Dangerous

by Jacquelyn Frank

  Liam thrust again, sliding deeper this time, feeling her flex around him as he filled her further. He was only two-thirds of the way inside of her, and he wanted so badly to be buried to the hilt within her.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked breathlessly. He felt her smile against his palm and she shook her head. He looked into her dancing jade eyes, saw the humor there and chuckled softly. “I’m sorry, but I warned you about the way you say my name, didn’t I?” She obediently nodded and he felt her stick her tongue out and flick it against his palm. “Okay, baby, one more time and we’ll be nice and cozy,” he said roughly. He watched her eyes widen as she understood he wasn’t through yet, then he felt her smile even wider. She wriggled against him, sliding him in just a little deeper and making him groan. He felt her relax her inner muscles, pull up so he slid partway free, and then that athletic drag and undulation of her hips again that drew him deep, deeper, bathing him in liquid fire every inch of the way, and finally, with one last wriggle meeting one last thrust, he was buried fully inside of her.

  Liam felt her moaning as her body pulsed around him in welcoming hugs of inner muscles. She squirmed and he released her mouth so he could support her with both hands. She immediately threw back her head and cried out her pleasure to the vaulted ceilings. “Liam!” she gasped as her inner body began to ripple in waves and pulsations of drawing pleasure. She was so primed that she was already reaching the point of orgasm.

  “It’s all right,” he both soothed and coaxed as he drew away and worked her back onto him tightly, the swollen head of his cock buried inside of her bumping her cervix in this position. Those minor muscle quakes grew and the fist around him began to tighten and tighten. Devon gasped and moaned as he bent to nibble a thrusting nipple.

  She darted for his throat like a serpent, completely forgetting herself and his request that she keep evidence of their liaisons to a minimum. But none of that mattered to him the minute hot fangs sank into his neck. It hurt like a motherfucker, was the first thing to race into his awareness, nothing like when she bit his shoulder. But the pain was so violent it was beautiful and exquisite.

  Devon lit off like a rocket, coming hard and with a wild scream of his name vibrating into his skin. He had to hold her tight as her entire body convulsed with pleasure. She throbbed around him, milking and milking at his cock and his neck, furiously suckling for his release, and she almost got it. By the time she fell limply forward against him, Liam felt like he’d been through a gorgeous sort of torture. He clutched her close with one powerful arm, bracing against the bedpost with the other. After a moment he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, the action nudging him a little deeper inside of her and stirring her back to awareness of him. She hyperextended her jaw, pulling those needle-sharp canines free of him in a slow, excruciating movement, then lifted her head, shoving away her hair and looking at him with satiation in her stunning eyes and his blood shimmering on her lips.

  “Liam,” she whispered. And like a Pavlovian response, he twitched inside of her. It made her giggle and she laughed against his lips as she kissed him. He’d grown used to the taste of his own blood in her mouth. Now he couldn’t imagine fucking without it. He wondered if seeing himself bleed would forever get him hard after this. Liam smiled and stroked her hair back from her face as he kissed her deeply.

  “I’m officially the kinkiest person I know. I never thought I’d be so into the pain and the blood that comes with fucking you, but God, Devon, I can only wonder how I ever understood the true connection between pleasure and pain without that.”

  She felt him shift and then he rocked back, pushing himself deeper inside of her as he lifted his hips and slid his pants and boxers down his legs. He then wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned forward over the edge of the bed until she was dangling back over his knees. She laughed as he expertly undid the laces to his boots even without being able to see. She helped him out by reaching for the opposite boot and doing a fair job on it.

  “Grab my knife, baby,” he instructed her. It took but a second for her to understand him. She ran her hand around the top of his boot and found the knife and sheath. She dislodged it and handed it to him. He slid it under a pillow and then scooped her back up against his chest as he kicked away all his remaining clothes, even stripping off his socks with nimble toes. “Now,” he sighed with satisfaction, “I believe you were fucking me?”

  Devon snickered wickedly.

  “You were going to explain how it feels when I do this …” She lifted her bottom, just a little, drawing him in and out of her in a partial thrust. She pleasured herself in the process by allowing his cock to rub over the most sensitive spot on the walls of her pussy, humming a low sound of excitement in response.

  Then Devon was watching the world spin madly around her as Liam rolled her onto her back. She felt his knees digging into the mattress. “Ah-ha,” he breathed with a sinister laugh. “I have leverage now, you little minx.”

  “Liam!” she laughed.

  “Go ahead. Say it all you want, baby. Shout my name to the rooftops. I’m more than ready for you this time.”

  He proved the point by sliding himself fully out of her body. Devastated by the sensation of loss, Devon cried out and reached for him. He hadn’t gone far, just to the outer edges of that hot little tunnel of torture she had. However, he had methods of his own for exacting painful pleasure, and one of them required him to rub his soaking wet cock all over the outer folds of her body, the head especially dancing across her swollen clit, which was already sensitive from her initial orgasm. He pushed at one of her knees, spreading her legs a little wider while he watched himself, glistening from base to tip, as he rubbed and stroked against her. Her thighs began to tremble and she was clawing at his back as he rebuilt the tension of her body, this time affecting her from the exterior.

  “That’s it, honey,” he said breathlessly. “God help me, you are the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped as she raised her hips and sought longingly for him. He had been prepared to take his pleasure, but the more he saw her react, the more he wanted her to lose control. He watched that cool, sophisticated beauty flush with the tousled looks of a wanton and it just about drove him insane. Liam thrust into her in one smooth stroke and she shouted out with exultation as he filled her tight and hot. He licked and nipped at her breasts, then withdrew from her again. The sound she made was akin to fury, her body writhing with frustration and spiraling tension. It was perfection. She grabbed at him blindly; she begged him both with incoherent sounds and with sharp demands. Liam waited for his lover to tremble and moan, near to tears with frustration, then he slid down the center of her body, slipped two seeking fingers deep inside of her, and sought for her clit with his tongue.

  Devon was by turns infuriated, frustrated, and obliterated. Every time she came close again to release, he’d shift away, tease with half-promises, drag out every touch and stroke until she hummed and vibrated with need. When Liam thrust his fingers inside of her, she sobbed out his name. When his tongue flicked over the sensitive nexus of nerves at the top of her slit, she launched her hips up into his voracious mouth. Liam devoured her, lapping up her flavor, nipping at susceptible swells until she was chasing on the heels of release.

  Her head was thrown back, her breasts heaving with every breath and cry, and the shout was almost always the same.

  “Liam!”

  Liam felt the peaking tension in her body, her muscles squeezing his fingers tight. He wanted to suckle her right where he was while she came, but he couldn’t bear his own absence from her body any longer. He surged up, covering her and finding her in a single motion. He thrust so deep and so hard he felt the impact of their pelvises. She was too far gone to care, so Liam used her the way he wanted to. Deep, hard, and fast, pumping into her in a crashing rhythm that sucked the pleasure from him in brisk, tight strokes.

  Devon came in hard, pulsing beats almost immediately. The low, purring moans of pleasure shaped into h
is name shuddered through Liam and exploded in a violent starburst of release. He thrust into his orgasm until he couldn’t do anything but throb and spurt his seed into her hungry body. Liam gritted out a shout of pleasure from between clenched teeth, his body shaking violently until he collapsed against Devon in a rush of weight and muscle.

  Devon had no complaints. She felt a possessive hand on her breast and his gasping breath in the crook of her neck, and she felt numb and floating and tingling and just wonderful. His opposite hand slid under her head and suddenly he was rolling over, dragging her with him and dumping her body over his.

  He turned his head and kissed her cheek in a chain of sweet kisses, making her smile and turn her lips to meet his. He kissed her as though he still hadn’t had enough of her, making her sigh contentedly as his arms locked tighter around her.

  “You are something else,” he said.

  “I can’t escape the feeling that all I did was lie there breathing hard.” She pouted in mock consternation as her hands slid over his exposed skin. “I hardly got to touch you.”

  Liam chuckled at that, letting his hand sweep the curve of her back and up the slope of her derriere. “Well, it’s to be expected when your brute of a lover barely bothers with foreplay.”

  “Mmm, you actually have a point there,” she speculated, pushing herself up against his chest and sliding into a straddle over his hips. “I think I feel even more cheated now,” she mused.

  “Cheated! Excuse me, but there’s a two to one orgasm ratio here. Cheated,” he scoffed, his fingers crawling up her thigh. “The whole county knows my first name by now.”

  Devon gasped, smacking him when his fingers tickled her high on her inner thigh. “You’re no gentleman, do you know that?”

  “I admit it. I’m a barbarian in barbarian’s clothing.” He caught her arms and rolled her back beneath himself, hitching himself up her body a little further. “At least, I am when I’m with you.” He slid sensuously against her and Devon exhaled a sound of surprised delight when she felt him already hardening against her.

  “But you just …”

  “I told you that you wouldn’t believe what you do to me,” he whispered hotly against her lips before snagging her up in a heart-pounding kiss. He broke away and found her ear. “You also can’t imagine what I want to do to you, baby. How many ways I want to have you. God, you’re like a drug.” Liam licked a long sensuous line down her neck to her shoulder, where his teeth scraped in arousing little nips.

  He bent to suckle the closest nipple, tugging it between his teeth until she arched into him and moaned loud enough for it to echo into the room. He released her, smiling secretively as he gently kissed away the stimulating pain.

  “One of these days, I’m going to take a taste of your blood. Just to see what the excitement is all—”

  Devon cut him off when she suddenly tossed him off her body, flinging them both over with astonishing strength and force. She landed on his chest with a thump, making him exhale in surprise. Now that she had him where she wanted him, she sat up like a proud queen on a throne, her fetching breasts thrusting attractively within reach.

  Liam was always impressed by her strength, constantly letting the softness and delicateness of her rounded curves trick his mind into thinking she was far more fragile than she really was. Liam smiled. It probably wouldn’t be the last time he underestimated his woman.

  Devon slid hungry hands up over his chest and back down to his belly. Beautifully manicured nails, polished in a dark violet, scraped erotically over his skin, through the hairs over his pectorals, seeking out his sensitive nipples.

  He tucked both hands behind his head like a majestic king awaiting service. Devon gave a low, sultry little sound of humor, making him look at her with suspicion in his eyes because it sounded so devious. That was when she leaned forward to seek out one of his nipples with the teasing flutter of her tongue. She switched sides slowly, trailing kisses and sweeps of her tongue over his chest on the way. Liam’s hands came forward to clasp her thighs, his fingers tensing against her taut flesh.

  She sat up and looked down on him with a wicked smile.

  “Tell me, will you continue to keep this relationship secret from your subordinates?” she asked, genuinely curious as she reached behind herself to drag her fingernails up and down his thighs, knowing full well that the slight stretch of her shoulders tempted him with the lift of what she was beginning to suspect was a highly favored body part. His eyes fixated on her breasts as if on cue, his desire plainly set in amber.

  “You know, I think I’m in trouble no matter how I answer that question,” he observed distractedly.

  “What do you mean?”

  “If I say yes, you could be offended, thinking I’m ashamed to be up front about this. And if I say no, you could think I’m flaunting a conquest.”

  “Hmm. I never thought about it like that. So which is it, Liam? Conquest or confidential?”

  “Neither.” He touched his fingers to the side of his neck. “Between this and the fact that I’m bringing Jackson in to take over, it’s kind of a moot discussion.”

  “Liam, I didn’t do that on purpose,” she murmured contritely as she leaned forward to kiss him. “I just … you make me forget myself. You’ve always been able to do that.”

  “That sentiment is very much reciprocated,” he said gruffly. “Why do you ask?”

  She paused only a beat and then flicked her eyes to his. “Because I recognize that I am rapidly losing control of my ability to be discreet with you. There is a part of me that throws a tantrum and pouts every time I can’t show everyone that you’re mine. Deliciously, manly mine.”

  Liam responded to her gentle, flirtatious kisses but as her busy mouth began to travel down his breastbone to his rigid belly, he seriously began to confess to himself that he’d been having the very same sort of internal tantrums.

  He closed his eyes in pleasure as her tongue swept down below his ribs, drifting over every muscle in his stomach with attentive licks and kisses. He looked down at her, surprised to find his fingers tangled in her dark hair, hands cupping the back of her head. Every light scrape of her teeth, every exhalation of her breath was torturing him with anticipation and temptation. Her hands were sitting still on his hips, framing him with her fingers curved gently toward his buttocks. Her mouth slipped lower, below his navel, and he felt her breath skipping over his tumescent flesh.

  “Devon,” he breathed achingly.

  He felt the sweep of her hair brushing over his erection and the taut sac below it, and then her kisses fell to his thigh, completely bypassing the area that craved her attention.

  Devon suppressed a smile when he groaned in frustration. She returned her attention to her worship of his smoothly muscled body, loving every contour with her seducing kisses. She was very aware of her power over a very powerful man, and that it had nothing to do with her superior genes and physical advantage. He was in her hands, having placed himself there with amazing trust.

  Proving her point to herself, she ran her eager hands and nails up along his thighs, both atop and along the insides. Liam shifted restlessly and he held back sounds of frustration … or pleas for her to stop teasing him. Devon slid up his thick thighs and looked at the pronounced thrust of his penis, smiling as it twitched in anticipation of her approach. She pursed her lips and blew a stream of tepid breath across him, watching him in delight as he groaned aloud and brushed anxious fingers through her hair, trying to recapture the head she’d slipped out of his reach as she’d kissed his thighs. She reached for him with a single extended nail and touched it against his shaft, just below the fat red cap at the tip. She drew her fingertip down over his hot, veined skin, so incredibly soft, yet so unbelievably hard just beneath that.

  Liam hadn’t been bragging when he’d said he was a big man. Even after so many encounters as lovers, she was still impressed by his length and thickness. She smiled, her lip slipping eagerly between her teeth as she stroked h
im all the way to the base of his cock and then lower, right over the malleable sac beneath. She cupped him there briefly, flicking her fingernails along the back of his balls teasingly until she felt him tighten in her hand and heard him moan out a curse. Then she took a measure of pity on him and closed her hand fully around his delightfully hard erection. She had scooted up far enough to be within reach of his hands and one sank tensely into her hair.

  “Babe, you’re killing me,” he rasped out, the remark a plea.

  But it was her intention to make him the victim of a temporary death. And like most victims, he wasn’t going to see it coming until it was too late to do anything about it. She dipped her head to hide her sinister smile and the greed for his pleasure in her eyes. She stroked him with a feathery grip, there but almost not, fingers stimulating his skin but not the throbbing flesh and nerves beneath. His hips shifted, seeking stronger contact, and she denied him until he was nearly thrashing with need.

  “Oh God, Devon, this is insane,” he groaned. “You’ve proved your point already … just … just …”

  “Just what?” she murmured sexily, her smile flashing up at him with all the wickedness of a true temptress. “Just this?” Her tongue snaked out quickly to lick over the swollen head of his prick, lapping up drops of liquid she’d tortured out of him. His taste was divine on her tongue, salt and musk and a touch of herself, which she found to be an incredible turn-on.

  “Devon!” he half shouted, half groaned, his fingers flexing violently in her hair.

  She didn’t wait for him to settle, too impatient to tease and torture him anymore. She’d had a taste of him and she wanted more. Her fingers curled firmly around his thick circumference, and she held him against her lips, drawing him slowly over them, back and forth with little slips of her tongue. She circled her tongue around him, tasting him again as she tempted more from him.