She stared at the reflection in the mirror.
Was this strange woman really her?
But, it was her.
There was a powerful sexiness about her.
Her black hair was slightly mussed and curled along her face. Her soft creamy skin exuded natural warmth, and along her plump breasts, her skin was practically flawless. Already her nipples were budded tight in eager anticipation as to what’d come next. Though the fine thin stretch marks lined her abdomen, they added a subtle finesse and amplified her blatant sexuality. Down low, the fine dark curls dusted her sex, and between her thighs, the wet, sticky moisture swathed the secret insides.
If she’d dare to touch herself there now, it’d only reveal her desperate, naked wanting.
Suddenly, his sexy timbre interrupted her tumultuous thoughts. “Don’t be afraid of that woman anymore.” In the glass mirror, his hazel green eyes bewitched her. “Set her free.”
But, could she really?
“I’m afraid,” she whispered back, wrapping her arms about her nude body, and then dropped her eyes to the floor. Both fear and need seized her troubled thoughts. Could she really embrace this wanton creature who held little regard as to what was right and wrong? Finally, she met his gaze again. “But, I don’t want to be scared anymore. Please help me to not be afraid.”
He killed her with silence.
Her breath hitched as he hauled her back against his chest. Carefully, he disengaged the tight hold that she had on herself. “Look at her, princess,” he commanded softly, grazing her nape with his hot lips, and seared the tender flesh with a kiss. As the violent tremble racked through her body, he held her closer against his chest. “Watch her come alive.”
Mesmerized, she watched in fascination as his hand trailed to her chest, and her wonder only grew as he cupped a plump breast in each hand. The intense feelings ricocheted through her body as he kneaded them with his masterful touch.
A fractured breath filled her lungs.
She fought to control it.
But, the blatant look of desire on her face obliterated any control that she had. Actually witnessing her spiral into sweet destruction was almost too much to take. The sweet whimper of need slipped past her lips. “Christopher,” she whispered breathlessly, stealing his gaze, only to see his violent hunger. It was enough to skyrocket her already fiery reaction. “Please never stop touching me.”
A frantic breath left her as his hands moved, only to tease her tightly budded nipples. While she’d originally thought it impossible, they hardened further, and greedily, she hungered for more. As he toyed with each one, pinching it between his thumb and finger, she feared that she’d perish from her dark needs.
In her desperation, she whispered his name again. “Christopher…I need you…please…”
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he whispered hoarsely and clutched her quivering body closer against his. “Just keep feeling…accept the pleasure and the pain of my touch.”
And feel she did, she breathed heavily, and visually tracked his hands’ sinful descent as they moved to her abdomen. Watching her closely in the mirror, he traced a finger along the thinly lined stretch marks, and she absorbed the pure shocks of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in turn. “I’d never tire of looking at you.”
Truthfully, she’d never felt beautiful.
Until now---
Was it the hungered look in his eyes that drove the thought? Or was it the sweet yet savage feeling of his scandalous touch that convinced her? Or perhaps, it was rather what she saw, she mulled, drugged, inhaling a sharp breath as his hands ventured lower.
She tensed in heady anticipation.
And she knew exactly what’d come next---
But, did she, she mulled, both startled and disappointed as he released her.
She watched him in the mirror.
Again, she was floored by her intense reaction.
Privately, she begged for redemption, for what was the penance for what she doing and feeling now? But, maybe, just maybe, he was her redemption within their odyssey of dark, forbidden pleasure.
And he was, she realized as he watched her.
As he began unbuttoning the white shirt, she was completely spellbound and beholden to him. With every one that he flicked free, she held her breath, and her scattered thoughts fought valiantly to bind together again.
Though she stood before him, she failed to shield his hard, masculine body from sight. In the mirror, he towered over her easily and dwarfed her form.
The very sight of them nearly destroyed her.
They were mutual offenders against themselves.
Totally and freely, they were giving in to their blinding and all-consuming lust.
When he freed the final button, she remembered to breathe again. Slowly, still watching her, he worked his shoulders before peeling the shirt off. The shirt fell to the carpeted floor in a silent heap.
And oh, he was so fine…
The hard muscles rippled in his chest, and the six-pack abs followed. All the while, he watched her closely as his hands dropped to his waist. Suddenly, he halted his movements.
Breathing hard and fast, she wet her lips, silently pleading for a continuation of her voyeuristic journey. As his hands moved to the belt buckle, she sucked in a soft breath before closing a shaky hand about her nape.
“You want me to play with you?” he asked thickly and slowly unzipped his pants. As his gaze perused over her trembling body, it was filled with naked lust. A dangerous smile seized his features as he pushed the pants from his lean hips, and allowed them to drop to the floor. “Hell, I’m going to do more than that tonight. I’m afraid, sweet princess, that you’ve literally unleashed the beast inside of me.” Now, he was bare except for the navy blue briefs, and his sex bulged against the fabric. He sucked in a ragged breath. Then, holding her eyes captive, he closed a firm hand about his hard erection. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth, and when I do, you’ll be rightfully mine.”
She gasped out loud at his dangerous warning.
But, she feared it not.
Yet, it was her own reaction she feared, as he stepped behind her. For now, she had little semblance of herself, and the only thing that mattered was her tumultuous feelings.
He snaked an arm about her waist before hauling her naked body against his. She nearly came apart at the feel of his hard erection against her bare hips.
The drugging feeling stole her senses again.
He was the only thing that was real.
She turned towards him blindingly, seeking his touch, and this time, it was she who was the aggressor as she pulled him in for a kiss.
Yet, she was hardly prepared for the onslaught of pleasure as they kissed. There was no gentleness in their pursuit now, but only pure fire and hunger. She clung to him, straining to get closer, and privately, she sensed that he had the same struggle.
He clasped the back of her head before threading his fingers in her hair, and it allowed him greater access as he kissed her harder. As he demanded further entrance, she parted her lips, and a deep moan left her as he thrust his tongue inside.
She sagged against him weakly, too crippled with her needs. Though, deep down, she knew that there was more.
“Christopher…” she whispered as their lips fell apart. Her passion-drugged gaze met his, and again, there was their profound connection. “I---I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
He framed her face between his shaky hands. “What don’t you understand, baby?”
“Why does it hurt?” she whispered, staring up at him, and slid a trembling hand down her body. Closing her eyes, she cupped her wet heat. “It hurts because I want you here.” Then, opening her eyes, she confessed a haunting truth. “And only you.”
“We are experiencing something very rare, princess, and not many souls are privy to such a precious gift. Our dangerous attraction has no sense of reasoning because of its ferocious
nature, and at any given moment, it could spiral out of control,” he whispered hauntingly, imprisoning her further with his hazel green eyes. A dangerous fire simmered within his orbs. “And real passion comes with a heavy price. It causes reckless abandon, and both pleasure and pain are shrouded within its mystery,” he said thickly, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead, and then pulled back. “There’s no sound reasoning to the powerful feelings that it elicits.” Then, grasping her shoulders, he turned her until she faced her reflection again. Again, she was stunned by the sight of the wild wanton creature that stared back at her. “This wild siren, she’s very receptive and attuned to the madness that you’ve been hiding from. I’m the fucking one that’s going to bring her out.”
She was hardly prepared as he came to stand before her. But, she had little time to think before she was in his arms again.
This time, the kiss was slow and deep.
It seemed that they were permanently leaving a definite imprint of their mouth-mating. For every stroke of his tongue against hers was an everlasting feeling, and she knew that as long as she lived, she’d never feel this way again.
That very thought spurred her on.
She dug her nails into his back before beginning her own exploration. His tanned skin was perfectly smooth, she marveled, trailing her hands along his back. Under her innocent touch, his body was firm and taut. Yet, it held little resolve against her actions, she realized as a deep shudder racked through him. Like her, he was deeply affected by their closeness.
He broke free of the kiss, and her verbal protest died as his lips met her nape. Gently, he nipped the tender flesh with his teeth, leaving a love bite, no doubt. Her senses were slaughtered further as he worked his way down her body, searing her skin with his hot kisses.
A spasm of need lanced her as he nipped her collarbone with his teeth. Then, she fell further beneath the tides as he pulled a tightly budded nipple into his mouth. “Christopher,” she moaned, holding his head against her breast as he suckled. “Please.”
His hot breath warmed her skin as he moved again, only to exalt the same pleasure on the other. She closed her eyes against the rising pleasure. But, the storm only intensified as he knelt down before her.
She couldn’t disguise her confusion while staring down at him. Yet, his intent became known as he sank his fingers into her hips and hauled her forward. As his mouth met her sex, she released a desperate gasp. The feather light kiss amidst the soft fine curls was a precursor as to what’d come.
“Yes, sweet princess,” he whispered wickedly against the tender aching flesh, and his warm breath bathed her. Gently, taking his hands, he spread her thighs further apart, only to leave her totally exposed to his hot mouth. She bit her lip to control her cry of need but failed. For already, the sticky wetness swathed her insides. “I’ve found you, and it’s exactly what I’m looking for.”
Her knees buckled as his hot mouth closed over her sex. A new desperation seared her senses as his tongue swept inside her, and she fought to stay grounded in reality.
But, that very reality was shattered as his tongue swept a wicked path along the thin slit. She sobbed out in pleasure at his blatant assault.
His hold on her tightened, and it only drove the fury between them more. Their hungered sounds fed the airwaves in the room. His guttural grunts met her frantic breathing, and the scent of their sexual escapade filled the space.
Suddenly, releasing a violent curse, he pulled away from her wet heat before looking up at her. The fiery desire in his eyes mirrored hers. “Damn you,” he growled softly, and his hard body quaked against hers. “I have no doubt that you’re both my heaven and hell. But, you’re going to burn in the fiery pits with me.”
A startled gasp left her as he maneuvered her. Just how he managed this new sexual position so effortlessly and quickly was a marvel, she thought dazed. Now, he lay flat on his back against the floor while she straddled him. With a shaky hand, she grasped her nape again. But the smell of their sex play was doing the most pleasing and damaging thing to her. It clouded her mind, forced her to embrace the new reality of her dark cravings
But, this feeling, she breathed.
This feeling of being so exposed---so exposed that her wetness bathed his chest and seethed on his skin---it was the most thrilling thing yet.
Falling silent, breathing unsteadily, she watched him. But, undoubtedly, he was intent upon causing her ultimate destruction. For now, the fiery warning in his hazel green eyes was more vivid than before.
“Come closer,” he whispered sexily, and his stormy gaze haunted her. “Keep moving until I tell you stop.”
She bit her lip, and fought to breach past her sexual confusion. “W-what do you mean? I—I don’t understand.”
“Slide your pretty ass up to my face, and I’ll show you exactly what in the hell I mean.” The primal look in his eyes should have frightened her, but it didn’t. Instead, it thrilled that secret part of her that she’d denied existed for so long. Still, though, she hesitated for a brief moment, and he sensed it easily. “No, you’re not going to hide from me now, princess, not since we’ve made it this far.”
And she wanted him to exert control, she realized, taking in a sweet gasp as he grasped her waist. Carefully and gently, he tugged her forward, all the while giving her quiet instructions as he did so.
Once more, she looked in the mirror.
A daring image stared back at her.
She trembled with shock, blind need, and acceptance. The sight before her was a wicked one, a damning one—the kind that’d sear her soul irrevocably forever.
A wild, passionate, and abandoned look seized her features at this new wicked straddling position. Her thighs were spread far apart with his dark head nestled between them.
And his hot mouth---
A ragged sob left her.
She fought to find her breath.
It was positioned right there, just beneath her wet heat. Now, there was no denying the inevitable. In every sense of the word, she was about to become his in the most intimate sense.
The very idea shattered her apart.
A rush of sensation burst through her as his hot breath bathed her sex, and it was so potently erotic that she feared that she’d come.
Against her own volition, a desperate plea slipped past her parched lungs as his fingers sank into her butt cheeks. The faint cry finally broke past the boughs of her restraint, and finally, she embraced the crippling pleasure. “Christopher…”
“Yes, say my fucking name,” he growled roughly, and his breathing was as erratic as hers. His firm grip tightened as he shuddered beneath her. Once more, his hot breath seared the very core of her. “Because I’m about to own you.”
As his mouth closed on her sex, she released the earth-shattering scream. But, it did little to hinder his dangerous, pleasing assault upon her body. With his tongue, he elicited a dark magic. Perhaps he was her voodoo lover, she sobbed in pleasure, throwing her head back. Then, tangling her hands in her thick tresses, she arched her back before writhing in need above him.
Panting wild and fast, she closed her eyes against the pleasurable pain. But, as he tongued the thin slit, ate away at the tiny nub nestled within, he pulled her further under his wicked spell.
He tightened his hold, drawing her even dangerously closer, and his fiery touch scorched her insides.
She thrust her hips forward, bringing her sex directly in contact with his hot mouth. Like a hungered and crazed animal, he fed. Biting her lips, she fought to control the broken sobs of pleasure. As the keen and erotic sensations ricocheted through her system, she forced her eyes open and confronted the wild siren that faced her in the mirror.
Reckless, wild, and wanton, she defied the laws of reason and correctness, slaughtering the very walls of pure virtue.
A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her creamy skin, and the explosive desire leapt like flames in her eyes. Eagerly, she embraced the impending destruction of her very being.
And her voodoo lover---the sight of him was maddening. For now, while he pleasured her, he pleasured himself. His guttural grunts were perfectly synchronized with his movements, and her desperate moans mingled with his in the space. As the visual pleasure became too great, she could bear the sight no longer. She closed her eyes tight again, allowing the sensual madness to sweep her under.
She fought to find sanity.
The delirium came instead.
In a blinding rush, the mind-blowing orgasm revealed its presence. She sobbed his name as the pleasure stole her, and a deep spasm seized her body before she stiffened in response. The violent release rocked her to the very core, and it was her last coherent thought as she became his.
Hours later, at exactly 4:11 am, he killed the car engine after stopping on the mountain clearing. Though the area was exceedingly quiet, the troubled thoughts roared through his mind like a ferocious beast and destroyed the silence.
Sighing in resignation, he rested his arms against the steering wheel. Usually, the sight of the arriving dawn settled him, he mulled, staring at the overcast sky.
But, not now---
Only one woman was responsible for this discord.
Hayven.
A shocking realization had hurtled through him after she’d departed. It’d been so profound that he’d needed to escape. So, in a hurried rush, he’d shucked on the badly wrinkled shirt and trousers before bolting from the club like a caged-up wild man.
But, as hard and fast as he drove, he couldn’t escape the memory of them.
Suddenly, the safe confines of the car became too suffocating. Yet, the mental suffocation was all her doing, he thought, distressed, and stared at the lightening heavens. Silently and fervently, he prayed for some kind of grace to fall upon him.
He closed his eyes tight.
Though he was miles apart from her, he could still see, smell, and taste her. She was quickly and easily becoming a permanent fixture in his mind.
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