by Dena Christy
He sat quietly beside her for several moments and she thought that perhaps what she’d said hadn’t gotten through to him. “Thank you for telling me all this. I feel honored that you would trust me with your secrets. But all that doesn’t explain why there was fear in your eyes after I kissed you.”
Cynric was observant. She still hadn’t addressed what had sent her running from the kitchen when Ryce had walked in. There was an earnestness in his eyes and she could see that it would bother him until she told him the exact nature of what had sent her fleeing from him.
“I told you about Adam, and there has been no other man in my life since him. I’ve surrounded myself with women and suppressed that sexual part of myself. It hasn’t been an issue until now. You make me feel desire, and the intensity of it frightens me. It’s not you that scares me. It’s what you stir inside me.” There. The words were out in the open. She bit her lip as she looked up at him to see his reaction. An intensity came into his eyes at her words and the desire she’d set aside while they talked came back to her. It was a desire that was answered by the light in his eyes.
“Do you want me to go? Say the word, and I will walk out of this bedroom and never trouble you again. But before you do that, know that I feel it to. From the moment I saw you in the parking lot of the compound on the night of my rescue I have wanted you. I want to hold you naked in my arms, I want to join my body with yours and bring you all the pleasure that I’m capable of giving you. But pleasure is all I can give you. I have nothing else to offer you and I’m not in a position to make any promises to you. Is pleasure enough or do you want me to leave?”
She didn't want promises of a future together. She’d been given those once, long ago, and the devastation of having that promise broken had nearly ended her. She wanted Cynric, she wanted to worship him with her body, but she didn’t want a promise of a tomorrow together. She never wanted a man to promise her that again. But she’d take what he was offering, which was the pleasure of his body.
“I want you to stay.”
Chapter Nine
For a moment Cynric thought he’d misheard her. She couldn’t be asking him to stay, could she? He had no future to offer her. Now, he had no home; he had no guarantee that he would get himself and the others off this planet. He was offering nothing but the pleasure his body could give her. Was that enough for her?
“I didn’t hear you correctly. You understand that I can’t promise you anything. I am only offering my body to you because I can’t give you anything else.” Surely she misunderstood what he was saying. He wasn’t offering love because he didn’t know if he had it in him to give that to her. He wasn’t offering her a future because he wasn’t sure he had one. All he could give her was tonight because there was no guarantee that the military would not catch up with him tomorrow.
She gave a little laugh as she got up off the bed. Here it was. She was going to tell him that he’d heard wrong, that she wanted him to get out and to never trouble her with his desire for her again. Shock went through him when she came to stand in front of him and lifted her cotton shirt up over her head. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her cotton bottoms and slid them over her hips and down her legs to puddle around her feet. His mouth went dry as the sight of her standing nude in front of him. Her skin was pale in the dim light of the bedroom, and he saw the fullness of her breast, with her nipples peaking as if reaching for him. His eyes traveled down the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips, and between her thighs were tight dark curls hid the most intimate part of her.
“You heard what I said. I don't want you to go.” She held her hand out to him and he took it. With a gentle tug she pulled him to his feet. There was a trust in her eyes that humbled him. Her fingers went to the waistband of the trousers, and she undid the button. The zipper soon followed, and she shoved them away, down his legs until he stood as naked before her as she did before him. He reached his hand out, testing the weight of her heavy breast. Her head drifted back as she tipped it back and he reached up to hold a breast in each hand. He molded her flesh as he erection stood at attention, pointing at what it wanted most.
She took a step closer to him and slid her arms around his neck. She pressed her warm naked flesh against his, and he put his arms around her, holding her close, loving the way her skin felt against his. He held on to her as if she was the only anchor of stability in the chaotic world he found himself in. She’d done so much for him, he was standing here alive before her because of the sacrifices she’d made. He wanted nothing more than to show her how much that meant to him.
“Let’s finish what we started in the kitchen.” She pulled his head down, and he needed no further encouragement. He had wanted her from the moment that he’d first laid eyes on her and in every moment since. She was offering herself to him, and he would take it and offer himself to her in return.
He brought his head down, and any intention he had of kissing her softly, gently, was shoved aside as she drove her fingers in his hair and kissed him with a passion that blew him away. She was on fire in his arms, and it was a fire that called to the primitive male part of him. He wanted to brand her, to mark her as his. He wanted to love her so thoroughly that there was no chance that another man could touch the memory of his touch and his body.
He invaded her mouth with his tongue as he took over the kiss. His hands drifted down her bare back as he deepened his kiss, and he cupped the firm round flesh of her ass, squeezing it. She pressed her hips against his cock, and ground against him. A low growl ripped from his chest as he rubbed his cock against her.
She pulled back from him, her hands clenched in his hair. There was a fierceness to the look on her face when she looked at him, and it sent a driving beat of desire through him. He put his hands up to her waist, gripped and turned in a fluid motion, lifting her up off the floor. Her face was level with his and she moved her head so her lips were level with his ear.
“I want you Cynric. Show me how much you want me too.” She took his earlobe between her teeth and bit down. An arrow of pleasure darted straight down to his groin, and when she removed her teeth from his earlobe, he tossed her lightly upon the bed.
As she bounced against it, the light of excitement in her eyes burned brighter. She lay back, her legs wide open, and he knew that she wanted him to thrust inside the glistening folds he saw there. He was going to make her wait, he would draw out her pleasure until she was pleading with him to pound inside her. It would take all of his considerable control, but he would do it. He wanted to explore and taste every inch of her, and he wanted to make tonight last longer than a few minutes.
He came down on top of her on the bed, encircling her wrists with his hands and pushing them down on the pillow on either side of her head. He moved his head forward and took her lips with his. He kissed her with a thoroughness that left her body wriggling beneath his. She rubbed her wet pussy against his aching cock, and his breath hissed in through his teeth as he pulled away from her.
“Don’t tempt me into fucking you yet. I want to take my time.” His voice came out in a growl and he moved down to kiss her again. She dodged her head to the side as she rubbed against him again.
“I’m too close. I don’t want to wait.” There was a truth to her words if the wetness seeping from her center was any indication. He drew back a little from her and knelt between her legs. He pushed them wider so he could see all of her, and he tested her with his fingers. She was soaking and her hips jerked when he flicked his finger against her clit. She was more than ready for him, but he wanted her beyond the point of being ready.
He moved back a little and brought his face down between her thighs. He longed to taste her, and to bring her to orgasm with his mouth. He dragged his tongue over her clit, and she shuddered. She tasted so sweet that he couldn’t get enough of her, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he devoured her. He made love to her with his mouth until he heard every ounce of pleasure being rung from her shaking body.
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sp; “Cynric, I can’t take any more. Please. I need you inside me.” She grabbed his head and tugged. If he was honest with himself, he couldn’t be parted from her any longer. His body demanded that he become one with her.
He moved up so that his cock was at the entrance of her body. Conscious of what she’d told him of her years of celibacy, he slowly pushed his cock against her slick flesh. She was so tight around him that he wanted to slam into her, but he held himself back so that only the tip rested inside her. He only wanted to bring her pleasure, not pain, so his invasion of her flesh was slow. Inch by inch he eased inside her, and when her eyes widened, he stopped until he was certain she was growing accustomed to his girth. Her flesh squeezed around him like a tight fist and he pushed himself the rest of the way inside her.
He held himself still and set about bringing her back to where she’d been when he’d had his mouth on her most secret flesh. He kissed her, slowly and softly while he held himself still inside her. He moved his lips across her cheek and kissed the flesh of her neck. Once he got to her ear, he spoke softly to her.
“You are so beautiful. You feel so good. Thank you for giving yourself to me.” He pulled back to look in her eyes, and he could see a sheen there as if she was moved by his words.
“Make love to me Cynric.” She slid her legs up the side of his thighs and wrapped them around him in an embraced as she rocked her hips against him. He could do nothing except obey her command to love her completely.
He pulled back until only his head was inside her and he thrust back in. Her flesh was so slick, and it gripped him so tightly that it was a fight to keep his pace slow. Every stroke was an agony of pleasure, and a deep growl rumbled out of his chest when he heard her breathy moans in his ear. Her arms went around him and she hung on to him tightly as she moved with him. He couldn’t keep the slow pace for long, and as he braced himself up on his arms, he drew back and slammed into her, harder than he had before. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with each thrust of his body, as his movements grew harder, faster and more demanding.
“Cynric.” His name on her lips, said with such pleasure, opened the floodgates inside him and he could no longer hold himself back. He withdrew completely, and when she looked at him in surprise, he flipped her over and brought her up on her knees. He thrust back inside her, going deeper than he had before, and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep the orgasm his body was screaming for at bay.
He reached between her legs and stroked her clit as he pounded in and out of her. Her body tightened and coiled around him, squeezing tighter and tighter until the muffled sound of her scream of pleasure sounded against the pillow she’d buried her face in.
He need not hold back any longer as her body squeezed and milked him with her orgasm. He could feel his body changing with the loss of his control and was glad that she was facing away from him. He didn’t want to frighten her with his true form, but he no longer had the control to hide it. His hips thrust forward and back, moving faster and faster until his orgasm slammed through him with a shuddering intensity that he’d never felt before. He threw his head back with a growl of primal pleasure as his seed poured from his body and into hers. Over and over his body pumped the essence of his pleasure inside her until he felt wrung of every ounce.
He eased his body over to his side, taking her with him. He was still buried deep inside her and was reluctant to break the bond they were in at this moment. He buried his face in the back of her neck and he held her to him. She snuggled against him, and slowly his breathing calmed and his heartbeat returned to normal. He didn’t know what they were going to face tomorrow, but he was going to spend the night holding her close and savoring every moment with her in his arms.
Evie stirred and stretched in bed, and her body brushed against a hard male body behind her. She froze for a moment until the memories of the night before came flooding back to her. She’d had sex with Cynric last night and it had surpassed even her fantasies. His lips brushed a soft kiss to the back of her neck as he put his arm around her waist and snuggled her close to him.
“Good morning.” His voice rumbled behind her and it held a husky note of someone just waking up.
“Good morning.” She wiggled her hips back against him, and his cock grew hard where it was pressed against her ass. She wanted him again, and a quick glance at the window told her that the full light of morning had not yet come. They had some time to enjoy each other before they had to be up to face the day. She rolled over and shifted until she was flush against him. “I want you again.”
He rolled her over onto her back, settled between her legs and kissed her with soft languidness that had been absent in the passionate explosion of last night. He seemed in no hurry to join himself with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him back, loving the weight of his body against her. Hiding away in her compound for years may have made her heart safe, but her body had missed the pleasure that came from being intimate with someone. One taste of the pleasure Cynric made her body sing with was not enough, and she could feel her desire for him rising inside her.
He flexed his hips, rubbing the length of his hardened shaft against her clit and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure he gave her. She widened the distance between her thighs and tilted her hips, reaching down to put him at the entrance of her body. He moved his hips again, and he slid into her slick flesh, producing such a feeling of fullness that she moaned and her eyes closed tight.
“Do you like that?” He withdrew and pushed in only a fraction this time. He used the head of his cock to teased her, and he eased up on one arm so he could use the thumb of his other hand to flick against her clit. He gave another shallow pump and laughed softly when her eyes flared as she growled at him.
“I’d like it more if you’d stop teasing me.” She brought her hands down to cup the full hard cheeks of his ass and pulled on him until he was fully embedded inside her. The teasing smile fell off his face as it was replaced with a look of intensity that would have frightened her if she hadn’t already known the pleasure he could give her.
“Do you want more of that?” His voice came out in a fierce demanding growl that spoke to the deepest, most feminine part of her.
“Yes.” She clung to him as he withdrew and thrust fully into her, burying himself so deep inside her that she no longer knew where she ended and he began.
They made love in the early hours of the morning, each reveling in the world of pleasure they’d built around themselves. Soon the tide of ecstasy grew too strong to hold back, and a cry was wrung from her as her orgasm shuddered through her entire body. He gave an answering cry as he gave himself up to his own pleasure and she clung to him as they rode out the storm they’d created together.
He collapsed on top of her, and she held him close, loving the heavy weight of his body pressing her down into the mattress. Their breathing slowed as their pleasure retreated, and their heartbeats, pounding in unison slowed to a normal pace.
He rolled over onto his side, taking her with him, pulling her close and holding on to her as if he wasn’t ready to let her go. She could hear the sounds of life coming from other parts of the house, and reality intruded. As much as she wished that it was only the two of them together, and that they could spend the day making love, the urgency of their situation came flooding back.
They wouldn’t be safe here for long, and they needed to make their way back to his ship. The ship that would take him away from this planet and out of her life.
She pushed aside the sadness that wanted to negate the mellow contentment her orgasm had given her, and she stirred against him.
“I suppose I should go back to my room.” It didn’t sound like he wanted to go anywhere, and while she wanted nothing more than to spend the day alone with him, she knew it wasn’t wise. The military could be nipping at their heels at this moment, and more than anything she wanted him to be safe.
“Yes, I guess it would be best if you did.” She rolled away from him and sat at t
he edge of the bed. She missed his body against her already, and she frowned for a second. She needed to be careful, it wouldn't take too much to grow attached to him. He’d warned her last night that he could offer her nothing but the pleasure he’d given her in the night and this morning. She needed to heed that warning before she got herself in too deep with him and set herself up for a painful reckoning.
The bed creaked behind her and his hand stroked down her back. “No regrets?”
She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were mellow and soft, but there was an edge of concern there. She smiled at him.
“No regrets.” He’d been honest with her last night, and she’d gone into the situation with her eyes open. She could not regret sharing her body with him, and the memory of this time with him would comfort her in the long nights to come once he’d made it home. “Do you have any regrets?”
He sat up, cupped his hand on her cheek, and pressed a soft lingering kiss on her mouth. Her lips clung to his as she tried to drag out this moment and make it last just a little longer. He eased back from her and got up off the bed, picking his pants up off the floor. He pulled them up over his flanks and turned to her as he did them up. There was a sadness there that she hadn’t expected to see.