Sinner's Passion: Fallen Souls MC

by April Lust

  I managed to get his shirt opened and pushed the two halves away from one another so I could slide my hands over his broad chest and lower. He let out a groan as my fingers dipped down over his abs, which tensed at my touch. I went lower still, my fingers sliding along his belt because I couldn’t get any lower. My hips were still crushed against his.

  His hand had found the slit in my dress and he was massaging my upper thigh eagerly, pleased by my bare skin and the firmness of the muscle there. His hand moved along to my inner thigh, stroking there until I let out a shuddering moan of pleasure, my head falling back slightly as I did so.

  Not missing an opportunity, his mouth found the long column of my neck and peppered kisses there, open mouthed and sloppy, his tongue dragging across my skin as he went. I suddenly wished I was taller if only so that his mouth could find my breasts and attend to them in the same way.

  He might have been thinking the same thing, because he let out a growl and gripping my inner thigh—close, but not close enough to my molten core—he lifted me higher. I let out a whimper as he gripped me tightly, burying his face in my cleavage. He nipped at the sides of my breasts, then laved at the spots with his tongue.

  My hands had buried themselves in his dark hair, clutching at him, holding him near me. I hadn’t noticed we were moving until he threw me down onto my bed.

  I stared up at him, my chest heaving, my eyes filled with lust and a desperate need for him. “Please,” I heard myself beg.

  His eyes flashed and the tiniest of grins found his full, bruised lips. But he didn’t come to me, not right away. He took his time to slide of his shirt, exposing the rest of his chest and those large, muscled arms that could toss me around so easily. With hungry eyes I watched as his hands moved lower to undo his belt. He whipped it out and tossed it aside before popping the button of his slacks and undoing the zipper.

  I groaned out loud when I saw his huge cock spring free, already hard and pulsing for me.

  “Are you wearing panties?” he asked me, his voice so low it was barely more than a growl.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  He nodded once, then came to me. He didn’t bother with the shoes at all, which caused a spike of arousal through my system, but shoved my dress up my legs hastily as he came to settle between my spread legs. He got them to my upper thighs, then his eyes flickered to mine. He held them for a long moment, then shoved my dress the rest of the way up, so that it was bunched around my waist, the folds of fabric spreading out around my body much like my hair was doing around my head.

  I felt cool air hit my dripping nether region, then I felt his fingers. I cried out when they slid along my opening, like he’d just touched a live wire that sent a jolt through me instead. He fondled me, watching as I writhed and moaned beneath him, his dark eyes hungry and growing wild with desire as he took in my own pleasure with his gaze.

  “Can you take out your tits?” he asked me, almost groaning the words out.

  I could barely function, but I managed a nod as his fingers continued to play with my nether lips, only teasing at my needy opening. I clawed at the panels of fabric that covered my chest until my breasts were released, the nipples already pebbled from desire.

  He made an appreciative hum in his throat and as a reward, he inserted a thick finger into my waiting opening. I cried out, “Yes!” He curled that finger inwards, massaging my inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure through me. It wasn’t long before he added a second finger and finally a third, beginning to stretch my opening.

  “Please, I need more!” I begged him.

  Smiling down at me, he nodded once. Leaning over me, he kissed both breasts, licking each nipple once, before continuing the rest of the way to my mouth. He kissed me then, a bruising, searing kiss that chased away all thoughts beyond him. Saber was all I wanted, all I needed.

  I felt him settle himself between my legs. His length dragged along my inner thigh and then I felt his thick, round head pressing at my entrance. I swallowed harshly.

  “Oh God!” I cried out as he thrust himself entirely within me.

  There was the barest hint of pain as he stretched me wide enough to fit his thick cock inside of me, and then it was drowned out by a rush of incredible pleasure. I whimpered as I realized he was buried so far within me that there wasn’t any more room. Not even a little bit. He’d bottomed out within me and when I glanced down the length of our bodies, I saw that there was still just a little bit left of his shaft that didn’t quite fit.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he ground out, and I realized that he was shaking above me, his arms straining from holding himself up over my body while he looked almost dizzy with the pleasure of being buried within me. “So goddamned tight. I knew you would be.”

  He began to pull out as I said in a breathless, sultry tone, “So you have been thinking of me.”

  He pulled out until just the head of him remained wrapped within my core, then his eyes flashed to me and he grinned. “Of course I have. I’ve made myself come to thoughts of fucking you every night since I first saw you,” he told me, and then he thrust back inside of me, once again hitting my boundaries, causing me to cry out.

  “Saber!”

  “I’ve thought of those pink nipples.” He plucked at them. “And those dirty lips.” He bit at them with his teeth. “And your tight, pink, wet pussy.” He shoved into me again and I cried out again.

  He got into a rhythm that was fast enough to leave me gasping, but I wasn’t complaining. I liked the way his hard, muscular body moved above me, how his arms strained to hold him up as he worked himself into my core again and again. I wrapped my legs around him and he didn’t seem to care that the heels of my shoes seemed to be digging into his back. In fact, it spurred him on.

  He pumped inside of me until I thought I might break, his mouth dipping down to suckle my breast and bite at my hardened nipples, or to fix my mouth with another consuming, fiery kiss.

  His cock filled me again and again, bottoming out inside me over and over, and when I felt his movements beginning to become harder, more erratic, I slipped my hand between our bodies to search out my own little buddle of pleasure. I began to rub my clit as I watched him over me, thrusting into my warm wet center again and again.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m there, I’m there!” he half roared at me, burying himself into me one last time and holding there as he spurted his hot seed into my core.

  I rubbed my clit harder and sent myself over the edge while he was still inside of me, forcing my lips to clench around his manhood as I did so. He cried out, then collapsed beside me, spent. I crawled into his waiting arms, not caring that I was half clothed and that our fluids were spilling over my very expensive dress.

  All I cared about in that moment was lying there in his arms, being lost for just a little longer in an embrace that screamed to me of safety.

  Tomorrow, I would deal with the rest.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Saber

  I knew that there should have been a greater sense that I’d done something wrong, but as I lay with Renee in my arms, idly stroking at her golden hair, I couldn’t honestly make myself feel that way. It was wrong only because my boss, her uncle, had mandated that I not touch her. And while I respected his authority, in the end it was pretty meaningless when I knew through and through that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

  Last night was pure enough evidence of that.

  Renee’s warm body was molded against mine, her soft, full breasts pressing against my side, vibrating even so softly with the steady, gentle beat of her heart. She looked in sleep just as she did in waking: beautiful. So beautiful that it was almost painful to lay there with her. It was hard not to think that I didn’t deserve to be here, that I wasn’t the kind of man that belonged in her bed, wrapped up in her soft nakedness, settled against the thick, soft pillows. If I didn’t want her as badly as I did, I might have even felt and obeyed the compulsion to slip out of bed, get dressed, and sneak o
ut of the house before she awoke.

  Of course, things weren’t that simple anyway. Even if I had wanted to slip out before her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks and she fixed me with that bright blue eyed stare, I wouldn’t have been able to.

  As her bodyguard, it was my job to protect her. There wasn’t any getting around that—and I definitely didn’t want to. Despite our rocky start, I’d grown to learn that I wanted to be the one to protect her, to save her. I wanted to be there when it all went wrong so that I could scoop her up into my arms and carry her to safety.

  Like you’re a knight in shining armor, I thought to myself derisively.

  I wasn’t any hero and I knew it, but Renee made me feel like one and that, I decided, was priceless.

  “Mmm.” Renee’s soft murmur brought me to the here and now, dragging my focus down to her, with her breasts pressing into my side and one arm thrown across my bare waist, her head resting against my shoulder. “Good morning,” she whispered, sounding a little dreamy with lingering sleep.

  I smiled down at her and brushed back a thick strand of her liquid soft hair. “Morning. Did you sleep well?”

  She laughed at my question, the sound a soft, sweet rumble that shook her breasts and warmed my skin. I felt my cock half harden at the sound, the vibration, but tried to quell my desire. “Didn’t do a lot of that, did we?” she teased, and I grinned back at her.

  “No, I guess we didn’t.”

  Her eyes studied my face for a moment, tracing along my eyes, my lips, my chin. Finally, she asked, “Well?”

  My eyebrows rose. “Well, what?”

  “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

  Not needing any further prompting than that, I leaned down, shifting out bodies so that she found herself sliding beneath me as I loomed over her. My face was so close that we were nearly touching, where I whispered hoarsely against her mouth, “I’ve been waiting all morning to kiss you.”

  Her breath caught, and then I closed the distance, crushing my lips to hers. They were just as soft as they had been last night, inviting, pulling me closer. And when I slid my tongue against them, they parted, offering me admittance to the warm cavity of her mouth. Our tongues fought and I drank in the taste of her.

  I’d been half hard only moments ago, but Renee snaked a hand down between our bodies and as soon as her fingers slipped along my shaft, I sprang to attention, desire tearing through me. I ached for her, breaking the kiss to groan as her small, delicate hand stroked me.

  “Again?” she asked, though it was almost a plea, her eyes hooded, her whole body seeming to lean towards me in want. “Please?”

  Even if I wanted to, I didn’t think I could deny such a sweet, pleading request. And I definitely didn’t want to deny it. I balanced my weight on one arm, freeing up the other so that I could slide it down and hook it beneath her long, smooth leg. I caught her knee as I pulled her leg up so that it settled higher than my hip, opening her up to me. I aligned myself with her core and pressed against her until her sweet lips parted and the head of my member slipped between them, popping into her tight core.

  I groaned and she gasped. I gave her only a second longer to adjust to the head of me before I pushed myself home. She cried out in pleasure as I buried myself inside her.

  “Yes,” she breathed, her body arching beneath me. “Yes, Saber, please. Take me!”

  And I did. I took her until she was screaming and I was losing myself within her warm, wet folds. And then I touched her until she found her own release. When we were both a mess, we went to the shower and repeated the whole thing until the water rang cold, and Renee was little more than a limp body in my arms.

  ***

  We were in the kitchen later that morning. Renee had thrown on a large t-shirt that was clearly for comfort—and to drive me absolutely nuts. It barely covered her glorious core and had me thinking about where I should take her in the kitchen between cups of coffee, but I tried to stay on track.

  Yes, I wanted to fuck her again. Yes, she probably wanted me to, too. But there was still a stalker out there who was determined to make her life hell. And despite my cock arguing otherwise, that was the most important thing to take care of.

  I poured us both another cup of coffee, setting one of the mugs in front of her. She smiled in thanks, her full, pouty lips making me wonder if she’d be willing to go down on me or not. I decided that later, when we cleared up some of this trouble, I would ask her.

  The worst she could say was no.

  “I don’t want to bring this up,” I told her, leaning against the counter on the opposite side of her. “But I think we need to talk about your…pen pal.”

  Renee shuddered, but didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded her head and said, “Okay. You’re right.”

  I was surprised by how little resistance she was giving me this morning. She’d been nothing but argumentative before last night, keeping secrets, ignoring her safety for the right to go to awards shows and parties. Which, granted, I respected in a way, but it had made my job far more difficult than it had to be.

  I should fuck every stubborn woman senseless, I thought wickedly. I took a sip of coffee to hide an inappropriate smile.

  Setting my mug down, I asked, “Do you remember anything about the guy? You’ve seen him twice now—were there any characteristics that stood out to you?”

  Instantly, Renee was shaking her head, an automatic response it seemed. She was saying, “No, I don’t—” but suddenly broke off. Her eyes grew wide as she thought for a moment, almost like a quick memory was flashing through her mind. “No, wait. I do remember something.”

  My eyebrows shot up and hope sprang into my heart. If she could remember something about the asshole, then maybe we could use it to find him. Maybe we could catch him before he got the chance to do something terrible again—and managed to succeed.

  “What do you remember?” I asked eagerly, hoping that this was it, the link we needed.

  She shook her head. “It’s not a lot, but when I pulled off his baseball hat the last time, he had bright, ginger red hair.”

  My heart sank a little at that. Yes, a physical descriptor like that was incredibly useful. And with him being a redhead it would definitely help us narrow it down. But I supposed I’d been hoping for some kind of a silver bullet, like his name tattooed across his forehead.

  I admonished myself for being so ridiculous and put on a large smile. Reaching across the counter, I took her hand in mine. “That’s really good, Renee. That’s very helpful.”

  She smiled weakly at me in return. “Do you think you’ll find him?”

  I saw the fear in her eyes, the worry. I saw how broken up she’d been when her friend had been attacked. I saw how much this was all affecting her and I vowed that no matter what else happened, I would find this son of a bitch and make sure that he never hurt her again.

  I nodded my head. “We will. I promise you, we will.” I squeezed her hand tightly, then let it go. “I need to call your uncle and give him the information. He needs to know who they’re looking for.”

  She gave me a weak okay, but put on a brave smile. I told her to wait in the kitchen and finish her coffee while I stepped into the other room to call Ryder. I dialed the number and let it ring three times. After that, Ryder picked up with a gruff, “What the hell were you thinking letting her go to that damn awards show?”

  I winced a little at that. The awards show had actually gone smoothly, but it had been a stressful night for me. Renee on stage, in a huge crowd with people I didn’t know or trust, a bunch of crazy fans on the sidelines, all of them reaching out to touch her. No, it had not been my favorite sort of venue. But there had been security and cameras everywhere, not to mention that so many people were watching her it would have been incredibly hard to get out of there with her.

  But that hadn’t made me feel better when Renee used it as her argument. I hadn’t cared, because in the end if that guy decided she was better off dead than his, it would on
ly take a single bullet and a good shot to get to her.

  The thought left my blood running cold and the urge to protect her stronger than ever.

  I cleared my throat. “She was going no matter what I did. Was I supposed to tie her down or something?”

  Actually, I wasn’t wholly opposed to tying her down. I didn’t necessarily like getting overly kinky—I didn’t need a dominatrix with a studded collar, a whip, and a love of electricity—but I enjoyed getting a little creative in the bedroom. And as my mind flashed to an image of her naked on her bed, spread eagle, her pussy quivering with lust and dripping with need, her hands and legs both tied to the four posts—well, it was hard to argue with an image like that.