Hidden Passions, Vol 2

by Stephanie Burke

  “You belong to me,” he again murmured as he took a step closer. I could smell his masculine heat, feel his hardness as his skin barely touched mine. I swear I could taste his desire.

  With one tender hand, he reached out and touched the damp material of my shirt.

  “This is not needed,” he said softly, and in one swift move, he ripped the shirt right off of my body.

  “My shirt,” I cried as its tatters fell to the floor at my feet, but a low rumbling growl coming from deep within his chest stopped me. His green eyes glinted dangerously.

  “Not yours–-his. His smell was upon you, driving me mad.”

  “His?”

  “The man who had you before,” he exclaimed as he examined my breasts, which were heaving with my shock and a curious thrill of excitement.

  “You are sticky,” he purred as he ran a finger across one quivering breast, touching my birthmark.

  “Here is my mark, the thing that makes you mine.” He traced the little brown paw print that I assumed I was born with. “I put this on you the first day I saw you. From the beginning of your life, I knew that you were mine.”

  I quivered under his touch. “I am yours?” I asked in a hush voice. I didn’t know why I was surrendering myself, my free will, to this…man, but there I was, standing naked before him, powerless.

  “We will now consummate our union,” he whispered into my ear, circling around behind me, running that testing finger across my shoulders and down my arms. “I have waited for such a long time.”

  Without warning, I was lifted, carried, and turned to face the window, palms resting on the seat. I looked over my shoulder, a curious excitement filling me. Was this the man I had been waiting for? Was every relationship I’d had in the past so unsatisfactory because of want of this man, this creature who now stood behind me and stroked my spine?

  “Delicate, my mate. You are so delicate and fragile in my arms.”

  His exploring hands drifted down my back, caressing every muscle and sinew. Goosebumps ran down my spine and I shuddered at his sensuous touch. The gentle raking of his nails was unexpected, yet caused a delicious fear to fill my being. Instead of fighting for my freedom and demanding release, I was submitting myself to his commands. It just felt…right.

  I felt the naked brush of his body against mine a second before his hands tangled in my hair and pulled my head back.

  “You are still incomplete, my mate. You have not been fulfilled.”

  “What?” What did he mean by his words? “I have been fulfilled.”

  “Not truly, my mate. There is a part of you that always held itself back for the want of me. There is no longer a reason for you to hide yourself away.”

  Before I could answer him, he released my hair and began to drop little baby kisses along my back. I shuddered at the sensation. It was almost as if my body was awakening for the first time.

  “What are you doing to me?” I asked and was answered with a purring sigh as he nuzzled my lower back.

  “I am awakening your senses, my mate–-rousing your nerves.”

  I puzzled at this for a moment, then asked, “Why?”

  “To brand you as mine. Your body recognizes me, now your mind will also.”

  Kneeling behind me, he ran his nails down my thighs and calves, leaving trails of fire in his wake. I trembled in his embrace.

  “What do I call you?” I moaned. He was bringing me joy with his touch and I didn’t even know his name.

  “Yours,” he cried before he turned me around and braced me with his steady hands.

  On his knees before me, he wrapped both arms around my waist and buried his face in my stomach, inhaling my scent and purring in satisfaction.

  Uncertain what to do with my hands, I tentatively placed one on his satiny smooth shoulder, and the other one on his silky head.

  He purred again and lifted into my touch. Amazed, I ran my fingers through his hair and watched as tears of pleasure filled his green eyes,

  “Your touch, my mate, fills me with joy and desire.”

  I sighed, content that he found pleasure with my small advances. I was actually beginning to think of this man as mine, strange as it seemed. My heart cried out for him almost painfully, and my body began to weep for his touch.

  “Can you feel yourself readying for my possession?”

  Whoa. That was a bit personal. I could in truth feel my body begin to swell as my nipples hardened, but I wouldn’t tell him that. That was just a little too much information for me to allow him. Besides, I couldn’t get the words out.

  “I can feel the blood rushing to my cock for the want of you, my mate. It is a most pleasurable experience.”

  I could only gape at him. I had never met a more hedonistic creature in my life. And the things he said. I looked down and swallowed my shock. Sure enough, his once sleeping masculinity slowly rose and thickened as I watched. It almost reached the shallow indentation of his navel and sent a delicious quiver of fear running throughout my body.

  “Can you not feel your feminine walls begin to cry tears for the hard thrust of my body?” His eyes glowed softly as he took in my reaction. “I can smell your feminine musk, my mate. You cannot hide your reactions from me.”

  I sucked in a deep breath and pulled away. I was giving too much away with my very presence.

  “Has no one taught you to revel in your female body, my mate?” He looked concerned as he rose to his feet and followed me. “Are the men of your world so uneducated, so unsophisticated?”

  “Don’t,” I cried out, placing one hand on his chest to hold him back, my mind confused and my body aching for what it had been given a small taste of.

  “Do your emotions frighten you, my mate?” He took a step closer. He was so close, I could smell his musky scent, see his unusual slanted pupils, and breathe in his fresh sweet breath.

  “You confuse me,” I whispered, even as I longed to throw myself into his arms.

  “Give me your tongue.” He moved closer, so close, and bent down until his very breath coated my lips and made me long to devour his mouth. “I want to taste it.”

  His own rough tongue gently traced my upper lip and then the seam I held tightly closed against his invasion. When he pressed his tongue down firmly on my bottom lip, I gave in to temptation and thrust my tongue out to meet his.

  It was like being struck by lightning. I moaned as he began to play with my tongue, to suckle, lick, and pull at it. My arms, of their own accord, reached around him and tried to pull him even closer. I wanted more of him, more of his flavor, more of his caresses. His strange kiss felt odd to me, but I began to enjoy it.

  “When we have time, my mate,” he whispered, withdrawing his playful tongue from my mouth and lapping at my lips, my chin, my neck, “I will give you a true tongue bath where I will taste every inch of your delectable body from head to foot.”

  I shuddered, excited beyond belief, my breath heaving and my breasts swelling. I realized I wanted his tongue on me. I wanted to feel it touching my deepest secrets and giving me a pleasure only imagined in my deepest fantasies.

  “For now, I will open your senses to every possibility,” he murmured, pulling his head back.

  “How?” I asked, wanting him to take control and lead me into this delight he had hinted at. “Show me.”

  “You smell like hot sex and warm earth,” he whispered in my ear as he nuzzled at the flesh of my neck. “I can smell your desire for me, my mate.”

  I blushed and he chucked a little at my reaction.

  “I can smell your scents mingling with mine, and together, we smell of lust and passion. Can you not smell it?”

  I buried my face in his chest, delighting at the feel of his damp hair and roughened skin. Then, as if by magic, I could smell his earthy masculine scent. He smelled of heat and sensuality–-heady spices for burgeoning senses.

  “You smell perfect for me,” I whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes and rubbing against him like a cat in heat.r />
  “We start with insertion, my mate. You need to know the feel of me, to erase the memory of those who came before me.”

  His long hard fingers tested the readiness of my body with a long stroking caress before thrusting deeply within. That brought a mewling cry to my lips as fire ran through my body! His palm cupped and pressed against my clit, stimulating it as he caressed my insides with his fingers, searching out that hidden spot within me that made sparks dance before my eyes. Did that sound come from my throat? I had never been moved to make a sound like that before. His talented fingers drew out the wanton in me.

  “Know me,” he whispered as he braced his legs and easily lifted and eased me down on his hard steely length.

  “Too much,” I gasped as I felt the whole of him against the entrance to my body. I felt the large head of his penis nestled against me and I became a little fearful. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep my balance and marveled at his strength.

  “Your body knows me, my mate. Give it a chance to remember.”

  He soothed me as he let me drop a few inches and my creamy feminine lips began to part for his entrance.

  I was amazed at his technique. With my previous lover, there had always been hours of foreplay before we reached this stage. He was taking things in reverse and it made me curious to know what else he would do.

  I moaned as my honeyed walls slowly began to adjust to his invasion, the moisture of my desire making it easy for him to slide his thick cock deeper into my body. I had never felt this way before—passionate, but still aware of my surroundings. I was not lost in the overwhelming mist of desire and hunger that usually took over my body. I could feel each individual part of my anatomy begin to respond.

  I whimpered as he lowered me more and my aroused nipples brushed against the firm wall of his chest. I found myself panting, trying to engulf his whole length and rub against his hard body at the same time. I had never felt so full, never been so aware of my inner muscles stretching to accommodate a masculine invasion. I had never before felt another’s presence so deeply within me.

  “Now we truly begin, my mate,” he whispered as he grasped my legs to wrap them tighter around his small waist.

  I groaned as I felt him slide deeper, but then I turned my passion-hazed eyes to him, wanting to know what to do to please us both. My arms clung tightly to his shoulders and I felt his damp skin, smooth to my touch, quiver with excitement. His skin was starting to heat up and I longed for the hard burning press of it.

  “Observe,” he spoke in his low dark tone. “Again, the touch.”

  I jumped as I felt him gently rake his nails down my back. I arched uncontrollably against him, my nipples digging into his chest as I relished the feel of him.

  “Does this excite you, my mate?” he asked, repeating his gesture to my writhing approval.

  “Yes,” I whispered, gripping his shoulders tighter for balance and leverage. I wanted him deeper. I cried out softly as I felt my inner walls clench with dizzying pleasure around his stiff hardness.

  “Then show me,” he demanded. “Bless me with your touch, my mate, and I will take you higher on our exploration of the senses.”

  Trembling with excitement, I smiled as I felt him raise his arms up to support my back. I ran my hands down the satiny skin of his shoulders, leaving goosebumps in my wake, and down his firm back, only to retrace my motions with the very tips of my fingernails.

  “Mmm, yes, precious, just like that,” he growled in my ear, and I shuddered at the sensations he created within me. I could actually feel his cock harden and lengthen further within my body.

  Eager to wring more cries of lust from him, I ran my nails in tiny circles around his sensitized flesh. He showed his approval by settling me deeper onto his still growing manhood, and then there was not even an inch separating us. We truly felt as one.

  “I have waited my whole life for you,” he whispered as he grasped handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his love bites and kisses.

  “Oh,” I cried out as he lowered his head and began to lick and tease my pressure points with his tongue, turning them into dangerously sensitive erotic zones.

  “Your taste is ambrosia to my tongue, my mate. I wonder how you taste there where you are now hugging me so tightly?”

  I tried to move. I had to do something. The pressure building in my feminine core increased, causing my liquid essence to dampen the curls protecting both of our inner secrets.

  “Please,” I panted as his hands left my hair to grasp my bottom and hold me immobile. “You are driving me crazy.”

  “I am giving you what you lacked before,” he countered. He stood up straighter, pulling me higher, sliding himself deeper inside of me.

  I clutched at his damp skin for balance and relished each sliding step he took. He walked around the room with me clinging to him. His every movement sent him sliding across my swollen clitoris, sending stabbing shafts of pleasure through my system. I rocked my body, attempting to ride the shaft of his magnificence, but he held me still for this exciting stroll.

  I almost cried out in disappointment when he reached my bed. He eased me down onto the cool sheets and raised himself over me, pushing his lower body tight against me, keeping himself locked into place. He slid me to the edge of the bed and his feet braced themselves against the floor as he reared up above me.

  With another of those quick catlike movements, he slipped out of me and replaced his throbbing manhood with his hungry mouth.

  “Oh…my…God,” I cried as his tongue circled my throbbing clitoris and stabbed at my feminine lips. I clutched handfuls of his hair and rubbed the silky mass over my aching nipples, loving the sleek feel of it.

  “Yes,” he purred. I could sense him loving the fact that I was using every part of him for my pleasure. He buried his tongue into my womanhood and his facile tongue began to vibrate.

  “Ohhhhh,” I wailed as I began to experience waves of excitement that no man had ever brought me to before. I clutched at his shoulders, forcing his face deeper into my essence and reveling in the feeling of control it gave me.

  He reached up higher, took my burning pleasure pearl into his mouth, and began to gently draw on it, causing me to arch up against his mouth in total abandon.

  I cried out in anguished disappointment when he finally pulled away from my sopping tender flesh and reinserted his fully aroused manhood back within me, making me squirm at the extra sensitivity. He smiled as he looked down at me, his face shiny with the dew of my desire.

  “I have tasted you, my mate, and found you pleasing. I have smelled you and long for more of your hot scent. I have felt your skin–-the hot wet flesh of your sheath, how it tightens perfectly around me. Now I will hear you sing for me.”

  My eyes widened as his meaning began to take shape. He would take me to the highest peaks of rapture and he wanted me to surrender my freedom at his hands.

  He smiled as he placed one finger against my lips. “Open and suckle me as if it were my very manhood you wished to devour.”

  Shocked at his bold words, I opened my mouth and let him slowly slide his finger between my lips. Gently I circled his invading finger with my tongue, my blood racing, enjoying the salty taste. With sharp teeth, I nipped at his fingertip before I began to apply a strong suction. I moaned my pleasure loudly.

  His green eyes bored into mine as his face went slack, and he purred so softly, I almost missed it in my rising excitement.

  Gently he withdrew his finger, glistening with my saliva, and ran it straight down the center of my body. “Watch me, my mate,” he growled, and I watched as his glistening finger moved closer and closer to the nubbin of flesh that brought me to such heights.

  Eyes locked onto his slow-moving finger, I gasped as the pad slowly circled my clit, massaging and drawing moans and cries from me.

  “Oh God,” I cried out, trying to make him move within me, to thrust deeper and take me wildly, but he resisted.

 
; “Yes, my mate,” he purred. “Sing more for me.” He gently pinched my clit and the small pleasure-pain overwhelmed me.

  Suddenly, my body was clenching around his. I felt the room spin, then go still, and I could hear, smell, taste the very essence of him and myself. Our mingled scents swirled around in my head as my body began a rhythmic convulsion around him.

  “Oh… Oh, you…“ I screamed, not knowing what I was saying but overwhelmed by him, nevertheless.

  He chuckled above me, closed his eyes and appeared to savor my body’s each and every reaction.

  “Not enough, my mate,” he whispered. “Not nearly enough.”

  Then he began to move.

  “Oh,” I cried out. “Oh.”

  My head whipped uncontrollably on the bed and my back arched up towards him. Bending low, he latched onto one of my nipples and began to pull so hard I feared he would devour me.

  He slowly pulled out of me and I thought for a moment that my body would refuse to let him go, so tight was he lodged inside of me. But I began to feel each and every bump and ridge of his magnificent member sliding out. I cried and gripped his shoulders when I feared he would leave me, but he withdrew only to the point where the massive head of his cock lay inside me. Looking down, he said one word, “Watch.”

  He directed my head down and before my amazed eyes, I saw him pulling slowly out of me, to his large purple head, then gradually, inch by inch, push back in. I watched, spellbound and was catapulted to another level as he invaded my very being. Then his voice echoed throughout the room. He closed his eyes and commanded me, “Sing.”

  “Ohhhh.” I sang out when, with one mighty thrust, he slammed himself home. White lightning shot through my now violently arching body, and I burned.

  Whimpering and totally out of control, my hands gripped his head, tearing at his hair, and raked his back with my nails.

  “Yes, precious one, yes,” he groaned. I watched his face contort with pleasure and pain. He lowered his body over mine. I felt every brush as my diamond-hard nipples raked his chest.

  He pulled out and slammed himself fully inside me again. I began to babble as my brain was lost in a daze and my body began to twitch. Uncontrollably, I sank my teeth into his shoulder and he cried out against my neck, “Yes, bite me, scratch me, use me. I am yours, made for your pleasure.”