Relentless Liberation

by Fine, L. J.

  Her willpower vanished when his mouth devoured hers again and he pushed her down against the mattress. Those skillful hands left her waist and moved to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. He kneaded the soft mounds with just the right amount of roughness, making her break the kiss, head falling back on a groan. He started to trail nibbling kisses down her neck as his deft fingers popped open the front clasp of her bra.

  Her heart nearly beat out of her chest, so hard she knew he had to feel it. How was this actually happening? In what twisted and fantastical version of reality did she get to be so lucky?

  Warm, wet kisses made their way toward her left breast, and then his tongue circled her areola. He licked her nipple, getting it wet, before gently blowing on it to bring it to stiff attention. His teeth raked across the rigid tip before he enveloped it into his warm mouth and sucked, making her back arch off the bed.

  No one had ever paid this much attention to her breasts before. She never knew they could be this sensitive. Her experiences with sex had been excruciatingly limited. In fact, her one and only experience had been awful. But she wouldn’t think about that now and ruin this moment. That first time couldn’t even begin to compare to what he was doing to her. This all-consuming heat raging through her body.

  Tyler knew exactly where and how to touch her to make her hotter than she had ever felt before. She wanted him so badly she ached, throbbed, pulsed, and clenched hard around nothing.

  “I was right.” He smiled against her skin. “I knew you’d taste so damn sweet everywhere, baby. Good enough to eat.” His kisses moved lower, over her trembling abdomen.

  “Mmm, that’s what I want,” he rumbled as though the idea had just occurred to him. But then he flashed her that impish grin, suggesting otherwise. Scooting lower on the bed, his hands went to her skirt, tugging the material down along with her soaked panties. “I wanna eat you.”

  So lost was she in this sensual haze, she had no power to stop him as those callused palms slid up her inner thighs and spread her, completely exposing her to his gaze. “I’m gonna taste this sweet pussy ’til you scream.”

  His hot breath was right there, where she had imagined him a million times. The reality was overwhelming.

  “No, no, no.” She couldn’t stop the word from coming out of her mouth, though the sentiment was far from sincere. It was just she had never let a man do this to her before. Her modesty finally caught up to what was going on and it demanded that she utter some form of protest. The breathy tone of her voice was wholly unconvincing, even if her hips jerked to get away. “Don’t do that.”

  And of course he didn’t listen, just tightened his grip on her thighs and mumbled, “Do what?” His breath puffed against her skin before his tongue stroked her languorously from opening to clit.

  The moment his tongue touched her flesh he closed his eyes and growled. That sexy-as-hell sound vibrated through her body as he started tracing figure eights over her aching little nub. Dipping lower, he rimmed her opening before thrusting into her. She groaned, fingers tangling in his hair, hips thrusting in time to the slow tongue-fuck he gave her.

  Just when she thought this torment couldn’t get any worse—or better—his fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting into her in a hard, fast rhythm. His eyes flashed open and caught her gaze as he sucked her pearl into his mouth. She saw stars.

  “Ah, Tyler.” The guttural way his name ripped from her throat was a sound she had never heard herself make before. She had been right all along. This man knew exactly what he was doing with every part of his body.

  He stayed with her as she came on his tongue and fingers, not stopping until her tremors completely subsided. Then, as she lay there completely blissed out, he rose and crawled over her body like the predator he was.

  Bracing his weight on his elbows above her, he settled into the cradle of her thighs, pushing her legs wider to accommodate him. The rough feel of his jeans against her bare skin reminded her that he was still half-dressed.

  Which meant that there was still time to stop this madness before it went entirely too far. She opened her mouth to say something but he anticipated her, cutting her off with a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and that combined with the soft rocking of his hips had her forgetting what she had been about to say anyway. Mission accomplished.

  “I want you so fucking much, Mina.” His ragged breath against her lips backed up his statement. “Touch me, baby.” Then his mouth was on hers again.

  How could she refuse such a desperate request? She had to keep up with the simple theme of the night—he wanted so she gave.

  First she let her fingers run down the broad expanse of his back, along the dagger she knew was inked into his spine. She had seen him shirtless enough times when he fought to know that the blade ran the length of his spine, the hilt hitting the tops of his shoulders with the words La Familiga etched across in elegant script. The vibrant color of the design had always struck her as stunning against his pearlescent skin and she couldn’t help but trace its edges as her fingers made their way across his back.

  When she got to those enticing dimples at the small of his back, her hands itched to go farther. She had wanted him so much for so long that she didn’t care that this wasn’t the right thing or that he would regret it in the morning. She couldn’t stop him or herself and she no longer wanted to.

  Sliding her hands lower, she pushed into the waistband of his jeans, then his briefs and grabbed the firm globes of his ass, tugging him closer to her. He groaned into her mouth following the direction of her hands, pushing his hips harder into her.

  Breaking the kiss, he reared up to kneel between her legs. She couldn’t resist sliding her hands around to his front, running them up his washboard abs and over his chest.

  She had been longing to touch him like this and now that he was actually asking her to, she didn’t want to waste a single opportunity. Wanting to see his reaction, she curled her fingers and raked her nails gently over his nipples before tugging on them. He hissed and thrust his hips into her again.

  Thinking she might have yanked too hard, she went to pull her hands away but he grabbed them and brought them back to his chest. “Fuck, do that again, baby.”

  Happily she complied, tugging harder this time, and watched entranced as his eyes closed on a groan, the muscles of his stomach trembling with his hard breathing. In that moment he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

  Who was she kidding? He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, period. End of story.

  Lightly running her nails down his stomach, she traced yet another tattoo of his she had long admired from a distance. A single word printed in a Gothic arc across his lower abdomen.

  Relentless.

  Up until now, she had always assumed the ink was in reference to his style as a fighter. As he reached over her head to the nightstand to produce a condom, she had a moment to reflect on their current position and how they had gotten there. Now she knew it was just another word that could be applied to his personality, much like strength. Once he set his mind on something that was it—he became relentless in its pursuit. How mind-boggling to realize that she was now the thing he was after.

  He left the bed long enough to get rid of the rest of his clothes and she watched with avid attention as he revealed himself fully to her. He did it slowly because he knew she was watching. But it wasn’t vanity or smugness that moved him, though Lord knew he had every right to be arrogant. It was all about her pleasure, just as everything else he had done up until that point had been. Words were unnecessary—he knew she loved looking at him so he gave her what she wanted.

  Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxer-briefs, he slowly pulled downward. As the material cleared that thick bulge, his cock sprang free and not even the apocalypse could have forced her gaze away. He was long and thick and perfect, with a bead of pre-cum leaking from his tip proving that he actually wanted this. Her pussy clenched again and a new wave of mois
ture trickled onto her thighs at the thought of taking him inside her.

  Foil ripped and she watched as he rolled the condom on, and then she forced her gaze to roam back up his body. When she got to his face, she found his dark eyes locked on her, the intensity there startling. But then he flashed that impish half-smile of his and it hit home.

  This was Tyler. And this was actually happening.

  As he came back over her, he once again ran his palms down her inner thighs, spreading her to take his weight. He ran the tip of his cock through her slit so the head rubbed up against her clit. Sparks of pleasure shot out from that tiny little button until it became the center of her world. When he did it again, teasing them both, the sensation paired with the intensity in his dark gaze became too much and to protect herself she closed her eyes.

  “No, open your eyes. I want you to look at me.” His rough words compelled her and she had no choice but to obey. Opening her eyes she was once again met by that mischievous smile of his.

  “Breathe, Mina.” He positioned his cock against her opening. Until that moment she hadn’t even realized she had been holding her breath.

  He chose right then, when she let out that pent-up breath on a slow exhale, to push inside her. It had been way too long for her and he was big but she couldn’t deny how amazingly good he felt stretching her wide open.

  Almost of their own accord, her legs wound around his waist and she closed her eyes once more to better savor the sensation. And if she were honest, she couldn’t bring herself to meet his stare, the knowledge that this was Tyler too overwhelming and just this side of intimidating.

  But as soon as she lowered her lids he stopped.

  “Open those beautiful eyes,” he growled once again, forcing her to comply. “I want you to see me doing this to you. I’m the one fucking you.” On the last word he thrust farther into her, then pulled almost the whole way back out, causing her breath to hitch on a whimper.

  The possessiveness in his words gave her goose bumps. The tone was gruff and animalistic as he gave a hard thrust and bottomed out inside her in one swift motion. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction if her life depended on it. Crying out, she clenched down on him. Hard.

  “Oh fuck, baby.” His lower lip trembled as he held himself still above her. Then he put his mouth to better use and began to kiss her roughly, his tongue thrusting in and out mimicking the way she wished his body would move. If the strain in his muscles was anything to go by, he wanted it too. Badly. She knew what he was waiting for so she forced herself to relax, easing her inner muscles.

  Slowly he started to move, never breaking the kiss, just rocking his body into hers like a rolling wave. She whimpered into his mouth and clung to him tighter, running her hands down his back to feel his muscles tense and release as he thrust into her.

  “Mina,” he groaned, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck. “Your pussy’s so good. So fucking tight, baby.”

  Never since meeting him would she have imagined that this could happen outside of her fantasies. And now that it was? Her fantasies couldn’t even begin to cover how incredible he actually felt pumping inside her. He took his time, moving languidly in and out, letting her feel every inch of his thick cock. And she loved every minute of it but she wanted more. Needed him pounding into her.

  “Tyler.” She groaned as her hands slid from his lower back to squeeze his ass, pulling him tighter into her.

  He gave her a few hard thrusts at the exact pace she needed, but then went back to his easy, rolling strokes. “Tell me how you want it.”

  He knew exactly what she wanted but he was going to make her say it. She should have known he wouldn’t make it easy for her—he was still obsessed with cracking her out of her shell. Fortunately, at this point she was too far gone to care about modesty. She wanted him too much.

  “Harder.” She brought her hands up to tangle in his hair. Pulling his mouth to her she kissed him, filthy, open and wet, before scraping her teeth against his lower lip. “Oh God, Tyler, fuck me harder.”

  “Yeah,” he grunted before he reared up from her and angled her legs higher, forcing a deeper penetration. “Take it.”

  He slammed into her, ground his hips then pulled out. Repeating the process over and over and each time, he rubbed up against that fabled sweet spot inside her. The spot she was sure didn’t exist but he hit it so well it turned her inside out. Thighs trembling, she dug her fingernails into his sides. Her mind unraveled and the pressure built beneath that special place as he pounded into her.

  Relentlessly.

  “Come on, baby, come for me.” He reached between their bodies and found her clit with his thumb. “I wanna feel you squeeze my cock when you fall apart.”

  Damn, she loved the way he spoke to her. That alone could get her off. He was beginning to unravel too, losing his grace as he pistoned into her, rhythm turning choppy. That he was starting to lose his shit was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.

  Then he moved his thumb just a little lower, rubbing that delicious space on the underside of her clit, and that was all it took. Her orgasm slammed into her, almost catching her off guard in its severity. Words like oh God and Tyler flowed out of her mouth like a litany with random non-verbal articulations that didn’t sound quite human sprinkled intermittently throughout.

  It didn’t matter that the things coming out of her mouth were unintelligible because she could tell he knew exactly how she felt. Could even empathize.

  Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered on his still-working cock and it wasn’t long before she heard him make his own unintelligible sounds surrounded by her name, some growls and a few fucks thrown in there for good measure. His dick swelled inside her as his whole body shook above her, muscles straining, veins in his neck and arms popping.

  If she hadn’t been hopelessly in love with him before, she most definitely was now. The words fought with her to jump from her throat into the air but she desperately held them back.

  There was no way in hell she was going to enlighten him on the inner workings of her emotions until he quelled some of her confusion. If even then. She had a hunch he wouldn’t be too receptive to that kind of declaration.

  So she bit her tongue as he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in the hollow of her neck. He was heavy but she luxuriated in the feel of him, the way his bare skin felt against hers, the rise and fall of his chest as he regained his breathing. She wanted to soak it all up now and store it in her memory banks to savor once this incredibly fantastic and unreal night was over and things returned to their normal state. Because she knew that it was an inevitability once morning came.

  After a while his lips meandered on her neck and over her jaw, onto her cheek. He pushed up to once again brace his weight on his elbows and his questing lips found hers. His kiss was slow and deep, deliberate and unhurried.

  “Damn, baby,” he finally murmured. “I definitely called it that day in your apartment.”

  Okaaaay, she wasn’t following. Then again, she was surprised she could remember her own name right at the moment. So her brow furrowed. “Huh?”

  He chuckled and the sound vibrated from his body into hers. “That you’re the best fucking lay of my life.” Then he abruptly lifted his head and narrowed his eyes on her. “You better remember this, though.”

  She couldn’t help it—she had to laugh. Even though his words inadvertently brought back some painful memories of a time before she met him. He was so adorable and sweet that she found the pain was actually lessening. And this mind-blowing experience was absolutely nothing like that first one.

  “Don’t worry. I couldn’t forget if my life depended on it.” She kissed his smiling lips briefly and he followed her with his mouth, deepening it. When her tongue touched his, his length twitched inside her and he groaned.

  “Lemme take care of this. I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling out of her and gripping the condom at the base before levering off her and the bed. As he made his w
ay into the bathroom, she abruptly missed his warmth, so she pulled the covers up over her body to try to compensate.

  Climbing back into bed, he spooned up behind her, pulling her in tight against him. “I know we need to talk through some shit but right now I’m so tired I can’t even see straight.” He kissed the tender spot behind her ear. “I promise we’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

  That was just fine with her. She didn’t think she could take a serious conversation right now either. So she nodded and snuggled closer to his warmth, falling asleep in the most unlikely of places.

  Tyler’s arms.

  Chapter Eight

  The gentle sound of rolling thunder carried Mina to the edge of her subconscious. The soft tack-tack-tack of light rain against the window pulled her fully awake. Slowly opening her eyes, she took inventory of her body and her surroundings. She was lying on her stomach hugging the pillow beneath her, completely naked except for the sheet draped across her lower back and legs.

  The overcast sky made the natural light of the room dim, giving the light gray walls a warm, ethereal ambiance. She had always loved morning thunderstorms. If she had the opportunity when they hit, she would snuggle in bed for hours, feeling protected in her own little cocoon tucked away from the world.

  But this morning was a little different from those precious lazy days and the difference, in her opinion, was quite an improvement.

  Tyler lay directly opposite her on his side with his arm propped up under his head and his dark gaze steady on her. Suddenly, she was thankful for her penchant for sleeping on her stomach. She might have been brazen in the heat of the moment last night but this morning she felt decidedly on the shy side.

  As soon as her gaze landed on his face, his dark eyes warmed to a deep shade of brown and he flashed her that impish smile. “Morning.” The low, deep sound of his voice slid along her nerve endings, making her all tingly.

  “Morning.” She burrowed deeper into the pillow, trying to hide from him in even this infinitesimal way. The fact that her long hair slid into her face with the movement was an added bonus. “How long have you been awake?”