Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Barbour, Carolina

  Pulura lifted her eyes. They fluttered, as he started to escalate his movements. She clutched his arms when he cupped her ass and drew her closer into him. His hips rose and fell, continuously propelling his cock inside her.

  It felt sweet, delicious, and so incredible all the fears of the past left her conscience as she concentrated on the solid, heavy, length of him thrusting up and in between her thighs. His thrust intensified. She shifted to accommodate his breadth feeling him grow harder and thicker, a tremor of alarm crept inside her body feeling the way he extended her with each thrust. She couldn’t help the apprehension seeping into her pores. The first time he gave unselfishly and now she knew he wanted more. Something she wasn’t sure she could give, for fear of what it could mean.

  As if he knew, he touched her cheeks with his fingertips, gingerly. He forced her to look at him. His gaze washed over her seductively, heated. “I will never hurt you, Pulura.” He kissed her mouth, sweetly.

  She dug her nails into his chest feeling his need expand and fill her beyond what seemed manageable. “You feel so good…so large,” she whispered into his mouth when he reached for another kiss.

  “Darling, I know what I’ve been blessed with. And though I would like nothing more than to let go, unleash the untamed yearning to die in your succulent abyss that’s driving me crazy. You can trust me not to disregard the enormity of my size and plunge greedily in the soaking pussy of yours calling to me like a siren and hurt you. I want you desperate for me again and wanting my cock, you taking me completely, uncontrollable until you climax again. Only then, will I allow myself to let go and spill my seed inside you, if that’s what you want, Pulura. If not, I suppose I will suffer the ache in my dick…possibly take care of the matter myself. Whatever you want, darling, it’s my wish too.”

  “Oh, Channing are you for real?” Her husband only showed her how selfish, rough, and deviant sex could be. Channing was tender and so gentle it made her ache to the bone. She kissed his mouth and hugged him close. Tentatively, she started moving her hips in the rhythm he showed her, easing up…slowing moved down enclosing his entire cock inside her. Pulura rocked against him in a tempo as old as time.

  “Baby, do you know what you do to me?” Channing bit his lip, exhaled heavily, matching her stroke for stroke. “Fuck me, baby…use me…”

  “What do I do to you? Drive you crazy?” she grinned, teasingly. She firmed her thighs against his waist taking him deeper.

  “No, darling, you make me damned wild,” he growled.

  Her eyelids fluttered as he thrust up and escalated the tempo until their bodies thrashed together. Each forge more hungry then the next, deeper, so deep she felt him reach her womb. Her pussy, slippery and accommodating, bathed his cock and allowed him access unhampered. When she locked her thighs against his flanks, ground down on his dick, she knew Channing’s control slipped.

  He pounded into the giving flesh, taking, giving in return, he tossed all caution to the wind and fucked her with a potency that left them panting in choppy breaths until Pulura’s low cry of pleasure erupted from her lips in a scream. She trembled, her hips jerked erratically as he brought her to another mind numbing orgasm that shattered her senses.

  When she lay inert and struggled for air, she moaned in delight feeling him lose himself, his cock bloated heavy inside her and throbbed. She felt his body tense as he struggled to contain his hunger, need.

  His voice came out raspy, knowing. “I don’t want to hold back. I can’t,” he said between clenched teeth. “Darling…” he squeezed her ass between his large, hot, hands and pushed the deepest inside her. “Pulura…baby, please.”

  She should be anxious, as she had been earlier. If nothing else cautious knowing what she was about to concede. Everything, she was going to give her soul to him.

  “I don’t want you to hold back anything from me ever.”

  “I thought you would never say that,” he said faintly. He kissed her hard, greedily, withdrew only to press back further inside her. She felt him take hold of her again, pushing her to limits of need, so strong her cries of pleasure mingled with his hoarse groan as she climaxed and collapsed around him.

  She felt him freeze, his cock twitched, and then he shuddered all around her, in her, as he released and ejaculated filling her with his seed.

  She wasn’t running from her past anymore. Even if she wanted to, she knew Channing wouldn’t allow it. He enclosed her in his arms and let her drape over his body like a comfortable shawl. His embrace secure and protective eased all her fears. When he spoke, his words only magnified she had found something unique, inspiring, in a man for the first time.

  “You’re so sweet I’m not sure I deserve you,” he confessed. He held her hips and helped her ease off him. She snuggled up against him and he welcomed her in his arms. After or during sex with her husband he never showed affection and always left her feeling lonely and used. As soon as he finished, he jumped from the bed and rushed to the cleansing chamber as if he needed to wash his body to rid himself of her scent.

  “We deserve each other,” she whispered.

  His eyes brightened and warmed to brown embers, attentive, so telling was his gaze when he looked at her. His hand brushed her cheek lightly. “I just said a prayer to God that if I’m dreaming, don’t ever wake me. I want to live in this miracle he bestowed on me forever.”

  There was nothing to say. Channing had come into her world, literally, and swept her off her feet and lodged into her heart. She accepted it as fate. In his universe, he called it a miracle.

  His god had given her a miracle, she thought smiling.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Walking down the corridor toward where Allura waited, Noor braced himself for trouble. Just at the threshold before activating the door to open, he paused a second to allow his pulse to stop pounding. Every nerve ending was alive, like an adrenaline rush he experienced when apprehending an unwilling suspect. He prepared for the battle.

  Allura sat demurely on the bed, dressed in a white blouse and form-fitting black slacks that hugged her hips. He started toward her, and then halted, seeing the pistol by her side.

  “Where did you get that?”

  With a triumph glint, Allura curled her slender fingers around the handle trigger. “That is none of your business. But you needn’t worry as long you don’t make a wrong move.” Allura had the gall to threaten a man and not flinch in the process.

  Her dulcet murmur was recognized for what it was. And though subtle, the lethal connotation was noticeable. Noor pushed forward and entered the room.

  “You want to shoot me?”

  “The thought has crossed my mind,” Allura retorted.

  Unconcerned about the threat, Noor stepped in front of Allura, stretched his arms on each side of her, and rested on the bed, leaning close enough to rub noses. “Can we talk about this calmly? I miss you.” Noor put his hand out toward her face. She slapped it away. “I guess that means no,” he said grimly. “I didn’t come here to fight, but talk, and that is what we are going to do whether you like it or not. I have allowed—”

  “Allowed?” Allura’s brows shot upward in indignation.

  Noor didn’t back down. He repeated, “I have allowed you to sulk and throw a temper tantrum long enough. It’s time we squelched the animosity between us like reasonable adults.” He paused, and then added, “You were more complacent after I rescued you from the emperor.” So the drugs made her agreeable. He dismissed that morbid excuse he shouldn’t have voiced. She recoiled from him, anger surfaced.

  “I shouldn’t have said that. I apologize. I don’t want to fight, Allura.”

  Doggedly, Allura met Noor head-on and made it apparent she intended to persevere. This was a Mexican standoff. She raised her chin a notch and had the nerve to smile sweetly while her fingers firmed on the gun. “You’re sorry, now? Humph. You want to be reasonable now? After all you have put me through. Rationality apparently had no place in your thought process when
you tricked me into coming to th–this nightmare you live in.” She blistered.

  Noor swore. “I’m profusely apologetic. Under the circumstances, I had no choice. Channing’s life was at stake.”

  She slapped his face. “Don’t you dare use that against me!”

  “Don’t do that again.”

  “You brought me here, where I have been beaten and raped, and those are the things I can remember!”

  She slapped him again.

  “You feel better now?” He snarled.

  “I have a mother, father…a life in Texas, and you tossed that neatly out the window to meet your own selfish needs. You have ruined my life. I hope you are happy with yourself.”

  Noor moved, walked over to the 360-degree view, and gazed out at the purple haze that blanketed the sky. The misty, atmospheric pressure drifted past the moons and temporarily reflected a lavender glow into the room.

  “I’m guilty of everything you accused. However, if I knew what my government had planned for you, I would have taken different precautions. Emperor Agaci is the lowest animal. Do you honestly believe I would intentionally put you in his hands?” He waited on her response for vindication he wasn’t as horrible as she believed. Allura remained silent. Noor clenched his teeth. “I came for you,” he reminded her.

  “So what. Does that appease your conscience? Should I bow down in honor because you saved me from the hellish man you are responsible for giving me to? For god’s sake, I’m married to a monster, and you think I should take that lightly.”

  He said between pinched teeth. “The marriage isn’t official until it’s consummated.”

  “If rape means consummation then I think he succeeded,” she said nastily. Her tone harsh and bitter, she lashed out.

  “The emperor did not molest you, Allura. Nor did I, so I can assure you, your virginity remains intact.”

  “My God, you’re insensitive and a liar.” She quaked, furious. “I should fall to my knees and give thanks.” Sarcasm dripped from her lips like syrup.

  “The night we had intercourse, I was careful not to breech you. The Karos practice the art of restraint—after two years living among them, I have perfected the technique that allowed me to do what I did, provide pleasure and respectfully keep a woman virtuous. Even then, I considered your welfare, what was right for you, and pushed my need aside. Um, perhaps I’m not cold-hearted and a liar,” he said softly.

  “You expect me to believe that? If that isn’t the most farfetched tale I have ever heard…well, outside of this whole ‘come to my planet and save the galaxy’…you expect me to believe anything you say.”

  Noor glanced over his shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows into a unibrow. The irony of the situation occurred to him. “With all your accusations, maybe I should have fucked you.”

  “Bastard,” Allura hissed.

  He continued as if she hadn’t assassinated him with a single word. “If the emperor found you impure, he would have killed you immediately. If I couldn’t get to you in time, at least I brought you some hours that would keep you alive. That is the reason I didn’t take you fully our first time together. I have always been concerned for your welfare.” He eyed her. “You can believe that or not. At this point, I really don’t give a damn.” He stalked to the door. His hand reached out…she called to him. Everything inside said go. Hadn’t he hurt her enough? Noor turned around. “What? And if you sling another insult at me, I’m out of here, Allura. I swear.”

  Allura studied her hands. Her voice was low, almost inaudible. “Can you blame for me being impossible? I’m frightened.” She looked at Noor. “I’m so scared I don’t know what to do. I haven’t had to deal with anything of this magnitude before. Matt Graham, prejudices, societal backlash…the English. Those are the worse nemesis in my life. But, sadly, I had learned to live in that world, even though it might not be idealistic to you. It was where I belonged and comforting to me. Now this.” She waved around the room. Noor knew she meant his world and not just the chamber. “Thrust into this madness, and yes, that is what it is to me. It is more than unsettling. Though you can’t understand, Legend, Texas, is my home, where I belonged. Where I felt safe, Noor, and I don’t intend to apologize for it. Can you begrudge how I feel, knowing this?”

  Noor shoved forward and walked halfway to Allura. “I never thought for an instant any of this would be easy. Contrary to your beliefs, seeing your family and the close bond that you all have tore at my gut that I would be responsible for turning your life topsy-turvy. I’m not that callous, Allura. By the time I realized what I was doing, things had progressed too far for me to reel things back and change the dynamic of what was about to happen. Matters were out of my control because it wasn’t just you and me anymore. Too many others were involved, and that complicated matters. So, here we stand. The only thing I can do is try to get you out of this mess unscathed.”

  She looked at him hopefully. “You have a plan? Can you save me from the horrid man, and then return me home, and life will continue as if this never happened?”

  “I’m still trying to figure that out,” he mumbled. He shoved his hands in his pockets. A slow burn started in his gut. “It’s not that simple, I’m afraid. As I told Channing, Emperor Agaci will not stop coming after you until you are inaccessible…or dead.” The brute honesty was necessary. She had to know what they were up against. He saw her expression turn from angry to solemn. “The latter is not an option in my mind. Never. I can take you to Magnus, where you will be safer. You need to get with child as soon as possible. That will cease Emperor Agaci from securing you as his wife because you would be useless to him. Even if he wanted to keep you, the Oridus government wouldn’t allow it.” He glanced at her. “It won’t stop him from seeking revenge. Men like the emperor are not forgiving.”

  Allura looked disgruntled. “Okay, somewhere in between going to your home and the birth of my child, no marriage was mentioned. Or did I miss that part?”

  Vale’s warning sounded in his mind. If that is your only reason for wanting Allura, I wouldn’t tell her that. Even before he finished his sentence, he knew he was damned. It was difficult having to be blunt about the facts, and wounding her feelings made his stomach lurch. At this point, until he could figure out how to get Allura out of this situation unharmed, he wouldn’t give her false hope. If he got her with child, he could explain that to his government. He had taken advantage and played on her naiveté to gain her compliance. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before. In his line of work, a conscience didn’t come into play—until now.

  Noor reflected on his decision and next words. Everyone would know the truth with a legitimate marriage license on file. If he married her, his government would know he acted because of feelings and not necessity. That meant treason. Not that he gave a damn about facing charges for sedition. His upmost concern was to protect Allura from the possible backlash if he took that route. “I’m not marriage material, Allura.” Her back stiffened. He ignored the hurt expression she wore. “There are ways to impregnate a woman without sexual intercourse. The medical term is artificial transference where sperm is inserted into the reproductive tract. You can carry the baby to full term or have it incubated until maturity, if that is what you wish.” Noor grimaced at how clinical and cold he sounded.

  “You want me to have a child out of wedlock?”

  The anguish in her voice tormented him. The solution he offered to save her life was viable, but still he considered the repercussions. If Allura remained on Magnus and birthed a child without being married, it wouldn’t matter. Well, to him or anybody else except Allura, he knew. From what he learned about the Texas era, unwed mothers were considered blights on society and were scorned as promiscuous and indecent. Her society would be unforgiving, her parents disgraced, and her child labeled a bastard. Not even all of Mortimer Deverill’s money and influence would save Allura from the hypocritical condemnation she’d face from a society that prided itself on wrongfully judging others. She’d
be a pariah in the public view.

  The hell if he would allow that to happen. Maybe he shouldn’t even concern himself about it, because deep inside he knew letting Allura go wasn’t a priority. So, he was a self-centered bastard, he’d go with that. In the scheme of things, it didn’t matter because he’d yet to convince Allura to take any action to save her life.

  “Nothing you have said gives me comfort, Noor. This is one of those situations where I feel caught between a rattlesnake and a cougar. I’m damned either way,” she said, forlorn.

  “In my mind the lesser of the evils is to stay here and have the child.” The suggestion was purely selfish, of course, and he could have let it eat at his scruples, but he refused to. He couldn’t—wouldn’t let her go. He just hoped he didn’t have to strong-arm Allura to see his way. The thought was averse. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it.

  The redeeming feature to his selfishness was that he truly believed she would be safer on Magnus.

  * * * *

  She had to be insane to consider Noor’s options for the rest of her life. She didn’t really know him. Yes, she loved him with all her heart, but he was still as foreign to her as his home. At the revelation, commonsense should have prevailed, but it hadn’t and she found herself seriously mulling over what he offered. To give up everything she knew and remain with Noor made panic arise and grip her harshly. It also made her yearn for a life with him forever. If forever was part of his plan. Noor hadn’t said or even alluded to such. He plainly outlined what she needed to do to save herself, including having a child out of wedlock, and didn’t even mention that he might be the father or even wanted the responsibility.

  Pulura looked at his brooding stance, distance, so cold it made her shiver. Deep inside she ached for the impossible, and knowing this she still couldn’t bring herself to make a decision based on facts and not emotions.

  Okay, so, she considered leaving Legend even before Noor entered her life. She’d been thinking about it for years, but her love for her parents and Channing always managed to make her forgo the plan. She would miss them terribly. What she wouldn’t miss was the constrictions of the prim and proper ennui-inducing life in Legend. She wanted more freedom, excitement, and adventure. She longed to travel to Chicago, New York, Europe, and other exotic continents and experience all the wonders an unrestricted life had to offer a young woman. Of course, coming to a place in the future never entered her mind, not even her wildest imagination could conjure up such.