His cock moved slowly at first, sinking into her inch by inch until he was finally buried deep inside her. For a second he didn’t move. His breath, hot and ragged, brushed against her neck.
God, if he moved any slower, she would die! Each thrust took an excruciatingly long time. He pulled out slowly, removing all but the head of his penis before pushing himself back into her, taking his time with each motion.
Her hips refused to be still as she looked up at him. His eyes were focused on their bodies, on the joining of flesh against flesh. The erotic sight must have pleased him because he continued to watch even as his intensity increased. He answered her thrusting with renewed vigor, driving himself into her harder, deeper.
“You should see how amazing you look. Your body opens for me, demands that I take you. Your sweet, soft pussy loves my cock, loves to be tormented by it. Do you love it, Kira?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to see?”
“God, yes.”
“Next time, love. Next time I take you, you shall see every tiny motion. I want you to see how you open for me, how your muscles squeeze and pulse, how your clit grows large. I want you to see what I do to you.”
Oh, God, she was going to come. The words combined with the sensations building deep inside her body and then erupted into wave after wave of pure ecstasy. He didn’t slow as she came around him, milking his cock. He increased his movements, but now, instead of watching their bodies join, he looked deep into her eyes and sank his hands into her hair, forcing her head still, forcing her to watch him.
“Look at me, Kira. Look at me while I love you.”
She tried to focus on him, tried to still her pounding heart, tried to overcome the blinding rush of sensations that shattered her body and forced her to lie there, whimpering, clinging to him as he arched his back and shot his hot seed into her body.
“Oh, God!” The words were ripped from her throat as his heat shot against her womb, branding her, as he had promised. Never, ever would she be the same. And never would she forget the stranger who had given her this gift.
“Kira,” the word caressed her neck. “My sweet Kira.”
* * * * *
There was no explanation for the thousands of emotions that assaulted him as he pulled himself from her body. He had not meant to love her, yet at the same time, he knew he could not resist her. Once again, he had taken Kira like a thief in the night. Having her in his arms again made him want nothing more than to stay with her forever. As she lay wrapped in his arms, the earth and the heavens felt as if they had aligned to smile down upon them. He could not keep her, though, yet he knew he couldn’t leave her behind. She belonged with him on Tyr. But to go back there and to bring her home would open them both up to heartbreak. They had loved for an entire moon period before her betrayal. He swallowed hard, knowing he was no innocent in the betrayal. His deceit had forced her to run into Mace’s arms.
She arched her back and tilted her head up so that her smile graced him. If he were able to choose a life mate, it would be her, his Kira. His Kira. The thought sent warmth through his body and caused his heart to beat with renewed vigor. The choice had already been made.
“What are you thinking?” Her voice, smooth as spun silk, washed over him. He pulled her closer, wishing he could sink his skin into hers, wrap himself around her and completely become one with her sweetness.
“I am thinking about many things.” It was the truth. There was no way to tell her what he needed to say, no way to make her understand. Tell her the truth, the voice inside his head warned. No. Not yet, he countered. He would tell her, but not today.
“Care to share them with me?” Her soft fingertips brushed against his jaw, which was uncustomarily covered with a dark beard.
“I shall when the time is right. For now, I just wish to love you.”
Her breasts rose and fell as her fingers worked their way into his hair.
“And I wish for a bath.”
She smiled and then pulled herself from his arms. He watched as she rose from the bed and made her way to the door, which shut the bedroom off from the bathing room. When her hand touched the doorknob, she turned and gave a little smile, bringing his cock back to life with that tiny motion. “You coming?”
The tub was large enough for both of them, he realized upon entering the room. She was already bent over the tub, her long hair dancing against her back as she poured a bluish liquid into the water. Steam rose, enveloping him as soon as the door closed. In the mist she looked like a goddess, her slender frame illuminated by the glowing bulbs and candlelight.
“Get the lights, will you?”
He fumbled with the wall switch before finally shutting off the overhead light, leaving her bathed completely in candlelight. He swallowed hard and his cock jerked in reaction to her.
“That’s better, don’t you think?”
Kira stood and turned to face him, her face angelic as she looked up at him. “Kira,” the word was like a sacred oath as it spilled from his lips and caused her to smile.
“Come here. Let me bathe you.”
She held out her hand as if he were a child, and he not-so-innocently took hers, allowing her to lead him the three steps to the tub. When his feet first made contact with the bubbly water the steam increased, rising of its own volition. Contact with water often caused steam to rise in the air, as his skin was hotter than that of most men.
Kira’s breasts swayed as she stepped into the tub behind him. Rather than sitting in the water as he had thought she would do, she sat on the edge of the tub, her body just within reach. He watched her slender arm as it extended to take a sponge from the shelf. His body stiffened as he watched her move, he felt like a voyeur to a goddess’ secret rituals.
“I never expected you,” she confessed, and he felt how the words pained her as she finally sank into the water with him.
“And I never expected you.”
“I feel like you came here looking for me or something.” Her hand reached out to stroke his chest as she spoke, but rather than touching him with her satiny hands, she ran the soapy sponge along his chest, tangling the suds into the hair covering his muscles. There was a slight sadness in her tone and even more in her demeanor.
“Does that make you sad, Kira? That I would have come all this way in search of you?”
“No, not sad. It just makes all this even more unbelievable. I mean, why would you come here for me?” She didn’t look up at him as she spoke, which forced him to take her chin and raise it. Her innocent eyes were glazed over with longing and fear.
“Why would you not believe it?”
“Look, let’s not talk any more, okay? Just let me wash you. Relax. There’s so much I’d like to do to you and we’ve only got a little bit of time left.”
The thought of fleeting time with Kira pained his heart. She avoided eye contact again as she continued to slide the sponge across his chest, not fully concentrating on any one area, brushing across his tender nipples as if they did not catch fire every time she touched him.
He had to tell her the truth.
Kira bit her bottom lip as she tried to concentrate on Damon’s body. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had never been this close to heaven and she’d be damned if she let it go without a fight. But how could she, Kira from nowhere, hold onto a man like Damon, someone who could clearly have any woman he wanted?
His hand closed around her wrist, stopping any further movement. A tiny whimper escaped her throat before she could conceal it. When she looked up into his eyes, they glowed golden, filled with desire.
There were no words between them. There was no need. Something about her body responded to him in a primal way, a way that needed no communication save for his hands on her. When he pulled her to him she flattened her hand against his chest, at first to keep herself from falling, but then it was to keep herself from melting into him.
But he didn’t kiss her as she though
t he would. Instead, he sat there, his arms wrapped around her waist, his cock pressed into her stomach. And he just looked at her as if he were trying to see something deep inside, trying to penetrate her soul with his gaze.
When his mouth finally closed over hers she felt the sensation all the way to her toes and knew she was drowning in him. There was no way to save herself from the sweet invasion as her mouth opened for him, allowing him access to all of her if he wished it.
The sponge dropped into the water, but she didn’t feel it leave her hands as they twisted into his hair and pulled him closer to her. If she could have melted their bodies together and become one with this stranger, this man who, in less than twenty-four hours, had managed to penetrate her heart in a way no one else had ever done before, she would have.
“I want to love you, Kira,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Hold on.” She freed herself from his arms long enough to reach from the bubbly tub into the basket sitting nearby. Thank God for weird friends. One of the junior programmers had been certain Kira would need a bag of goodies for her trip and had graced her with waterproof lubricant as well as a few other treats.
“What’s this?” He wrinkled his brow as she pulled the small vial from the basket and placed it onto the edge of the tub.
“It’s help. You know, for me. To keep me wet.” She could feel the blush rising in her temples. He seemed unaffected by her admission.
“I shall keep you plenty wet.” It was part threat, part promise and something she knew he would be true to.
“I have no doubt about that.” The breath left her body when he pulled her onto his lap, placing his hard cock against her swollen clit.
God, she ached for him, actually ached. She felt her walls spasm, urging her to move, to pull him into her body. Instead, she sat perfectly still, allowing him to move her as he wished.
“I love your body,” he whispered against her neck. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
She froze.
“Kira, come for me. Show me how you can make yourself come.”
“Damon, I…”
“Please. I wish it. I want you to sit on the edge of the tub and look into the mirror. I want you to show me.”
The large mirror covering the wall behind the tub was something she hadn’t counted on when she rented the room. She had never been one for looking at herself naked and now, in the presence of a veritable god, she found it even more difficult.
“I can’t.”
“Please. For me. Love yourself. Use your aids, whatever you call them. I want to watch you come.”
The basket near the tub held more than the lubricant. He must have seen it earlier when she was preparing the bath. Her teeth closed on her bottom lip as she contemplated the man sitting before her. God, she wanted to make him happy. But more than that she wanted to see herself as he saw her. She wanted to watch herself come in the candlelight.
Swallowing her fear, she pulled herself up onto the edge of the tub, which was perfectly made for her bottom. Damon moved to the side, allowing her full view of the mirror. She couldn’t do this. She stole a sideways glance at him as his hand moved to his cock, primed to stroke himself when she moved.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she moved her hand down her stomach as she spread her thighs. Her clit glistened in the candlelight, beckoning her when she opened her eyes and looked at herself. She tried not to see the extra layer of fat she had gained, tried not to notice how her breasts sagged when they were not being supported by the push-up bra. Damon was not focused on her flaws, though. She could tell by the way he focused on her. He didn’t see all those things she hated about herself.
She watched in awe as he began stroking his cock.
Bracing herself with one arm, she leaned back and parted her nether lips with her free hand. At first, she stiffened, unaccustomed to having someone watch her while she pleasured herself. Her fingers began moving around her outer lips, lightly stroking at first. She tried to concentrate on her movements, tried not to focus on the flaws of her body as she touched herself.
When her fingers brushed against her clit, it reacted, causing the pressure to build within her body. It usually didn’t take much to get herself off. She was accustomed to doing it quickly, coming and then going back to work. Tonight, she wanted to take it slowly, build herself up to a frenzy before coming and make it a show worth watching.
She leaned back and pulled the glass dildo from the basket. Damon seemed to fade into the background, the reason for her self-love but not part of the action. Everything faded away except her pussy and her hands. Again, bracing herself, she moved to the edge and spread her legs wide. Using the lubricant, she rubbed her clit then slid her fingers inside one at a time to make room for the large dildo. Finally, when she felt she was ready, she positioned it at her opening and took a deep breath before sliding it home.
Not interested in slow play, she slid it in as far as it would go then reached around with her other hand and began rubbing her clit as she moved the glass cock in and out of her pussy. The sound of her body fucking the cock rose up to greet her, blocking out all other sounds in the room.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, no longer ashamed of her pleasure.
Her hand moved faster as she leaned further back and raised her pussy to meet the cock. She wasn’t aware that Damon had moved until she felt his hands around her waist and his chest pressed against her back. He raised her so she could see herself as her pussy greedily took the cock in, no matter how hard her thrusts became.
Damon’s fingers closed over her nipples while his breath brushed against her neck. She leaned into him, allowing her weight to rest on him while he remained in the shadows, watching her. The cock slid in and out of her pussy while her fingers worked feverishly, massaging the tender flesh that surrounded her clit. She knew how to touch herself, barely grazing her clit with her fingers, placing pressure on either side while she rubbed circles into her skin.
Her ass arched up again and she watched as her walls began to quake. The spasms were easy to see as her labia began to tremble and the skin between her cunt and her ass clenched and unclenched in utter abandonment.
“You are so beautiful.” Damon’s words washed over her as the orgasm hit, sending her over the edge, practically screaming in delight.
She thrust the cock into her pussy one last time, holding it in place, pushing it in as far as it would go while she rode out the wave of her orgasm. The next few seconds were a blur. Damon lifted her somehow and placed her onto the floor. She felt the dildo as he pulled it from her body. She was on all fours, her legs spread, awaiting his cock.
Without words he positioned himself at her opening, which was already creamed with longing. When he entered her it was swiftly and completely. Her pussy had already been stretched by the overly large dildo but Damon’s cock stretched it even further, making her feel as if she’d never been touched. When she felt his balls rest against her labia she wiggled her ass, pressing him in even further.
His hands gripped her hips as he pulled her against him and then pushed her away. With every thrust, her moans rose to meet his, her ass thrust against his cock, her pussy begged for more. A growl erupted from his throat and she swore that in the mirror his square jaw elongated in a trick of light.
She was lost in her fantasy, lost in her orgasm. When she looked back his face appeared exactly as it had before, beautiful, masculine, the perfect representation of the hero from her game. Her pussy took his cock, never tiring of it as he continued to move inside her, slowly then quickly, his pace changing as he angled his cock against her g-spot and then moved away. The hard tile of the bathroom floor raked against her knees and caused her nipples to harden as they flattened against it when she was unable to hold herself off the floor. Resting her head on her hands, she lay there, her ass raised, her pussy open while Damon took everything he wanted from her.
When the next orgasmic wave hit her, she rose up on all fours then moved one hand ar
ound to close over her clit. This time when she came she felt his seed shoot inside her body and felt his frame quiver against her. Liquid heat spread through her as he clung to her, his hands in her hair, pulling her head back against him, using her as leverage in order to drive his cock further inside her.
They collapsed together on the floor. His ragged breathing joined hers and neither moved, neither spoke as they lay there tangled in one another. Finally, he stood and pulled her from the floor. Depositing her into the warm tub, he washed her body wordlessly. There was something sacred about what had happened between them, and she felt as if no words were needed for the ten thousand emotions raging inside her.
Could she love this man she didn’t even know? What was required for love anyway? She had no past. All she had was right now, and she was afraid that wasn’t enough.
* * * * *
Two nights after he had taken her prisoner, six and a half years before, she had challenged him beyond all reasoning. He remembered it now as she lay in his arms, and he knew he had to tell her the truth. They had been in his cave then, his hideaway from the world. He had taken her there to protect her from Mace, not realizing then how much danger he was placing her in.
Damon had groaned at the change in temperature as soon as he entered the cave. It snaked its way up his body, warning him of the battle to come. The night he kidnapped her he had injected her with a bit of his poison, a dragon aphrodisiac to subdue her. After it had worn off, she had been ready for battle. He’d closed his eyes and prepared for the blows he’d known she would inflict upon him since she was no longer susceptible to the desires of the flesh.
She came at him, weapon raised, ready to strike. Damon reacted, putting up his arm in defense, trying all the while to ignore the ache in his heart. He knew it was for the best that Kira react to him this way now that the poison had left her body. Taking her from her home lay upon him like a heavy weight, and her anger was nothing more than what he deserved. Kira attacked once more, her makeshift weapon dealing a blow to his face, tearing into his flesh.
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