by Angela Foxxe
“I could see the logic in that,” Tasha said to him with a grin on her lips.
“Good,” Dane leaned forward and softly pressed his lips onto hers.
He’d read the moment perfectly. His lips were soft, but there was a tamed fire behind them. There was no doubt that he was holding back for her, trying to make the kiss gentle and perfect for her to enjoy, not wanting to smother her with ambition or excitement. She was glad to see that he had the kind of control and the kind of patience to make sure that she was ready for the kiss before he planted it on her and started making out with her like some kind of ravenous dog.
The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, but they were a delightful, sweet few seconds that made her feel her heart picking up its drumming pace and her breath was captured in her lungs, locked away as her mind exploded with lights and flowers and all of the mushy stuff that she had been longing for a very long time. They continued to kiss, their lips finding each other and the control and willpower that both of them had exhibited started to crumble and collapse all around them. Her breathing picked up and there was no way to catch a deep breath or to find something that would stick in her chest for long.
Her breath escaped her, flying like the wind and leaving her behind. There was nothing that she could do but give into her urges. She saw no need to hold back. What good would it do for her not to give into the lust that was building inside of her, growing and sparking to life with powerful strength.
Clawing at his jacket, she tore it off as his hands went to her sides and gripped her firmly. She liked the strength in his fingers, it was like a vice that was just the right strength but not too hard. He could harm her with those hands and that was dangerously exciting for her, but he was as gentle as a perfect knight.
He held her and as they continued to kiss, his hands thankfully started to be something other than a perfect knight. He was the first to lick her lips like a gentle knocking on the door, begging for her tongue to come out and play. Her tongue was more than willing to come out and as they touched, it was pure magic. His tongue was warm and he tasted of mint as their tongues danced and got to know each other eagerly.
His hands found her breasts as he pulled off her cardigan and when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra, he pulled back and looked at her, his eyes wide as he looked down and stared at her perfect, perky breasts. There was no sagging and there was no slow decay that happens with breasts. She was perky and pert, the kind of breasts that men wanted to cup and squeeze, hold and bury their faces in.
She had seen the way men had stared at her breasts a thousand times, but the enchanted look upon Dane’s face was something that she couldn’t get past. This was the look of a man who was truly grateful for what was happening. She looked down with a grin on her face, her nipples poking through the fabric, calling to him.
His thumb gently rolled over the top of her nipples and she could feel the tightening deep down inside of her, calling out to him and begging for him to rip off this tank top and bring his lips to her nipples, to lick them and suck on them, to draw out the euphoria lurking deep inside of her that she wanted to drink deep of and slowly sink into. He squeezed her breasts, kneading them and she let out a little gasp of excited pain that made her even hornier. This would only be their first time sleeping together and she intended to make sure that they spent a whole lot more time together in the next two weeks.
She wanted to have him here, fucking her brains out every second of the day and she was going to want it all kinds of ways. As he continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples softly, she knew that she wanted him here, giving it to her every way that they could imagine. This was what she wanted.
He wasn’t taking her top off, so Tasha wasted no time, pulling it off and letting her breasts fall free, bouncing as they were released and his fingertips brushed over them, cupping them and feeling them with the kind of excited wonder that she had expected from him. She ran her hands over his vest and shirt, wanting to rip them off, but as he continued playing with her breasts, her hands worked their way up his back and over the back of his neck and into his hair, drawing his head closer to her breasts.
“Suck on them,” she commanded him as she felt his warm breath on her bare chest.
Her words were breathy and weak, fully of anticipation and excitement that she was craving. She wanted him so badly that she could feel herself getting wet. As he licked her nipples and sucked on them, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him and she lifted up off the couch, letting out an excited squeal as he continued to suck on her nipple.
He threw her down on the couch and she let out a laugh, her nipples wet from his lips and his tongue that had worked them over magically. She found herself squirming and writhing, begging for more of this to follow. She wanted everything that he could offer her and she wanted it right now. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything else. She watched him throw off his vest and his shirt, casting his tie across the room in his eager excitement. She laughed and grabbed his belt, slowly undoing it and sliding it off.
“You’re so magnificent,” he breathed to her with is eyes full of wonder and excitement.
“You’ve had better,” she was certain that this was the truth.
“There’s no one better,” Dane shook his head at her.
“You don’t have to sweet talk me,” she assured him, but it was nice to hear the flattery in his voice.
Dropping down on top of her like a handsome lion of power and sex, he looked into her eyes with his jade pair of gold flecked eyes, she could feel the truth swirling around him. “You are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever had the good pleasure to know and I’m lucky enough to have a child with you,” he punctuated his words with a kiss on her lips that was sensuous and true.
She took his lower lip between her teeth and kept him there, pinned to her for a moment while she ran her hands over his chest, feeling the well-defined muscles sculpted and honed across his body. Eventually, her fingertips found the waistline of his pants and she slipped them underneath, watching his eyes and the excitement and horror that filled them at the same time. She knew in that moment that Dane was a virgin and that this was the first time he’d ever had sex with a woman.
She found that incredibly endearing and intimidating, but at the same time, she just wanted him. She didn’t care about impressing him and she didn’t care about giving him the time of his life. She knew that if they both wanted each other, then they were going to be just fine. They were going to enjoy this no matter what.
When she found his cock, she was far from disappointed at the burning hot rod of sensuous muscle waiting for her. She gripped it and gave it a squeeze, testing it and seeing how hard it truly was. It was the kind of cock that was so hard that she could sink down on top of it and spin like a top. She was going to be able to sit on top of him and grind against him, sending bolts of lust through him. She was excited. He had a great cock and it was all hers for the next nine months. She wanted it as much as possible.
She stopped for a moment and looked at him. “Lick me,” she said with a smile on her lips.
“You want me to give you oral?” Dane smiled.
“Yeah,” she said. “I want your tongue all over me.”
“I’ve never done it before,” he said nervously.
“You’ll figure it out,” she assured him, hooking her thumbs into her own waist band and pulling her yoga pants off and showing him all the care she had gone to for this.
The laser hair removal for her legs hadn’t stopped there. She liked being shaved down there and as he looked at her pussy, she knew that he liked it too. He quickly got into place, clearly eager to give it a try as well. She could feel his warm breath against the insides of her smooth thighs as his lips followed, pressing against her tender skin and kissing her passionately and making their way down to her vagina. When he kissed her lips she let out a sharp breath, eager for him to begin. As he licked her slit, she thought that
she was going to die from the sensation.
She loved this. She loved watching him, the power it gave her deep down inside, and there was always the fact that this was pure lust for her. She loved the feeling and she wanted more of it. She ran her fingers through his stiff hair and smiled as he licked deeper and deeper, learning with every sound she made, with ever twitch her body made.
It wasn’t long until he figured out just how magical her clit was to her and he started focusing more time there. She started to breathe heavier and heavier. She knew that it wouldn’t be long now and as he worked her harder and harder with his tongue, circling her clit and pressing his tongue against it, dragging it across her, sending sparks of pleasure showering through her in a deluge. It wasn’t long until she was screaming and her breath was racking her whole body as she arched her back and felt the wave of euphoria wash over her and the orgasm crippled her for a moment. Her eyes closed, writhing on the couch as Dane wiped his lips and chin, looking down at her with a light in his eyes.
“Was that good?” He asked her nervously, like he was actually terrified that he’d done something wrong.
“Yes,” she cupped his face and brought it to her and kissed him. “That was perfect.”
Reaching down and taking a hold of his stiff, burning cock, she pulled him closer to her, guiding it into her and as his tip pushed against her, she was certain that she was going to black out from the sensation running through her. It was his first time and she knew that he wouldn’t last long, but that didn’t bother her at all. They were going to have a lot of time together and she intended to be his sex slave and him to be hers for the next few weeks and they would get everything they needed form each other.
She remembered that it felt like she was in a hurricane of lust, euphoria, and pleasure. His hands clamped on her waist, his head being thrown back, his cock ramming into her over and over again, pushing against the walls of her pussy, causing her to arch her back. She could remember her breasts jiggling with each pump and that her breath was impossible to catch. Everything went dark and silent when she felt the pleasure climax again as she rubbed her clit while he fucked her. She wanted to orgasm with him and after a few short minutes, they were there.
It was the first of many.
Chapter Four
The first day was nothing more than raw sex. He wore only pajama pants that they called for and she wore a silk see-through robe as they ordered food from the chefs who waited on her beck and call in between periods of ravaging each other. She counted five times in the first day and it was more sex than she had ever had in a single day, something that was so far beyond her comprehension that when he said that he felt like he was going to die, they decided to call it quits for a while. They spent the rest of the night talking and laughing, getting to know each other better.
Dane wanted to know everything about her. He said that he wanted to know every detail about the woman who was going to carry and be part of his child. She liked the fact that this wasn’t some callous, cold transaction to him. She liked that there was more to him than just that. But more so, she found herself liking Dane more than she had originally thought she would and truth be told, he was liking her more than either of them expected him to.
He was a scholar and an academic, the kind of person who spent more time in libraries than he did anywhere else. She found him brilliant and insightful on everything that he touched. She learned that the children of Shifters are usually gifted in some way, mostly physically, but that he had always been more of a black sheep, due to his inclinations toward the academic.
She didn’t understand why he would sound slightly ashamed of this, but he did. It was an odd thing looking at him and knowing that he had written papers that had blown away the minds of men at Harvard, Yale, and Oxford at a young age. He talked about how books were a sanctuary and a map to the world. She had once thought about knowledge like that, but she had grown in other areas. She was fascinated with social, physical, sexual, and skillful areas of life as well.
Dane only wished that he had more experience in those areas.
“Well, I’ll show you,” she said to him with a soft grin.
“I think you’re the most fascinating person I’ve ever met,” Dane said, laughing as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Then you must not meet a lot of people,” she said to him with disappointment and shame in her voice. She was a big fish in a little pond and she had realized on this trip that the world was an ocean and that there wasn’t a whole lot that she had in her life that was impressive. It was hard to realize this, but when he answered that statement with a kiss, she felt like she was a princess in a tower and that she had met her knight in shining armor.
When Dane wasn’t with her, it was lonely, but he spent as much time as possible with her. For the following two weeks, there was nothing but sex, Dane, and waiting. The two weeks were, oddly enough, the happiest two weeks of her life. The freedom of doing whatever it was she wanted inside the single floor that she was allowed on, Tasha felt like she was the queen of some castle far up in the clouds above everything else.
She worked out whenever she wanted, ate whatever she wanted, and she read from an enormous library of books that she only had to ask for and it was delivered to her. She could watch television or movies that she was interested in or that were in the theaters. It was all fantastic and when she wasn’t alone, she had the most handsome man in the world who was just as eager to rip her clothes off as she was interested in ripping off his.
It only took a day to ask for lingerie and a lot of it. She wanted to be exciting and sexy for him and as they played with and experimented with all the different options that they had available for each other, she was delighted to find that she wasn’t even getting tired or bored with him. She could live up here, above the city forever, fucking the most handsome man she had ever met until the day she died.
But, there were other moments to. She met with a financial advisor who invested her five million for her, assuring her that he was going to be putting it to good work for her while she was busy with the pregnancy. She was glad to hear it and all of it sounded very complicated to her, stuff that was beyond her pay grade. She had never been one for financial investments or anything along those lines. That wasn’t her area of academic specialty.
When the morning finally came for the results of her pregnancy test, Tasha felt like she was going to pass out. It was the earliest that they could detect whether or not she was pregnant and that made her nervous. What if it didn’t work? What if he didn’t get her pregnant and they had passed the point of his fertility and he was no longer able to reproduce? The thought horrified her and when she was in the examination room, she suddenly had a sinking feeling.
How many of these people were Shifters as well? It was strange that she would suddenly feel like she were surrounded by sinister people and entities, but Mr. Grayson’s words were starting to get to her. They were so absorbed with secrecy and hidden power, then why would they hire strangers to do this kind of work? How many of these Shifters were bred so that they could take care of things like the medical breeding of their species? She shivered at the thought of it and tried to keep her terror to herself. She didn’t want to look like a coward or give away the fact that she was starting to have sinister thoughts about her captors and caretakers in her gilded prison.
After they were done with the test, she was taken back to her floor and the suite that was waiting for her. She sat in her room nervously, wishing that Dane was here with her and that she could hold him, hug him, and listen to him tell her that it was going to be all right. She needed that comfort and she needed that right now and it was all that she could think about in her loneliness.
It was the kind of choking loneliness that she had never truly experienced until this moment in her life. Tasha had always prided herself on being a person who could stand alone and who could do things on her own. She never wanted help and she never wanted a hand extended to her and of
fering her something that she didn’t need. She had this all under control.
Except she didn’t and right now she knew that more than ever. The thought that she was going to have to have sex with someone for this job had disgusted and horrified her at first, but she had come to have serious and true feelings for Dane and that was unexpected as well. The thought of letting him down was horrifying. If she didn’t have a child with him, then she was going to force him into a life of loneliness as well, where he would never have a child and he would never have that hope and happiness that he was definitely searching for with a child.
He was one of those kinds of men who was clearly created for this kind of a situation, as far as parenting was concerned. He was the kind of man who simply had the demeanor and the drive to be a father, something that so many people lacked and so many people didn’t know what to do with. It was heartbreaking to think that she might be the one who made him not have that.
He hadn’t wanted to scare her with his desire to have children and he had definitely muted it a little, but it was breaking through and shining brighter with every passing day. The fact that he liked her so much was only making that more and more obvious to her now. God, she had to be pregnant. She had to be.
She just had to be.
When there was a knock at the door, she practically jumped out of her skin and all the fear, anxiety, and terror inside of her came boiling to the surface. She was trembling, but she refused to let it show. She walked toward the door and felt her hands shaking, clamping them down on her leg, she opened the door and tried her hardest not to look pale and terrified like she was genuinely feeling. Gripping the handle and opening it, she looked at the woman standing on the other side.
