Lilith Enraptured (Divinity Warriors 1)

by Pillow Michelle M.

  Almost afraid to look, she slowly turned to face the room. Her eyes went to the doorway. He wasn’t there. Her heart quickened and she fought to control the breathiness in her tone. “Lord Sorin?”

  He didn’t answer, but movement caught her attention and she turned to the tub. Sorin sat in the dark blue of the water, his arms stretched to the side. His wet hair slicked back from his face, revealing the stark lines of his features. She bit her lip and pressed her legs tightly together. Firelight danced over his flesh, molding to each and every dip and curve. A black tattoo wound his upper arm, the lines bold and confident just like the man.

  Lilith shivered. She hadn’t fantasized about him in there, but it was possible he wasn’t real. Right?

  “Leave me,” Sorin closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

  Wrong.

  Lilith tried to make her legs move, but they kept her rooted to the floor. Curiosity urged her forward, to try to see beneath the water’s surface. The brawny muscles of his chest and neck called to her hands. In her current situation it had been hard not to think of his naked body over hers. Those images came back to her now and a deep longing filled her. She parted her lips, almost feeling the wet glide of flesh against them as she imagined kissing his neck.

  He’s a stranger, her logical mind argued.

  He doesn’t feel like a stranger, her treacherous body replied.

  Lilith tried to think of something to say to break the silence and slow her departure. “I’m not a witch.”

  His head lifted and he arched a brow.

  “Apparently the people in town are under the impression I’m a witch and wish to drown or burn me to find out for sure. I can assure you, I’m not a witch.” She dared a few steps closer, her eyes glancing down into the water. The darkness kept him from view. Not really paying attention to her words, she continued, “Not that there is anything wrong with witches. I’ve met some very nice ones on other planes. Then again, I’ve met some bad ones. Anyway, I’m not one.”

  He didn’t move.

  Lilith took another step forward. “So I guess what I’m saying is I’d like to know if you have a library I can look at. A records room? Scroll lock? Database?”

  Still nothing. No response beyond the aggravatingly straightforward look.

  “I’d like to read over your laws to know what my options are.” Lilith was about to go closer when his words stopped her.

  “Your option is to let me protect you,” he stated. “As your husband, it is my duty.”

  She flinched. There’s that husband word again.

  “That’s kind of you to offer, but I’d still like to read—”

  “Please, drop the deceptions. You wish to find a way out of our joining. There is no way out, save death.” Again he closed his eyes, looking very weary as he sighed. “Perhaps you will become lucky and I will perish in battle.”

  “Don’t say that,” she snapped. Lilith leaned against the opened bathroom wall and it moved under her weight, making her pull instantly back. “I never wished you dead. I have never wanted anyone dead. Well, there was this boy, Billy Holliday, who sat behind me in grammar school and used to flick eraser bits at me, but… Is it true you cut off four guys’ heads because of me?”

  “Did you send the Caniba spies into the Hanging Forest?”

  “No.”

  “Then it was not because of you,” he answered reasonably.

  Somehow, without her realizing it, she’d come to stand beside the tub. The bathroom seemed small with both of them in it. Heat radiated from the water, contrasting the cooler air flow from a window. Lilith still hadn’t figured out how to open and close the window slits. “Is your bad mood with the men because of me?”

  His eyes opened and he surged to his feet. “By the teeth of the damned, woman, I asked you to leave.”

  Rivulets cascaded down his flesh, creating wet trails that her eyes delightedly followed. The scars continued from his neck down, attesting to a dangerous life. Firelight caught on the water, decorating his entire length with tiny dots and trails of light. His broad chest tapered to a thick, tight waist, which in turn molded into perfect hips. But it wasn’t his hips that made her stop and stare. His cock stood tall and proud, so erect that veins had risen along the sides.

  “Do not look at me like I am about to attack you,” he growled.

  “You’re not?” Lilith wondered at the disappointment in her tone.

  “Not if you go now. I am aware you do not wish for me in your bed, and I will not go where I’m not wanted.” When she didn’t move, he stepped over the tub’s edge onto the stone step. “But if you think you can escape our dismal fate you are mistaken. The decision has been made. We are joined.”

  He appeared so forlorn that she couldn’t help but reach for him. Her hand slid onto his arm. The muscle flexed.

  “I don’t mean to insult you, Sorin. It’s not you, it’s this place. I don’t belong here. Normally if I travel to a new dimension it’s for work. I go, gather information and then leave. But I was not assigned to come here. I simply went to bed one night and then woke up in your prison.” She tried to pull him around to face her, a great feat considering how he towered over her.

  “So you are a spy?” he concluded, clearly not pleased by the fact.

  “No. I’m a data analyst. I read books and take notes. I analyze facts and create historical profiles of the parallel universe I’m assigned to and then input them into Divinity’s central database. When I go to a place, the governments know about it—well, mostly they do. But I assure you, there’s no spying involved.” Lilith swayed on her feet. His body radiated warmth. The muscle beneath her hand didn’t relax. She flexed her fingers, wanting him to look at her. “Why did you choose me? I heard some of the women talking and they said you weren’t expected to choose anyone.”

  “The gods told me to.” The words lacked passion, as if they were a simple truth. “If what you say is true about Divinity and they broke their word, we will renegotiate our position with them. As for us, it’s too late to change what has happened. Honor forbids it.”

  Maybe it was the softness of his tone or the romantic cast of firelight against his naked body, but Lilith found herself not caring about freedom quite so much. She slid her hand down his arm to his wrist and leaned her face next to his bicep. He reached around her stomach to her hip, gently pulling her in front of him. Dark eyes bore into her questioningly.

  “I’m not very experienced.” Heat fanned her cheeks, but she forced her eyes to stay on his. Sorin tightened his grip. His strength radiated up her hip and spread like a spark throughout her body. Moisture gathered in the folds of her sex. “I mean, I know about it, but I haven’t, you know, a lot, and you look like you might…uh, hurt.”

  By all the weapon thingies they normally curse to, I did not just say that—and to him! How embarrassing. I couldn’t sound more like a moron if I tried. Oh please, floor, open up and drop me.

  Lilith wanted to sink into the stone and hide. What was it about him tonight that turned her into a babbling idiot? And why did all her fantasies keep flashing in her mind as laughable examples of what this man was really like during sex?

  I know about it? You look like you might hurt? Oh, Lilith, don’t say another thing ever, ever again. Vow of silence from this point on.

  “I mean, you’re pretty aggressive.” Why was her mouth still moving? And why in the world didn’t he just say something to shut her up? Did he just have to stand there, staring at her? “Which I suppose is war training, or at least a side effect of being trained as a warrior. But I’m not a warrior, obviously.” She glanced down, suddenly realizing she’d taken the scarf off, and her breasts were thrust together and up by the dark blue of her corset. Torn between acting like she didn’t notice and covering up her displayed chest with her hands, she continued, “So I hope you understand what I’m saying.”

  When she looked up, she found him staring at her chest intently. His lips had parted in quickened breaths. All
too aware of his naked body so close to hers and the telltale lift of his towering erection, she tried to take a step back. His hand on her hip tightened, not letting her go.

  “Please tell me what you’re thinking, Sorin,” Lilith whispered. “I can’t tell.”

  He chuckled and lifted a brow. “How incredibly sexy you are in that corset. How much my body aches to be inside of you. How I want nothing more at the moment than to throw you up against the wall and ravish you. How… That’s pretty well it.”

  “Oh,” she breathed in mild surprise, not expecting that answer.

  He leaned his face toward hers, licking his lips. His hand moved to the small of her back, forcing her next to his taut body. The unmistakable length of his shaft dug into her skirts. He stroked her cheek before pulling her mouth softly to his lips. “Touch me.”

  Lilith took hold of his arms, using him for support as her legs weakened. The tip of his tongue traced the rim of her mouth, teasing her lips apart with their wet, probing insistence. She savored each movement, each new sensation. A soft moan escaped her. He tasted so good, like sweet wine, and smelled even better.

  Sorin cupped her ass, massaging the cheeks firmly so that her thighs pressed forcefully to his. His hips rocked against her skirts. After several moments, he withdrew his lips and brushed them across her cheek to her ear. “Touch me.” He took her hand and compelled it between their bodies so that she palmed his arousal. The thick appendage filled her hand. Then, the same guiding hand lifted to her mouth, and he pressed a finger between her moist lips, rubbing them meaningfully several times before hooking her teeth and urging her down. “Finish me.”

  Lilith’s eyes rounded as she got his meaning. He wanted her on her knees so she could suck his cock. Her pussy protested the one-sided idea. Her mouth watered, tempted.

  “Finish me, so that I do not lose myself and take you too hard.” He rocked his erection into her hand and groaned. “It is not my wish to hurt.”

  No man had ever said such a thing to her. The finger slipped from her mouth, wetting her jaw as he reached for the top of her bodice. He grabbed hold, several fingers pushing down between the tight squeeze of her breasts. Her breathing became hard and choppy and her heart beat so hard against her chest, she knew he had to feel it. She waited, wanting his fingers to find their way to her aching nipples. The nubs were erect, puckered and waiting for him.

  Lilith found her knees bending under the intensity of his gaze. This had to be a dream, no matter how real he felt. She wasn’t like this. She didn’t succumb to mindless lust. The erotic placement of his fingers only made her body all the hotter. Each movement stung, sending wave after wave of delicious warmth down to her stomach.

  Her fingernails pressed into his sides, raking their way down as she knelt before him. Curse it all, but this man was in perfect shape! He let go of her bodice, reaching to grab his cock and angle it toward her mouth as if he couldn’t wait for her to do it herself. He bent his knees to better position himself for pleasure.

  Sorin tensed, his stomach tightening in front of her. Lilith licked the mushroomed tip and he jerked violently, gasping. She flicked her tongue several times to taste the warm, salty essence of him. The power of him flooded her. He was so strong, so virile, such a perfect specimen of masculinity. The feel of the smooth shaft overwhelmed her like a potent sex drug, making her want to take him deeper into her mouth until she choked on the length of him.

  Lilith grabbed the extra length of his shaft and moved her lips to meet her fists. Sorin buried his hands in her hair. She sucked, twirling her tongue around the ridge while carefully gauging his response.

  Sorin gasped and grunted, communicating his satisfaction in animalistic noises. He arched his back, thrusting into her. The saliva from her mouth wet him as he moved, creating a slick tunnel inside her fists. He worked his body, the full length of him covered in the orange glow of firelight, more so now that the sky outside had darkened.

  His hold on her head tightened almost painfully. Lilith sucked harder. Sorin jerked, keeping her mouth locked on his shaft. Crying out, he thrust one last time and released a stream of hot cum into her mouth. He didn’t release her, forcing her to swallow the salty essence. When finally he let go, he stumbled back. Lilith licked her lips, the erotic taste of him in her mouth.

  “I feel weak,” he said in surprise. Lilith’s body stung with need, and she didn’t feel too strong herself at the moment. She backed toward the bed, sitting the instant the mattress hit the back of her thighs.

  Sorin followed her, crawling over her as she fell onto her back. His knees and hands pressed around her, trapping her down. Now that he’d met with release, an almost devious light entered his eyes. A slow, predatory smile curled the side of his mouth. “Where do you think you’re going? We are not finished.”

  * * * * *

  Now that he had her, he wasn’t letting go. Sorin’s body sang with the pleasure of her mouth, but he was only getting started. He sat back, keeping her under him as he tugged at her skirts, pulling them up to free her legs. He settled his knees between her bare thighs to better look at her. The mattress shifted under his weight. After her earlier plea, he promised himself he’d take it slow. His size clearly frightened her. The thought gave him more than a small measure of pride.

  The smooth skin of her calves and thighs were unmarked by hardship. He stared openly at her, unashamed and immensely curious. How quickly things seemed to change. When he’d seen her from his place in the tub, he thought her a dream come to torment him. Now the dream had become real, flesh and blood, delicious and sweet.

  Lilith brought her upper legs together and pushed her skirts down a few inches. He frowned, not liking the way she hid herself from him. He wanted to look and he intended to do just that.

  Sorin again pushed at her skirt, lifting it higher. A narrow strip of shortly cut hair lined her pussy. She had her skirt covering it before he had a chance to really look.

  He frowned, persistently endeavoring to uncover his new treasure. Sorin massaged her legs, hoping to relax them open. Breasts strained against her corset, lifting and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm. Everything about her entranced him. She smelled sweet. Her skin was so soft. When she kissed him, she made a small moaning noise that drove him to distraction. He doubted she was even aware that she did it.

  Sorin wanted to explore, wanted to see and touch and taste, but she kept hiding herself from him. Lilith angled her hips, moving so the skirt fell back down to hide her pussy. He gave a low growl of frustration.

  “You hide,” he said, keeping his tone low. Sorin suppressed the animalistic urge to rip at her clothing so she couldn’t do it again.

  “You’re staring,” she defended.

  Her words made no sense. Of course he stared. He wanted to see. A beautiful woman like her had no reason to hide. Actually, to the men of his country, no woman had a reason to hide.

  Coming up with an idea, he grinned and reached for the scarf she’d discarded on the end of the bed. Sorin leaned over her, letting the material slide over her throat. He snaked it over her arm, winding it lightly before moving to the other one. Then, before she realized what he’d done, he pulled both ends and drew her wrists together. Lilith’s eyes widened as he quickly bound her arms over her head.

  She squirmed beneath him. “What are you doing? Sorin?”

  He crawled down her body, stopping when his mouth reached her knee. Blowing against her flesh, he answered, “Kissing you.”

  “But…” She worked her legs restlessly against the bed.

  “I’m taking you prisoner so you can’t hide from me. I wish to look.” He grinned, liking the idea of her being under his control. She tried to protest, the weak attempt of someone who didn’t believe wholly in the cause they were fighting for. He tore at her gown, ripping the material of the skirt out of his way. The loud noise silenced her as rounded eyes stared at him. The corset held the dress tight to her chest and waist, but exposed the engaging sight of her sex to view
.

  Sorin took his time, lightly kissing every inch of revealed flesh. He licked along her inner thigh, before settling next to her pussy. Almost shaking with eager excitement, he kissed her sex, letting the taste of her cover his lips. He breathed deeply, intrigued by the very femaleness of her body. Soft, yet toned. Smooth and unscarred. Intoxicatingly sweet.

  He licked her hard, moaning into her sex. Lilith arched, gasping as her legs tightened around his head. She pulled at her wrists, trying to break free. Experimenting with this tongue, he twirled it within her slick folds, testing her responses. But soon his tongue wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch, too. He slipped a finger inside her, wiggling it as the tight hold of her body gripped him.

  Sorin’s cock strained, swollen with need, and he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her. She bucked against his mouth, trembling with release. Cream dripped from her sex, wetting him with her desire. He moaned, crawling up her body, pausing to kiss the tops of her breasts. She squirmed beneath him, her head rolling on the mattress as she blinked lazily in his direction.

  Wondrous sensations filled him, ones he didn’t care to look too deeply at. He needed to be inside her, to end the torment he’d felt since first feeling her in the hall. Sorin was not a man used to being controlled, but when she looked at him, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed, he felt himself desperate to please her, no matter what she would command of him.

  Sorin’s thighs forced hers apart. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies. Lilith tensed as he drew his cock along her slickened folds.

  Easy. Slow. Do not frighten her or she will banish you from her bed.

  With more self-control than he’d ever thought possible, he slipped his hard cock along her yielding sex. Moist heat welcomed him and he gulped. Sorin brushed his mouth to hers, liking the way their tastes mingled in the kiss. He rocked his hips forward, entering her.

  Tight. Hot. Blessed night!

  Go. Slow.

  Gradually, he eased into her, stretching the tight muscles to fit his girth. Bracing his elbows, he kept his body close, enjoying the contrast of the harder corset to softer flesh against his chest. Lilith accepted his easy pace, her legs relaxing along his waist to let him go deeper. Oh, but it was hard not to just pound into her, taking her rough and fast. Every primal urge inside him told him to ride her, to make her feel every inch, to let her know she’d been claimed.