by Leo, Rosanna
Yes.
Marci grabbed his tense buttocks and pulled him close to her, into her. He dug his fingers into her hair, holding her, and fucked her mouth with a grunt. She wanted him to come this way, wanted to feel his heat seeping down her throat and into her soul. She wanted to be able to lick her lips later and still taste him there.
But Anton had other ideas.
Biting back a snarl, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her mouth hard. After devastating her with more of his potent kisses, he looked at her bra and panties. They weren’t her fanciest, white cotton with a peekaboo eyelet design, but he looked at her as if she was dressed in the finest silk lingerie.
He unclasped her bra and ripped it from her shoulders. Once she was bared to him, he palmed her breasts, squeezing them, playing with their fullness. He sat on the edge of the bed and made her straddle his lap. Holding her close, he suckled her breasts, nipping her swollen tips. And as he did, his hands explored her thighs, moving ever higher.
Just as Anton bit down on one nipple, his thumbs grazed the inside edge of her panties. With an expert touch, he eased his thumbs over the wet cotton between her legs, making her mad with delight. His smooth caresses were so luxurious she wanted to pull out her hair. She cried his name and held his head to her breast.
He released her breast and wriggled away, smiling at her. “I know what my little lynx needs.”
“Give it to me.”
He helped her stand and waggled his brows at her white panties. Raising his gaze to her with a flirty grin, he hooked a finger in the elastic sitting at her hips. Just the feel of his fingertip was enough to make her come undone, but she somehow managed to remain standing. Crouching before her, he slowly dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs. As she stepped out of them, his gaze remained on her pussy, seemingly fascinated by what he saw there.
After breathing in deeply, he stood and looked her in the eye. “My angel. You are the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”
She shifted on her feet. “It’s okay. I’m already naked. You don’t have to flatter me.”
“I wasn’t.” He narrowed his eyes at her and cupped her cheek. “And you are exquisite.”
Heat ravaged her cheeks under his touch and his remonstrance. Years of awkwardness bubbled up inside her, making her feel shy and ungainly. “I’m just the lynx-next-door. Nothing more.”
Without warning, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. While she dangled there, catching her breath, he slapped her ass. It was hard enough to make her skin tingle and intimate enough to make her wet. He soothed her cheek by smoothing his hand over it. When he put her back down, angry tiger eyes seemed to glimmer from behind his own. “Next time you speak of yourself in such terms, I’ll spank both cheeks.”
For a moment, she stared back, speechless at the man who clearly thought more of her than she did of herself. And then, while she gawked at him, openmouthed, her lynx decided to play. It compelled her to cock her head at him and grin. “Maybe I’ll spank you back.”
“Gabi was right. You must have some tiger in your bloodline.” He dragged her close and his erection pressed against her belly, making her almost dizzy with want, and with the possibilities careening through her head.
“I’m all lynx.”
Anton fondled her ass as he held her. He flexed his lower half, moving up and down ever so slowly, teasing her by sliding his cock along her wet seam.
He felt so good and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
I am inside you. I’ve been inside you since we first saw each other. Just as you are in me.
He hadn’t voiced the words, and yet somehow he’d spoken them. She stared, perplexed for only a moment, when she realized the words had come from his tiger.
The power of those few words made her question her whole world, made her burn with desire and something even stronger. Something intangible, but potent. She believed his words, and knew they came from Anton as much as his inner animal.
She could no longer deny he affected her. He had from their first encounter. Already, she knew her life would be altered for the worse if Anton Gaspar ever exited it.
The very thought made a strange pain reverberate inside her stomach. As much as she tried to reconcile her emotions, her lynx didn’t give her much opportunity. The animal was in heaven, purring and strutting for Anton’s tiger, and it wanted more.
He seemed to understand. Anton leaned over and captured her earlobe between his teeth, fondling her ass the whole time. His finger dipped dangerously between her cheeks, grazing her entrance, and her knees almost buckled under the sweet pleasure.
“Marci,” he said, moaning, “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. I don’t plan on waiting any longer. I want you on my face. Right. Now.”
With that, he released her and moved to the bed, stretching his long body out on the covers. Marci joined him as soon as he was flat, straddling him, needing so badly to be near him. He welcomed her by running his warm hands up her thighs. Tugging gently, he urged her toward his face.
She paused. “I’ve never done it like this before.”
His eyes glowed. “First of many positions, kitten.” He grinned like a happy sinner. “This just happens to be one of my favorites. Now crawl up here and let me eat you up.”
She didn’t waste another second. Sliding up his body, Marci positioned herself above his head and held onto the head rail. Before she could even adjust how she was kneeling, Anton held her fast and brought his mouth to her anxious pussy.
Fire. Soft, persistent warmth shot into her core.
He laved her lips, wrapping his mouth around her, and tickled her clit with his tongue. Shards of delight shot through her body as she writhed above him. Once again, it struck her that his every motion, his every pass of the tongue, seemed devised to drive her insane. And when he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, her wetness seeped out of her and he drank her down with apparent gusto.
“You taste so good,” he murmured in a deep, frenzied voice.
As he explored her with more intimacy than anyone ever had, her thoughts raced back to the stories of his family hurting him. In that moment, as she contemplated a bruised and battered Anton, Marci felt closer to him than she ever had to anyone else. This man, who had been hurt and betrayed in so many ways, cared enough to make her body hum with ecstasy.
She wanted to make him feel the same way. She wanted to take away all his hurts and help him feel whole again.
With a low growl that sounded more animal than manly, Anton released her swollen skin and moved out from under her. With ease, he pushed her back onto the bed and onto her back. Spreading her legs, maneuvering them as if he owned them, he continued his incredible oral assault. Noises emerged from her, ones that matched his in ferocity, and Anton chuckled his approval. As shallow breaths overtook her lungs, Marci closed her eyes and tried to control her out-of-control whimpers.
So close.
As if he understood her body better than she did, Anton sucked her clit and she unraveled on a slow, greedy sigh. Her whole body seized and lightning flashed before her closed eyes, the sensation was so seismic. Marci felt every one of her hairs stand on end while the massive orgasm claimed her, even the hairs under her skin that only appeared when her lynx did. Each inch of her skin was consumed by Anton’s heat. And with each passing second, just when she felt she could endure no more of the foreign pleasure, he continued plundering her pussy, wringing out several mini-orgasms.
Pure, unadulterated delirium.
He only moved his mouth when she had the strength to reach down and touch his head. “Please.”
His laugh was sweet torment to her weakened body and overwrought mind. “Fuck. You taste even better when you come.” He slid a teasing finger along her seam, wet it with her juices, and sucked it into his mouth.
She jolted beneath him. “A minute, please.”
“I don’t think so, Marci. Now that I’ve had you, I don’t want to stop.” He loomed over her
, his mouth wet and smiling. “Do you?”
She drank him in. The flirtatious smile that broke up an otherwise somber face. The rippling muscles along his shoulders. The way his eyes seemed so dark in the cabin, and yet how they burned bright with want, want of her. “No. Don’t stop.”
He leaned in and kissed her, and her mouth opened automatically, like a baby on its mother’s breast. His kisses nourished her, made her feel whole and perfect. Each soft invasion of her mouth resulted in flurries of goose bumps and echoing shivers up and down her body. A few more gentle caresses from his tongue, and she knew she’d once again fly to the highest heights. She could come from his kisses.
Her body reeled from sensory overload. Flannel blankets cushioned her body from below. Anton’s hardness pinned her to the bed, and her hands fluttered up and down his large back. His manly scent filled her nostrils with every breath, making her want to take him into every pore. And his taste seemed made for her.
Marci knew if she died in that moment, she would have already seen heaven.
He shifted off her and her hands clenched, needing him. He got off the bed, his gaze traveling the length between her face and her pussy. Anton reached into his bedside table and produced a package of condoms.
She couldn’t help but tease. “A celibate man with so many condoms?”
His low, seductive chuckle made her womb clench, and new moisture coated her sex. “I just bought them a few hours ago at the lodge shop. Somehow I already knew I’d failed as a monk.”
She crooked a finger at him. “You’re too gorgeous to be a monk.”
“I’m better as a sinner, huh?” As he ripped open a condom wrapper and slid one on his cock, he eyed her, frowning, as if he didn’t quite believe her words. As he finished sheathing himself, his face relaxed and he licked his lips. “Come. Sin with me.”
Marci sat up and moved toward him. Anton grabbed her hand and led her from the bed to the couch in the adjoining sitting room. Once there, he turned her about and urged her to bend over the couch. She did, spreading her knees wide. She sucked in a breath and waited for him to breach her opening with his magnificent rod.
And then she waited some more, all too aware of his unsteady breaths behind her.
She looked around. “What are you doing back there?”
His teasing laugh tickled her. “I’m staring at your incredible ass, kitten.”
She grabbed a plaid throw pillow from the couch and launched it at him. He caught it easily and swatted her backside with it. As she protested, he covered her body with his own and drove his cock home inside her.
Marci gasped at the luxurious sensation. She grunted as he filled her and in response, he gripped her hips, keeping her close. Dear God. She’d known he was big, had worried she might not even be able to accommodate the broad head of his cock, never mind the rest of it. She wondered how she wasn’t splitting in two.
“Sweetness,” he muttered. “Please tell me I’m not hurting you because you feel so right.”
“You feel…” she cried. “Oh, heavens!”
Anton laughed and teased her with two slow pumps. “I take it I can continue?”
“God, yes.”
Each expert glide seemed to channel deeper than the one before. Each of his touches produced a swell of aching emotion inside her. And in a dark place in her soul, Marci’s lynx rutted shamelessly with Anton’s tiger, finding nothing but sweet acceptance and delight.
He drove her toward another searing orgasm, hammering away at her as if they were a machine whose parts were slotted to fit together. Pumping, pulverizing delirium. And just as she thought she would dissolve into nothingness again, Anton changed his position. He lifted his long right leg and braced it on the arm of the couch. The move shifted him inside her, angling him even deeper.
In this position, he punished her with a decimating series of thrusts. Gripping and scratching her body, he held her close and shouted in rapture. Her cries met his as she exploded into thousands of shards. She stiffened as the charge shocked through her, tensing every muscle from chest to toes. And as she did, Anton fucked his way to his own orgasm, reaching one hand toward her hair. As he came, he tangled his fist in her messy strands and held on for dear life. Marci felt the tug on her scalp, so much like the tug in her womb, and gave herself to him.
They remained frozen in that position for many seconds. She closed her eyes, whimpering as the harshly delicious sensations faded. A vision streaked through her consciousness, one of her lynx curled up against his tiger, a satisfied smile on its feline face. The animals purred, and the tiger licked the lynx’s fur.
Mine.
The lynx batted its lashes at the bigger animal. Mine.
Emotion looped around Marci’s stomach with a stranglehold. Their animals might be decided, but she’d never been quite so decisive herself. She wasn’t sure what to say to Anton. Wasn’t sure what to do next.
Luckily, Anton took charge. He kissed the back of her neck, licking at the skin there, and then peeled himself away from her. As he went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom, Marci struggled toward the bed and flopped onto her back. As satisfied as she was, the space between her legs throbbed. It was the strangest sensation. Anton had filled her so well, and yet her body almost needed more of him. She lifted her heavy head and looked at her pink pussy. So swollen, and yet still so hungry. She touched a finger to herself, amazed at how wet she still was.
Because of him. Even after the most intense bout of pleasure, she wanted him again.
He emerged from the bathroom, and his gaze locked immediately on the hand at her pussy. Anton drew near to the bed. She moved her finger off her plump lips.
“No,” he commanded. “Keep touching yourself.”
She didn’t dare disobey after hearing the imperial tone in his voice. Slowly, she slid her hand back toward her pussy and allowed her fingers to slide through her labia. As she spread her moisture through each soft crevice, Anton’s nostrils flared. As he watched, he leaned toward the bedside table and pulled another condom from the box. His gaze always on her, he unwrapped it and put it on his once-again engorged cock.
Just knowing he wanted her again had her spinning toward another orgasm.
Anton kneeled at the side of the bed and pulled her to him by her legs. “Spread your lips and show me that pretty clit.”
She did, as her chest heaved with unsteady breaths.
He stared at her body for a moment, his own chest rising and falling. And then he looked her in the eye. “I’m going to take you many times, Marci. I’m going to drive you to the point of exhaustion, and still you’ll beg for more. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming my name and you will have forgotten your own. And just when you think you can take no more, I’ll take you again. Tonight, I will master my beautiful little lynx.”
Swallowing through her dry throat, Marci searched her brain for a pert reply. But then Anton plunged his tongue into her pussy and all thought ceased.
Chapter 9
Early the next morning, Anton watched Marci sleep with a smile on his face. She was dead to the world. He’d felt a little guilty at first for pushing her sexually, for driving her past her physical limits when she was already so tired. However, knowing she would now get a really good sleep, he didn’t feel so badly.
She lay on her stomach, face almost buried in his pillow, tangled in his flannel sheets. Her hair fanned out over the plush bedding, like rivers of melted milk chocolate. He touched a finger to the bare shoulder peeking out of the blankets, and made gentle circles on her skin. She didn’t even move. Grinning, he hooked his finger in the top of her blanket and slowly pulled it down, exposing her body to him.
At the sight of her soft back, cushy ass, and round thighs, he hardened. Fuck, he’d never been so hard in his life. Unable to resist, he palmed her ass cheek, moaning quietly at the greedy feelings it inspired in him. He licked his lips. They’d done many things over the course of a few hours, but one day he’d show li
ttle Miss Marci exactly how many tricks he had up his sleeve. One day, he’d part these sweet ass cheeks and find a home there too. He was already salivating at the thought. He’d have to find the nearest sex store to the island. Already, he felt inspired to tease her body with a variety of interesting toys.
She’d taken all of him, every last inch. He knew he was a big man, and his size had put expressions of near fear on other women’s faces in the past. There was a part of him that always worried he’d hurt his partners. But Marci had gobbled him up; she’d accepted him as if he belonged inside her.
And somehow, he knew he did.
It was a bit much to swallow so soon. This need for her, his ever-present ache, commanded his every thought. His heart raced, a little too much for his own good. Deciding he’d better take a little break from her, before he broke her, Anton pulled the sheets up and tucked her back in. He rolled her toward him and kissed her forehead. “Baby. Are you awake?”
Her eyes cracked open. “Hmm?”
“Stay here and rest. I’ll be back shortly. There’s something I need to do.”
She closed her eyes and murmured something unintelligible.
Smiling, he kissed her again, and breathed in her scent so he could carry it with him. And then, with regretful pains in his chest, he rolled out of bed and began to dress. He kept an eye on her the whole time, feeling such warmth at the sight of her in his bed.
His tiger bolted awake, and roared its disapproval at being separated from its lynx.
“Don’t worry, you drooling beast,” Anton chastised it. “I’ll be back soon.”
He finished dressing, grabbed his keys, and headed toward the door. As he took a look back at the slumbering Marci, his heart performed a series of pings inside his chest. Stark realization hit him.
It hurt so much to leave her.
* * * *
Anton found Shawn just where he’d expected to find the teen: hovering on the edge of a group of girls down by the lake. The boy hadn’t yet learned the intricacies of subtle seduction.
He approached the picnic table where the boy was seated by himself. “Hey, Shawn. Nice morning, huh?”