“Well, she wanted me to at least be civil on my birthday, in case you tried to plan something. Guess she was right.” Her eyes landed on her wine glass. “Sure I can have some?”
“It’s your birthday, why not.”
“Well I’m not of drinking age.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.”
She smiled again, picked up the glass and took a drink. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Best in the house,” he replied.
They ate, made small talk and finished off two bottles of wine by the time the waiters came back for the plates. Wiping his mouth, then putting his napkin down, Daxis pushed away from the table, stood up and came to her with his hand out. Lyssa looked at it then up at him before slowly putting her hand in his. He pulled her up from the seat, walked her over to the dimly lit dance floor and settled her into his arms.
“I think I might have had a bit too much to drink,” she said after he started to move slowly. “I feel very light headed.”
“You couldn’t tell it.”
She smiled. “I was always told never to drink too much. You might do something you’ll regret.”
“And what do you think you might regret?”
“I might start liking you.”
“Is that a bad idea? I’m a likable guy.”
“I don’t want to like you.”
“Why?” He pushed away from her enough to give her a slight twirl then pulled her back into his arms.
She laughed, then rested her head on his chest. “This has been a wonderful evening. Thank you.”
Yep, she definitely had drank too much. The wall that she had put up around him was down. Now the big question he had was how much should he test it. How far should he push her tonight?
He moved her swiftly around the floor, then stopped in the middle. She laughed and looked up at him. Grinning, he started moving again, decided to see how far he could push her—to see what he could get away with. As she was looking up at him, he lowered his own face and kissed her lips lightly. Then he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes before heaving a deep breath and kissing her again. This time he pressed a bit more, touched her lips with the tip of his tongue. When she sighed, her lips parting just slightly, he pushed his way in deep. He kissed her, then sucked on her lips, touching her tongue with his own. He moaned, held her tight, and went even deeper with the kiss.
Just before things might get out of hand, he pulled back, took her hand and gave her another twirl. She laughed again, her smile lighting up her face and he returned her smile.
Ending the dance, walking back to the table, another bottle of wine was waiting for them, and dessert—chocolate fudge cake. Half of the bottle was gone when Daxis decided to call it a night. Lyssa was feeling very good, and he didn’t want her to get sick.
Back in the car, she rested her head on his shoulder. He kept looking down, making sure that she wasn’t passed out. She wasn’t, but when they reached his house, she did need a little help getting inside and up the stairs.
“Yep, I so drank too much.” Her words were slurred and she giggled as she tried to kick off her shoes and almost fell down in the process.
Daxis was there quickly, helping her so that she didn’t fall. Upstairs, he helped her to her room, to the side of the bed and knelt down, taking off her shoes.
“I’ve never drank this much before, even when I snuck out of the house to attend a party.”
He couldn’t stop himself from rubbing her leg. Glancing up he saw that Lyssa had her eyes closed and was leaning back on the bed.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, then sighed. “It shouldn’t feel so good having you touch me.”
Daxis figured why not push it just to see how far he might be able to go. Standing up, taking hold of her wrist, he slung her up over his shoulder and headed for the door.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“My room.”
“Okay,” she said, followed by a small giggle. Yep, she was a bit drunk. “Why are we going to your room?”
“I like it better.”
“That makes sense.”
He grinned and shook his head. Hell, if he knew she was going to be this agreeable he’d have gotten her drunk the first time around.
He carried her to his room, then kicked the door closed behind him. At his bed he paused, gave her a swift pat on the ass before easing her from his shoulder and allowing her to slide down his body. She looked up at him and he turned her around, reached up and slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress.
“Are you taking my dress off?” she asked.
“Yes,” he breathed out. The urge to quickly strip her and just take her where she stood was building.
“Why? I’m not going to sleep with you.”
He didn’t reply, but his hands shook as he spread the back open, touching her bare flesh. Just that simple little touch was all it took for his self-control to slip right out the door. He dropped the dress to the floor and then he heard a small gasp from her followed by her quickly covering her chest with both arms.
“This doesn’t feel right,” she said.
He turned her to face him, then gave her a gentle push and she collapsed onto the bed. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Daxis twisted out of his dinner jacket, kicked his shoes off and bent over to remove his socks. Pulling on his belt, he opened his slacks and dropped them on the floor before crawling up on the bed and straddling her.
“Feels damn right to me.” Slightly sitting on her, he began to unbutton his shirt. He twisted out of it and was now in nothing but his tight briefs. “Very right.”
He lowered down, kissed her deep, and took hold of both wrists, prying them away from her chest and up over her head. With a bit of wiggling he positioned his hips between her legs and moaned slightly at the small amount of pleasure it gave him.
Releasing her wrists, he leaned down to trail his mouth down her jaw to the sweet curve of her neck and lower still to her breasts. Closing a hand around one of her breasts, he licked the nipple of the other, followed by a kiss on the tip, then he sucked it into his mouth. He pulled hard, releasing it only to flick his tongue over the hard little nub. Landing several more kisses around it, he also left sucking marks on the swell of the breast before moving over to the other and giving it the same treatment.
God, she tasted great and he knew the lower he went the better she would taste. Keeping her breasts in the palms of his hands, he went down to her stomach, licking and kissing every inch he could reach.
His body felt like it was on fire. He could even pick up the sweet scent of her cycle. It was faint but there, reminding him that very soon her time would come and that what he was going to do now was right.
At her waist, he stopped and looked up at her. Lyssa was panting, breathing fast and looking down at him with her hands fisted in the bedding. She said nothing but her eyes went wide as she shook her head no. Sliding the rest of the way down to the floor, to his knees, he took her legs and brought her closer to the bed’s edge, then slowly pulled down her panties until she stopped him. She sat up and grabbed onto them.
“No,” she groaned. “I don’t want you to do that again.”
Ignoring her flailing hands, he got her panties down about mid-thigh, and then, with a low growl, he finished removing them. Picking her up in his arms, he released her and she landed in the middle of the bed once more. He started licking and kissing up the center of her body while at the same time he removed his underwear. Kissing her lips deeply, he grabbed her wrists and held them over her head in one hand.
Daxis reached down between them and laid his palm on her sex. Lyssa gasped, ended the kiss, and arched up. He rubbed her with just the pad of his hand, watching her closely. Feeling wetness, he slipped one, then another finger into her, moving them slowly in and out, pressing his thumb against her clit.
“Daxis,” she panted, pulling at her arms. “Let go.”
“Not yet.” Faster he moved his hand. “Give in.”
“What?”
“Give in. Don’t fight it.”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then let me help you reach the peak.” As fast as he could so she couldn’t try to protest, Daxis went back down her body, removed his hand and placed his mouth where he his fingers had been.
Lyssa cried out.
He sucked hard on her clit, and pushed two fingers back inside, her arousal evident. She grabbed his hair, pulled on the locks, but it didn’t sway him at all. He was going to bring her to climax and he didn’t give a shit how long it took.
It didn’t take long.
With a hard pull on her clit, he brought her over the edge, and she screamed. He felt the contractions of her pussy around his fingers and it had him groaning against her clit. That seemed to trigger yet another one.
“Enough!” She begged him to stop.
Daxis gave her one last lick, then his lips travelled up the center of her body once more. Using his legs, he parted hers even more, bent over and nibbled on one nipple. Lyssa was breathing hard and fast, eyes closed.
“That—that wasn’t nice,” she said.
“But it felt good, didn’t it?” She opened her eyes and glared at him. He licked his lips and grinned. “Sure did taste damned good.”
He didn’t expect her to move so fast. Her hand came up but he caught the slap before it made contact with his face. He grabbed her wrist, then the other one and once more pinned them over her head, pressing his chest to hers.
“Get off,” she ordered through clenched teeth.
“We’re not done yet.”
“I’m done. I’m so done with you and this game you’re playing.”
From the look in her eyes, clearly she’d sobered up on him. Damn!
“We’re not even close to being done yet.” Taking a chance on releasing her wrists again, he shifted and reached down between them once more, took hold of his erection and positioned it right where he wanted it. To make sure she understood his desires, he rubbed the head up and down her slit, getting it nice and wet from her earlier arousal.
Her eyes widened. “Stop that!”
He did, but only because he was exactly where he wanted to be and had the advantage. Reaching back up he took hold of her wrists and then with one swift, fluid motion plunged into her. She cried out and stiffened under him.
“You bastard!” she screamed.
Daxis closed his eyes and willed himself to still for a few seconds. He throbbed. It hurt to move. He wanted it to last longer than what he was afraid it would. Of course, she didn’t understand why he was still and squirmed under him.
“Don’t move,” he groaned with a slight growl. But she wasn’t listening to him. She was pulling at his arms, her hips moving and her feet digging into the bed, trying to buck him off. “Fine, have it your way,” he growled.
Lowering his face to her shoulder, he pulled out and thrust into her again. He moved his hips in a fast, grinding motion, making sure to rub against her clit.
He licked at the mark he had left four years ago. Licked as he rotated his hips with each thrust, taking her maybe a bit rougher than he should have, but he was on fire. He couldn’t contain the need that raced through his body, or the urge to finish the claim.
Faster, harder, he felt almost like he might be in heat with his need to conquer her. Letting go of her wrists he grabbed onto the edge of the bed. Their bodies rubbed against each other, chills raced down his spine and the familiar feeling of his orgasm coming had Daxis moaning against her shoulder.
Her nails dug into his sides. He felt blood being drawn, but it didn’t slow him down. The pain only seemed to fuel him to go faster, to thrust harder. And when he felt her move under him, felt her hips rotating just a little to match his grind, Daxis lost his control.
He opened his mouth, bit down on her shoulder and climaxed the same second that she cried out, her pussy contracting hard around his cock that still thrust in and out of her. She grabbed his sides, her nails digging in even more. He, in turn, reached under her body, hands landed on her ass and he squeezed, and held her up, which had him going even deeper. He convulsed inside her, his seed shooting out in spurts that stole his breath.
It felt like it lasted for hours, when it had only lasted minutes. Breathless, Daxis released the hold on her shoulder and pressed his forehead on the bed. He tried to hold as much of his weight off her as he could while getting himself under control.
Opening his eyes and seeing the mark on her shoulder bruising, guilt overwhelmed him for what he’d just done. He had planned to seduce her, not take her. Yeah, he wanted this to happen before her cycle, only because of her virginal state. He knew that when her cycle came she was going to be hurting enough as it was and he didn’t want to add to her pain. But this, this didn’t happen the way he had planned in his head.
“Shit, Lyssa,” he sighed, pushing up enough to look at her. “I’m—” Daxis didn’t finish what he was going to say. Lyssa had passed out under him.
As gently as he could, he slipped from her body and got up. Naked, he walked to the bathroom to clean up, then came back with a washcloth to clean her up as well. With ease, he slipped her under the covers, shut all the lights off and got in the bed next to her. Turning to his side so he could see her, he reached out, touching her face softly.
“If only you could see how much you mean to me,” he whispered. Leaning in he kissed her lightly on the lips. She groaned and turned over, giving him her back. H sighed. “Damn. Oh, I’m going to get hell in the morning.”
Chapter Five
Lyssa slowly woke to sun shining on the side of her face, a pounding in her head, and a slight throbbing between her legs. Wincing as she worked to get her eyes open, she had to bring her hand up to shield them and then she stopped. She was lying on her stomach, a sheet covering her rear, and if she wasn’t mistaken, she was naked.
With a frown, she looked down, then around the room and wanted to groan but didn’t. This was Daxis’s room. Pulling the sheet up and slowly turning her body, she covered herself as she sat up and then she lost her temper. Sleeping right next to her was Daxis, and from the position of the sheet hardly covering his waistline, clearly he was also naked. That meant only one thing and one thing only.
“You rotten, low life, dirty son of a bitch!” Lyssa yelled right before hitting him with one closed fist. The first hit landed on his chest and Daxis jumped. “How could you take advantage of me like that?” She hit him again and again, in the same spot.
Somehow, Daxis managed to get the upper hand, and it really wasn’t that much of a surprise to her. After all, she was only hitting him with one hand.
He gave her a hard shove and she was on her back with him right on top of her. “Morning to you, too.”
“Get off,” she said through gritted teeth.
His eyes lit up. “Now why should I when I finally have you right where I want you and I like having you here.” His eyes roamed over her body and it gave her the chills, but then she went still when she felt him get hard against her. Reaching down, Daxis spread her legs, leaning into her and wriggling his hips. “Oh, much better.”
“Get off,” she said again, trying to push with only one hand.
“Nope.” He licked his lips. “Besides, in a way I already did last night.”
“Oh!” She made to slap him and Daxis quickly caught her hand and laughed.
“That isn’t being nice.”
“You’re not being nice. You’re being an ass!”
“I was nice last night.”
“Really?” she huffed. “Then why am I in bed with you, naked, and sore?
“Because we drank too much.”
“I doubt you drank as much as I did. You just used it to get what you wanted.”
“I didn’t need to get you drunk to get you in bed. I could have waited for your cycle to do that for me.”
She growled and went to swing at him with her other hand. Mistake. As
soon as she let go of the sheet and made to hit him, he caught her other wrist and the sheet opened, exposing her breasts. Daxis’s eyes went down to them, then his head lowered and he licked one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She gasped.
“Stop that!”
He moaned against her flesh and pulled hard on it before releasing it. Dark eyes met her own and she almost shivered from the heated expression in them. He dipped his head again and sucked the other nipple into his mouth, as his hand found its way down between her legs. Fingers started caressing, then teasing at her clit. Lyssa gasped again and started to move under him. She moved her hips away from his teasing fingers, on the brink of awakening her body once more.
“Daxis!” She could only breathe out his name, nothing else.
Fingers stroking in and out and touching her clit had her throbbing before she knew what was happening. His mouth didn’t leave her breasts alone, either. He took turns with kissing, sucking and nibbling on them. It felt as if he was trying to overwhelm her with sensations and it was working very well.
The familiar feeling of orgasm started to come to her one more. He must have felt the change in her reaction too, because as soon as she started peaking, his fingers stopped and then he thrust his cock into her. Lyssa cried out and shook, her climax hitting her at the same time.
He stayed deep inside her, not moving, his tongue flicking over a nipple. Lyssa worked to catch her breath and waited for her heart to stop pounding so hard in her chest. Daxis let her wrists go, moved both his arms down and took hold of her legs, buried deep inside her. He spread her legs wider, then he hooked them both over his upper arms. The move had him slipping even deeper inside her body and Lyssa couldn’t hold back the small groan.
Now that she wasn’t under the influence, she felt everything. She was still sore, and he felt thick inside her, almost as if he wasn’t the right fit for her. Lips trailed a hot line up to her shoulder and he sucked on the mark. That had her shivering under him.
“Hold on...” He sounded so raw when he spoke.
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