by Lila Dubois
The head of his cock rubbed up and down the cleft of her sex, bumping her clit.
“Sorcha,” he whispered, his accent thicker, his voice deep.
He filled her with one hard thrust. Sorcha threw back her head and screamed as the pleasure crackled through her body.
This was the moment of her greatest pleasure. That amazing sense of being filled, of her body opening and yielding in the most primal way.
He looked down at her, and she could see that he wasn’t sure if she’d really just come. Most men loved that about her—now they were free to take their pleasure, and for Sorcha the rest of the coupling was just afterburn.
“Keep going,” she reassured him. They were words she’d said before, and she wished she hadn’t resorted to them, even as she said them. “That was wonderful, now it’s your turn.”
“That was one,” he said, pulling out.
He thrust in again, hard and deep. Sorcha’s teeth clenched as a fresh wave of pleasure rattled through her. Her gaze flew to Séan’s.
“I’ll be having more from you than just that,” he assured her, with a wicked smile.
Sorcha opened her mouth to assure him that she was more than satisfied, but she never got the words out. Her breath caught, her pulse raced, and her toes curled against his calves. His fucked her with slow, deep thrusts. His thick cock caressed her with each stroke, touching the places inside her that made her belly flutter and skin tingle. It was like an endless wave of pleasure.
“More, more,” she begged, barely aware of what she was saying. “Take me, please, Séan, take me.”
With a growl, he pulled out and rolled to his side, then stood beside the bed. He hauled her to the bottom of the mattress, then pulled her up to stand beside him. Her legs were quaking and Séan’s gaze was wild. He guided her to the chest of drawers. She looked at him, confused.
“Reach back and hold it,” he said, guiding her into position. When Sorcha had her hands braced on the cool, heavy surface, Séan grabbed her legs, locking them around his waist. Sorcha leaned back, putting the weight of her upper body on the dresser and holding herself up with her arms.
One hand cradled her ass while the other held her thigh, keeping her locked in place. His cock found her sex, nudging its way in.
Sorcha screamed, fingers clenching hard around the edge of the dresser top as Séan’s cock penetrated her. He could go deeper like this, and she felt every beautiful, thick inch of him.
“Oh yes, oh, Séan.” Sorcha tipped her head back, keeping her eyes closed so she wouldn’t have to look at the upside-down world. “I feel you, I feel all of you.”
“You’re mine.” He took his hand from her leg just long enough to fondle her breasts before shoring up his hold on her. “Hang on,” he said.
His hips pumped, his cock tunneling into her, each thrust deep, even as the pace increased. Sorcha was helpless, utterly helpless and at his mercy. Her body bounced as he fucked her, her breasts jiggling, her hair thrashing against her back and arms. A third orgasm shook her, and Sorcha screamed and moaned her pleasure. Vaguely she had the thought that she was glad they were so far from the castle so no one could hear her.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growled. “I can feel you clenching around me.”
Séan hoisted her, Sorcha’s upper body smacking into his chest. The orgasm was still riding her and Sorcha took fistfuls of his hair, savaging his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. Séan spun and slammed her back against the wall, his hips now thrusting quick. He buried his face against her collarbone as her nails scored his back. She felt the orgasm overtake him, felt it in the tension that pulled him taut as a cable. The muscles of his chest and back were massive and hard against her breasts and under her fingers. She felt overpowered, owned, used in those final minutes as he drove himself relentlessly into her.
He shouted as he came, his teeth closing around her shoulder. Sorcha didn’t mind the little stab of pain. She liked it.
He shuddered, his hips slowing and then stopping. He released her and her legs slid from around his waist, though she was still pinned to the wall by his body. His shuddering breath rattled in her ear. Sorcha ran her hands lazily over his back, wincing when she felt the raised lines of welts her nails had made.
“Sorcha.” There was a note of concern in his voice. He eased back just enough to look at her.
“Séan.” She took his face in her hands and placed a light kiss on his lips. A lump rose in her throat and her eyes prickled with tears. She willed them away, forcing a smile as she said, “That was amazing.”
He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Yes, it was.”
They stayed that way for a moment, hands cradling one another’s faces, gazes locked. “You’re not what I expected,” she said.
He frowned. “I didn’t mean to hurt you or scare you.”
“You didn’t. I liked it…very much.”
And then her kind and thorough lover who was so much more lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he lay down beside her.
“Next time I’m going to touch you everywhere.” He pressed his hand to her belly, his fingers long enough to span the space between the lower swell of her breasts and the upper curls of her sex.
She wanted to say, next time? But she bit the comment back, not wanting to introduce any awkwardness. Instead she drew him down for a gentle kiss and then let him tuck her up against his side before he drew the covers over them.
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Lila Dubois is a multi-published bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Her books have been nominated for many awards, including RT Book Reviews Erotic Novella for Undone Rebel and the Golden Flogger.
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Prologue
The traffic moved like thick sludge along Main Street, New York, the sticky heat of the late summer day causing cars and motorists alike to simmer. Tempers rose, horns blared, and in his old car with its finely tuned engine, Chad Fishe
r watched his ex-girlfriend.
Watched her walk along the busy New York sidewalk. Watched her firm ass cheeks bunch and flex under the faded denim of her shorts.
His cock twitched, a painful rod of eager steel too long deprived of the velvet rasp of her tongue. A low groan rumbled in his chest but Chad kept his hands on the wheel. In fifty yards, Tess would be home.
He had to get to her first.
The forgotten shack deep in the scrublands two hours north awaited them. Prepared for their arrival. The double bed dusted with blood-red rose petals, the scented candles strategically placed. The heavy chains oiled and bolted to the concrete slab.
His obsession boiled like a vat of sickly sweet molasses churning in the cauldron of his skull. It was time to make Tess understand whom she belonged to. Whom she would always belong to.
He shot a look at the empty seat beside him. Plastic cable ties just waiting to lock around Tess’s wrists and ankles. Cloth and chloroform in easy reach in case she put up a fight.
A slow grin pulled at his lips and his deprived cock began to pulse with greed. It was time to bring their “break” to an end. For good.
Eyes back on Tess, Chad watched as she approached the intersection. Watched her turn the corner and disappear.
Now.
With a quick glance over his shoulder he planted his right foot, the powerful engine launching the unassuming car into motion.
After Tess.
A car blasted its horn as Chad cut across the congested traffic, a woman squealed as he crossed the sidewalk. He didn’t stop.
Sixty-two steps and Tess would be at her front door.
The undercarriage of the car ground over the gutter as, with a sharp turn, he left the sidewalk and turned into Tess’s street, leaving Main Street behind him.
There she was. Almost at her small apartment.
The street was empty, the sidewalk clear. The sun sat low on the horizon behind him. When Tess turned, its blinding rays would be in her eyes.
Chad’s cock sprang into ravenous life again.
Too fucking long deprived…
His foot flattened the accelerator.
With a savage growl, the car, so long straining at the leash, leapt forward after her, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
He screeched to a halt and jumped out of the car before Tess even turned.
“Hi, blossom.” The words were a whispered breath as they slipped from his lips.
Eyes the color of dark chocolate locked on his. “Chad?” Recognition shattered to terror, seconds before he smashed his fist against her finely sculptured jaw. A jaw he had kissed a thousand times.
A jaw he would kiss a million times more.
She dropped into his snatching arms, limp.
Pliant.
Chad’s smile grew wide as, with an action he’d practiced for the last six weeks, he threw her into the backseat of his car. Slamming the door shut, he moved to the driver’s side, calm, relaxed and totally at ease. If anyone looked out his or her window, all they’d see was a bloke in a baseball cap climbing into a late-model sedan. Nothing more. Nothing to remember.
Dropping into his seat, Chad snapped on his seatbelt, shooting Tess’s inert form a quick look in the rear-view mirror. “I’ve missed you, blossom.” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, throat dry, balls aching. “You have no idea how much.”
With a silent chuckle, eyes lingering on her long, bare legs, his cock a straining shaft of hot steel in his jeans, Chad pulled back out into the street.
Straight into the path of an oncoming RV.
The last thing he saw before the RV tore him in half was Tess’s eyes. Wide and dazed, meeting his in the rear-view mirror.
Then nothing.
Chapter 1
He crossed the floor of her bedroom as he had every night for the last five: eyes burning with desire, cock a rigid pole pointing straight up from the dark thatch between his thighs. Moonlight filtered through the open window, playing over his almost pearlescent flesh and casting his face in shadows.
From her bed, body quivering with hungry anticipation, Tess Darcy watched him, pussy sodden with aching lust.
Muscles seemingly sculpted from smoke coiled and flexed as he approached her, fluid and steely all at once. The contradiction drove her wild and her pussy fluttered.
Her fists knotted in the tangled bed sheets, breath growing short and shallow with each step he took closer. A gust of hot wind blew through the window, kissing her already fevered flesh until she shivered with wanton pleasure. She pressed her thighs together, squeezed her pussy tight and bit back a moan.
How could she be this aroused? When even a summer night’s breeze almost brought her to climax?
Eyes that glowed with consuming passion raked over her and Tess gasped.
That was how. Her lover.
Silently he reached the foot of her bed, gaze burning a slow path over her tingling limbs, caressing her breasts, belly, pussy. Cool fingers, long and impossibly strong, curled around her ankles and as his hypnotic eyes held hers captive, he thrust her legs apart.
Wet tension flooded Tess’s sex. Oh, God, yes.
With fluid ease and undeniable purpose, he placed one knee and then the other onto the mattress, the corded columns of his legs pushing hers further apart, exposing her throbbing sex to his inspection.
Waves of hot want crashed over her. She arched her back, lifting her ass from the bed to meet her silent lover’s descending mouth. Immediately his tongue found her swollen clit, like the cool kiss of spring mist on her flushed sex. She bucked, wanting that tongue, that mouth, to devour her. “Jesus. That’s so good.”
The fingers around her ankles relaxed—just enough to let his cool hands slide up her calves to her knees, forcing her thighs even further apart. The tongue on her sex stabbed between her hot folds, lapped at the fresh cream coating them. It flicked the small nub of flesh until Tess flung her head from side to side and rammed her hips harder to his face.
Tension mounted. Her pussy contracted.
The tongue rolled over her clit, plunged into her slit and back to her clit again.
“Oh, fuck me.”
Her cry was hoarse. Raw.
The cool hands at her knees slipped to her thighs, icy on her fevered, wanton skin. Pushed her wider. Wider. Granting his insatiable, masterful mouth complete and absolute access to her clit, sex and ass.
Tess’s fists pulled on the sheets, tore them from the mattress. Juices flooded her sex.
Lick.
“Oh…”
Flick.
“My…”
Stab.
“Fucking…”
Suck.
“God…”
Bite.
“Yes.”
Just as she knew she could take no more, that she was on the edge of the precipice ready to fall, her lover stopped. Lifted his head.
Eyes like ice stared into hers, boring into her soul.
“Tease.” she gasped.
He didn’t reply. He never did. Instead he straightened, knees still firmly planted beside hers, and wrapped one large hand around his rigid organ, stroking its bulbous head with his thumb.
Tess sucked in a breath, the squirming tension in her pussy impatient. That massive, solid cock would be soon embedded in her sex, stretching her to the very limits. Meeting his burning stare, she caught her breath as he moved closer, cock lined up with her spread folds.
She was ready.
Ready to be consumed.
To be—
The raucous laugh of a lone kookaburra shattered the night.
With a gasp, Tess sat bolt upright, heart hammering against her chest, nostrils flaring.
She stared about the room, her eyes darting from one dark corner to the next. Nothing but unpacked boxes, stacks of books and deep moon-cast shadows. Alone. She was alone.
A growl of frustration tore from her throat as she dragged her hands through her tousled hair. A dream. Just another goddamn dream.<
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Outside, the insomniac kookaburra screeched with mirth again.
Biting back a curse, Tess dropped back onto her bed. “Fuck.” Her mutter fell heavy in the silence of the night, as did her angry sigh.
Five nights. Five nights in a row of the most explosive sex of her life, only to awaken every time to discover it was just a dream. She stared up at the still unfamiliar ceiling of her bedroom, craving release.
Five nights.
She shook her head, pulse leaping into frantic flight at the tickling strokes of her hair on her neck. “This is getting ridiculous.” Jumping from the bed, she crossed to the window, gripping the sill with hands that still trembled from sexual tension.
The distant flickering lights of Kangaroo Creek dotted the blackness, like some higher being had thrown down a handful of stars on a velvet blanket.
Tess snorted. Stars on velvet; what a romantic way to describe the weird little country town. She’d only been in the Creek, as the locals so eloquently called it, for four months now but already she knew there was little romance to it. Outback Australia might look like an amazing adventure in all the tourist pamphlets, full of exotic life and breathtaking scenery, but for a girl from New York trying to find herself again, it was just plain lonely.
But isn’t that what you wanted? Isolation?
A shiver rippled up Tess’s spine and the hair at her nape stood on end. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. After the hell she’d been through—the nightmare of Chad’s obsession—the thought of letting anyone close to her again made her stomach roll and her chest ache.
She should have known he was unhinged the very first date. After only an hour in, his ice-blue eyes shining with a fervour at the time she’d found intriguing, he’d begun talking about their future. She’d thought he was joking at the time, the detailed description he gave of their future home—a small apartment overlooking Central Park, with an office for you and a personal gym for me, their future days—cuddling on the sofa as Frank Sinatra plays softly in the background, and their future nights—exploring each other’s bodies on red satin sheets. Slowly. Completely. Nothing but the feel of skin on skin, sweat on sweat—making her laugh. By the third date, that zealous enthusiasm for their “Happily Ever After” had tempered. He didn’t mention their supposed days to come, only the minutes they spent together, complaining occasionally that they weren’t enough.
