Sevyn: Adult Paranormal Romance (BWWM Romance) (Supernatural Thriller) (The Smoke & Fire Series Book 4)

by Michele Wesley

  “You’re the only person that knows. I have always been afraid to tell anyone because I thought I was crazy. I thought I had a mental disorder that allowed me to convince myself that I had this ability.

  “When I saw the way you and Drago moved on the bridge, when I saw a head talking without its body, and after all you have revealed to me, I feel like I can finally breathe. I’m free from the mental prison I put myself in. I’m not alone in this. Whatever this is?”

  Captivated, Dana didn't know what question to ask first.

  “What do you feel when it happens? What, where....”

  Neal laughed at her. She asked the next question before she gave him a chance to answer the first one. He patted her arm.

  “Why don’t we prepare ourselves for work? I’ll explain it as best I can on the drive to the office.”

  She reached up and almost hugged him. She was fast, but she was sure he didn’t miss her gesture. After all the secrets they'd revealed to each other, she felt closer to him than she had to anybody. He was the only one that knew who she truly was.

  She stepped into her room and took a quick shower. She couldn’t wait to get back to Neal, so he could fill her in on his amazing ability. Now that all of their secrets were laid out on the table, the crushing weight of the world lifted from her shoulders.

  A knock sounded at her door as she was pinning her hair up.

  She swung her door open with bobby pins poking from her mouth, like a bunch of metal buck teeth.

  “Come in,” she called, her words muffled but understandable as they breezed by the metal between her lips.

  She wore her hair up so much, Dana could pin it into any number of elaborate or simple buns. She applied the last few pins as Neal step through her door. Closing and turning the lock, she stood facing her door for a moment before turning to face Neal.

  What she was about to do was a bit scandalous, but Neal had to know by now that she was attracted to him. She dropped her black silk robe, revealing a nude-colored bra and pantie set that was so sheer you could literally see everything.

  Neal stood at the foot of her bed, watching her with smiling excitement in his eyes. She let him look and turned slightly in each direction so he got a better view.

  Dana didn’t know why she thought he would be embarrassed. After all, he did have a pair of her panties. He had sat in her office and watched her with lust-hazed eyes as he sniffed them. Their little office foreplay session had raised her blood pressure to its max.

  She took a lazy step closer to him; their eyes locked.

  “Neal,” she called, seductively.

  His face gave away nothing, but his eyes conveyed a well-versed story of longing and desire.

  “Yes.”

  She took another lingering step closer.

  “I don’t think I’m going to make it into work today.”

  “Why not?” he asked, with a face void of emotion.

  She glimpsed it in his eyes; he knew damn well why she wasn’t going to make it, and it was entirely his fault. She fondled her breast and let her fingers meander along the curves of her body.

  “I’m warm to the touch. My blood pressure is elevated. My breathing is a bit erratic. I need you to alleviate my pressure and help me regain control of these strong urges I can't shake. Will you do that for me, Neal?”

  He smiled then.

  “I’m here to help you get through whatever you need. What do you need me to do?”

  Dana’s smile brightened the interior of her room. She took the final step. Since she was without her heels, Neal towered over her. Her forehead barely reached his chin. She favored heels because she hated being looked down upon. However, she liked Neal looking down at her.

  Neal’s downward gaze sent jolts of erotic intentions straight to her brain. Maybe it was the lust in his eyes; she didn’t know and she didn’t have time to think on it too much. He had asked her what she needed him to do, and he deserved an answer.

  “I need you to alleviate my suffering.”

  What she didn’t tell him was that she suffered from sexual starvation. Finding a man that could handle her sexual appetite was a daunting task, and she hoped Neal was up for the challenge because she planned to devour him.

  She could no longer restrain herself. Whatever he was about to say was crushed between his lips and hers. She used her speed to sling her arms around his neck and yanked his face to hers, surprising him. She reminded herself to mover slower, be normal, and stay at a normal person’s speed, no matter how much Sevyn wanted to hurry things along.

  Speed was never her friend when it came to sex, so she did her best to calm her raging hormones. She slowed her kisses into more delicate and tender presses and, in return, was rewarded by Neal's memorable kisses. The man literally made love to her mouth.

  When she finally unhinged her arms from around his neck, a hint of hesitation found its way into the corners of his mouth and the edges of his eyes.

  He asked, “Are you sure?”

  He asked the question as his hand slid, feather light, across her nipple. And he was the one who claimed she was putting on a performance.

  Dana didn’t answer his question. She used her speed, sliding his hands around the bend of her ass until he cupped it.

  “Did you really ask that silly question? This is all I could think about after you put your hand up my skirt. You have no idea how badly you made me want you. If my assistant hadn’t come to the door when she did, this probably would have happened then.”

  They didn’t waste any more words. Dana helped relieve Neal of his clothes. She admired his strong male frame which was toned enough to produce a dictionary of definition. She took off his pants but not his boxers. She was both afraid and anxious to see what was under his last stitch of clothing. Her hand skimmed his solid chest, his toned abs, and finally made the journey to his boxers.

  Neal stood, watching, perfectly content with letting her explore whatever piqued her interest. She liked that he didn’t hesitate to stroke and caress whatever part on her body called his attention.

  She looped her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down. The large bulge under the material of his boxers had her yearning to see what he was hiding. She shoved his boxers down until she felt the tip of his dick stop them; then she took great care in sliding them pass the area growing bigger before her eyes. The tip of him surfaced; and she inched the material further, at such a slow pace, it glided along his hard, peachy flesh like she was peeling back a layer from a ripe banana.

  But this wasn't fruit, it was all male. She swallowed her excitement when a good six inches was unveiled and more remained hidden. When he was fully revealed, her lips drifted apart and she stood, staring, like she'd never seen a penis before.

  At first, she was surprised; then a smile bent the corners of her mouth as she stood, taking him all in. Her hands rested against his thighs as she continued to hold onto the rim of his boxers.

  She licked her lips, her first time seeing one so gloriously big. The possibilities with him were endless. Her line of sight swept the glorious expanse of his well-endowed dick a few more times, to ensure she wasn’t imagining it. Finally, she forced her eyes to meet his unreadable gaze.

  “It seems I have found another of your big secrets.”

  Her statement put a smile on his face. “Is that right?”

  Her hand gravitated towards that tempting jewel. With the first caress, she closed her eyes as she imagined him inside her. Fondling him, she continued to be fascinated as she stroked from the base to the head. She couldn’t tear her eyes away to see if her touch pleased him.

  The low whimpers that escaped his throat and the slight sway in his body informed her that he was enjoying it.

  She hadn’t decided yet if she was more fascinated with his dick or his amazing ability to transmute from one place to the next.

  Reluctantly, she let go and sent his boxers the rest of the way down. A temporary lapse in control allowed her need
for speed to take control. She jumped out of her underwear, and she and Neal went speeding into the bed.

  The bed groaned its resistance under their crashing weight as they bounced upwards, a few times, before settling into the cushiness of the mattress. Their temporary laughter gave way to their unrelenting lust.

  Dana pressed her lips firmly onto his and graciously accepted his offered tongue. Neal never let his hands leave her body. His touch electrified every part of her.

  She bent her legs, straddling him, as he sat up, moving with her. She locked gazes with him. The intensity in his dreamy glare scared her as much as it excited her. She broke eye contact by reaching towards her bedside table. Hating to break complete contact with his warm body, she stretched her body to open her bedside drawer. She removed a sleeve of twelve condoms and thanked her lucky stars she'd purchased a variety of sizes.

  Again, Dana assumed her behavior would surprise him, but the look on Neal's face was easily interpreted. His C’s were there, on display. His charisma and confidence had her giddy. She didn’t care that she was being forward and brazen.

  “If we can manage it, I would like to use each and every last one of these, before we leave this room.”

  He bent forward and gave her a playful peck on the lips.

  “Since you asked, I will do whatever it takes to make it happen.”

  He had no idea how happy he'd made her. She knew good and well they couldn't use all those condoms, but she was damn well going to try. Knowing he was willing to go along with her was amazing. Seeing what he had to offer made the escapade that much more appealing.

  She tore off one of the condoms, her eyes straying to the big hard prize cradled between their bodies. She scooted backed enough for him to spring free. Wrapping her hand around it, her tongue refused to stay inside her mouth as she licked her lips.

  “May I?”

  He tightened the grip he had on her thighs. His lust heavy eyes remained on hers.

  “I’m all yours.”

  Did Neal have any idea he was like a big, tasty package of drugs, telling an addict to take what she wanted? She presented prim and proper to her family and associates, but in the bedroom, she didn't like to limit herself.

  Her eyes remained on his as she clinched the condom wrapper between her teeth and tore the edge with her thumb and forefinger. She held him, firmly, as she rolled the condom on, enjoying the hard and silky texture.

  “I’ll give you foreplay later. Right now, I can’t wait to get you inside me.”

  Condom in place, she kept her hand firmly wrapped around him, as she raised herself higher on her knees.

  Neal took advantage of her breast passing so teasingly close to his face. His tongue grazed each of her hard nipples. He enjoyed seeing all of that lust in her eyes as she forced herself with gritted teeth to keep things at a normal pace.

  Her pulsing hot wetness hovered above the tip of him, as she eased herself down. The first few inches stopped her; a mixture of a sigh and a moan escaped her.

  The sensation of sliding into her froze him. Neal clinched his fist and squeezed his eyes shut so tight his head shook involuntarily.

  Slowly, Dana, she reminded herself. Don’t rush it.

  She eased a bit more in, enjoying the firm sensation of his throbbing hardness plunging into her. She started a gradual wave of her body, working him in as leisurely as her brain would allow.

  “Jesus, you feel good.”

  Neal couldn't speak or take his next breath. The sensation of her warm folds pulsing so tightly around him had frozen him in place.

  Dana draped her arms around his neck, as her body kept to a slow dancing rhythm. Her movement coaxed harsh breaths from Neal. Savoring every splendid second, she leaned her forehead against his and failed to keep her fluttering eyes open.

  Although they were shut, it didn’t stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head. Each dancing rhythm sent profoundly addictive waves of pleasure into her core. The waves vibrated outward until they spread all over her body. She lifted her head and kissed Neal, pressing her lips firmly onto his before seeking out his tongue.

  He let her devour him, and she took advantage of his giving nature. She found herself plunged upon a world of pleasure so compulsively addictive, she was losing herself and didn't care about how misplaced she'd become. Sheathing every enticing inch of him was a feat she thought would be impossible and proved how ravenous he made her. Her lips raked his ear.

  “Let's switch. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”

  He drew her firmly onto him, sending his hard desire even deeper.

  “Oooo!”

  His action made her scream out her desire and kept her moving.

  He assisted her movement, kissing her neck with light flicks of his lips and tongue until he reached her ear.

  “You don't have to control yourself with me. Do whatever pleases you.”

  She shook her head, like an addict trying desperately to kick a long, ongoing habit.

  “I know when I can’t do something; and right now, I’m losing control. I want us both to enjoy this. You have no idea how much discipline it is taking for me not to…not to…”

  His throbbing hardness stole her breath once more as she felt him pulse inside her.

  Neal's words rushed out, between ragged breaths, against her trembling lips.

  “I’m not altogether sure I can control myself. You already have me on the verge of losing my mind. But, for you, I’ll do my best.”

  Without further word, he flipped her. Their connection stayed in place. Neal was planted so comfortably between Dana's legs, it seem like he'd been there before. His first few strokes took her breath and didn't give it back. His continued efforts took what was left of her mind. Her mouth was stuck in an exacerbated O.

  “Oh. God. Neal.”

  The man made love like nobody's business. If she'd known this earlier, she would have let him started this session. She made a confession that she would never have made under any other circumstances.

  “I take back what I said about you not being able to handle what’s under my surface.”

  He smiled, but it was stolen by a wave of pleasure that made him cry out.

  “You're devouring me, Dana. Shit!”

  He reached down and pulled her inner thigh upward. The move tilted her, sending him impossibly deep. Her harsh gasps had her nearly hyperventilating. At this point, he had her all pants and unintelligible vocal cries. He kept a firm grasp of her inner thigh as he worked her body with the precision of a master love maker.

  She was dying and pleasure was the taker of her soul. He wasn't even moving fast, yet he had her body on fire. If he kept this up, she was going to pass out. His lusty words poured into her ears.

  “Am I alleviating your suffering, Dana?”

  “Oh God. Yes. Yes….”

  She couldn't have strung together a complete sentence, if her life depended on it. Neal didn't know it yet, but there was no damn way she was going to let him end this affair. He had opened a door she wasn't going to let him shut.

  She knew no other way to express herself but to scream, huff, and heave out her breaths.

  “About to. About to…”

  That was all she could manage as her body shattered. She came undone, and she loved every juicy pleasure-filled moment of it.

  Neal followed suit. His cries registered, but Dana's ears were too clogged with flowing pleasure as it crawled up and down her body, lingering on the surface before sinking teeth into her.

  After what seemed like hours, Dana fluttered back to the real world. Neal gave her the one thing she'd been craving for years—satisfaction. The orgasm was so mind-blowingly good, she would stalk him all the rest of his days to get another.

  He satisfied her sexually; and she would be damned if her exhausted body didn't crave more, even as he lay atop her, recuperating from their episode.

  Chapter 18

  Hypnotized

  The delicate sl
ide of fingers coaxed Neal’s awakening. Manicured nails traced along his abs and made a descent to the portion of him barely covered by the sheet. His gaze made its way up and found curious eyes, staring at him.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  There was no mistaking the lustful glint in her eyes, the slide of her tongue across her lips, and the placement of her hand on his dick. Hungry eyes captured his.

  “Can I have some more, please?”

  He didn't know where she'd dragged them from, but the sleeve of condoms was back. A huge smile danced across his face.

  “You can have as much as you want. Besides, I love alleviating your suffering. I love the way you let me alleviate your suffering.”

  Accompanying his words, his manhood jumped in her hand, like it was a part of the conversation. Dana wanted more, and more was exactly what he intended to give her.

  ****

  Neal didn't know how long they had been out, this time, but the positon of the sun indicated it was at least noon. He vaguely remembered a guard knocking on the door. Dana had thrown on his T-shirt to greet the man. She informed the guard she was sick and taking the day off. Neal had passed out since, but he knew the guard would eventually return. It was their job to have eyes on Dana.

  Neal shook his head, trying to shake off Dana's mesmerizing effect.

  He didn't have a self-esteem problem, but found it difficult to believe a woman that gorgeous was interested in him. Maybe she was lonely. Never mind what he thought, he couldn't help touching her.

  She was one of the most insanely beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her body was a perfectly sculpted piece of art. He ran a hand up her thigh and let it travel along her stomach until he cupped a perfect caramel breast with its small raisin, hard nipples. She stirred, her smile greeting him before her eyes opened.

  Three condoms were missing from the sleeve now. Neal had never tested his stamina and was learning that with Dana next to him, it wasn't hard to summon the strength. His will to please her was as strong as the large amount of desire she stirred in him each time she expressed she still wanted him.