to take her from him the struggle would be to the death. No doubt about it. No holds bared, no quarter given, no prisoners. Moreover, he damn sure wouldn’t be the one dying!
Fingers glided in and out of that snug little opening as the glossy inner folds clung to them. Her body curved up in a liquid ripple to meet each thrust, then sinking away as she pulled out again. Her slender neck arched up as her head rolled back and forth across the pillow. She was a living flame, burning him to the bone with her slow climb to climax. The need to grab her was only overpowered by his astonishing inability to move due to extreme fantasy fulfillment.
Prin no longer cared if the whole town watched. The fire in her cunt started at a slow burn, but now it licked up every sensitive nerve in her body. Each languid touch drew it to new heights. This wasn’t the mind-numbing inferno Gray gave her. It was gentler, but still insidiously hot.
“Mmmmm, ohhh.” She couldn’t help the breathy gasps of pleasure and didn’t try to. She needed to drag air in deeply as she pressed harder into her drenched cunt. Her mouth felt dry, her throat parched as the heat consumed her. Prin’s fingers slowly tormented widely displayed flesh, each moment of smoldering indulgence drawn out leisurely.
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