by Lexi Post
She closed her thighs tight against further drying. “I’m good.”
He shook his head though he didn’t meet her gaze, focusing on her calves instead. “It’s important you’re dry. Wetness conducts the cold air.”
At the moment, she couldn’t believe she’d ever be cold again. “Believe me, I’m quite hot.”
His brow furrowed and he lifted the back of his hand to her forehead.
She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. He couldn’t be that clueless. He had to be joking, but as he took his hand away, there was no lightness in his features.
“You don’t have a fever. You’re warm from bathing.” He moved behind the chair she sat in and undid the towel around her hair.
If he wasn’t taking such great care of her, she’d give him a piece of her mind. Her body was ready for sex, but despite his erection, he seemed oblivious.
He towel-dried her hair then walked past her to a shelf on the wall between the kitchen counter and the equipment area. Above it was a triangular piece of a mirror maybe a foot in length that she hadn’t noticed before.
Sas removed something from the shelf before heading toward her.
Did he not know how hot he was? He obviously thought his scars should be hidden, but his body was muscle in motion. People thought the statue of David in Florence was inspiring, but that had nothing on Sas.
Not only was Sas not a statue, but his movement was so smooth that he practically glided, the muscles in clear definition as he strode across the room. In seconds, he was behind her chair, and she hid her disappointment at not being able to see him.
When a comb started through her hair, she widened her eyes. The man thought of everything. As with her body, he combed every strand on her head and then did it again. Either he was a little anal or he liked her hair. Of course, that meant he liked her body and hadn’t just washed every inch of her because he was someone who had to be thorough. She grinned.
“Your hair is almost dry. If you’re still warm, I suggest not donning any clothes until tomorrow. It will be better for your circulation.”
Now he was talking her language. He came around to her side, but before she could ask him what was next, he lifted her once again.
She got her arm around his neck and held on as he lowered her to the bed. As he bent over her, she lifted her face to his and kissed him again, confident from his constant erection that he was definitely interested.
For a split second, he opened his mouth and his tongue pushed inside hers. At its forceful entrance, pleasure swept over her, and she moaned.
He pulled away quickly, but ever careful of her hands, and stalked toward the door.
“Sas? Where are you going?”
He jerked the door open as if she’d angered him. “I decline to answer.” The door slammed shut.
Shoot, now what had she done? He’d made her hotter than a cat in heat then walked out on her? For the first time, she was more than frustrated. She was pissed.
When he came back inside, she would lay it all out there. She wanted to have sex with him and since she couldn’t do much about it, he better. She just had to hold on to her anger until he returned.
She smirked. That shouldn’t take long. He’d just left the cabin stark naked with what had to be, at this point, a painful hard-on.
CHAPTER TEN
He stood on the porch, desperate to control the raging need inside him, but it was no use. He’d pushed himself to his limit while bathing Angel, and her kiss broke him.
Striding off the porch, he turned toward the incline of his mountain and lay down face first in the snow. The coolness of it was noticeable, but it did little to tamp down his need to release.
Rolling over, he brought his hand to his cock, stroking it quickly. Even as he stared at the clouds gathering in the sky, his body bowed as his seed flowed over his tip and into his moving hand.
It left him wanting.
He sat up and cleaned himself with the snow. Washing Angel had been ecstasy and torture all at once. Her body was so different from his and every erogenous zone written about in the books he’d read was far more pleasing to him than the last.
It was one thing to read and look at pictures, but to feel a woman’s body, in particular Angel’s, was a new experience. She was soft everywhere as if made to embrace his hard lines. If he were a man, he wouldn’t hesitate to take what she offered.
If he were a man.
The age-old anger against Victor reared its ugly head, the one that sent him down the dark path of revenge. He must be strong against it. The ramifications of his crimes were too hard to live with even now. If he took Angel, all hope for redemption would be lost.
Unless…hope, that new and fragile concept, rose to spite him. Unless it was what she wanted. Her interest in him was obvious from her questions to her kisses. What if pleasing her was the way to peace. Is that not what he’d been doing?
No, he’d been healing her. Saving her from death’s grasping hands. That is what fate wanted. Did fate also want him to please her? Make her happy?
And when she left? His chest tightened. When she left, it would cause a pain like none he’d ever experienced. He thought he’d hurt when his mate was destroyed, but it would be nothing compared to Angel’s departure.
Would he then be trading one torture for another?
He spread his legs out and leaned back on his hands, trying to feel the cold of the snow, the chill of the air, even the moisture of the clouds. It was there, sensations, but only shadows of what they’d once been. In another hundred years, would he feel anything?
The thought sent panic racing through him. There was very little he feared now, but the inability to feel was one. This might be his only chance to know what it was like to be with a woman. As the thought took hold, it grew stronger by the second.
He jumped to his feet and strode to his outdoor shower. He would feel while he still could. Opening the lever, he washed quickly, then skipped the steps all together as he jumped onto the porch.
He opened the door with such force, it banged against the wall. “I want you.”
Angel’s eyes rounded in obvious surprise then a shy smile formed on her lips. “I want you, too.”
A tightness around his chest eased, and he closed the door. Grabbing his towel from its hook, he dried himself as he stalked to the bed. He moved the chair out of the way and stared at her mouth.
Her tongue came out to lick her lips, and his cock jumped to attention.
His decision made, he was anxious now to fulfill it. Reaching down, he whipped the quilt from the bed and on to the floor.
“Oh.” At her exclamation, he scanned her face, but saw no fear.
Moving to the end of the bed, he kicked his clothes chest out of the way. He stood there savoring the sight of his Angel. Her long legs, the patch of short blonde pubic hair that hid what he’d only touched through cloth. Her wide hips that tapered into her waist. Her plump breasts that fascinated him with their softness and even now, hard nipples. Her slender neck made his lips itch to kiss the skin there and her mouth called to his tongue.
The flush in her cheeks gave her a healthy glow she was now capable of, and he risked a quick look in her eyes, the green within them almost as dark as pine needles. Even her golden hair seemed to call out to him, asking him to touch it.
He couldn’t resist. He climbed onto the bed and pushed her legs wide, careful not to touch her feet. Moving forward, he knelt between her knees.
She raised her arms. “I wish I could touch you.”
“And I’m glad you can’t. I want to enjoy every moment and your touch would require I rush.”
She licked her lips. “I don’t think you could go too fast for me right now.”
He shook his head, but didn’t answer. Running his hands over her ribs, he cupped her breasts. They were full and warm and round, a texture like nothing on his own body and far more beautiful than the whore’s he’d held last century.
He let his thumb
stroke across the nipples and watched in fascination as they hardened more, wrinkling the skin of the areolas. Her body responded so quickly to his touch. They were connected.
But for how long?
He pushed the thought aside. Now was what mattered. She was what mattered. Lowering his head, he held one breast up with his hand and flicked at the hard nub with his tongue. It grew even harder, like his cock felt. He circled the nipple, listening to Angel’s breathing.
Gently, he scraped his teeth across either side of her nipple and her breath caught. She liked that. Taking it between his teeth again, he rolled it.
Angel’s moan of pleasure, urged him on. He sucked on her breast, rolling the nub with his tongue as her body bowed in response. Slowly, he increased his sucking until small squeals came from the back of her throat.
Letting go of that breast, he sat back on his haunches, waiting for her to regain regular breathing.
“What are you waiting for?” She sounded anxious.
“You.”
“Me? I’m ready whenever you are. Can’t you tell?”
Actually, he could. Her nipples had lost a little of their hardness, so he grasped them both between his forefingers and thumbs and pinched them lightly. He let go to see his handy work. That was better. He liked them like that, as excited as she was.
He pinched them a little harder and was rewarded with another moan. He rolled each nub between his fingers, and yet another moan issued forth as her legs against him widened even farther and she bent her knees.
He looked down at the shadowed area. This is where they differed the most, and he wanted to see it.
Stepping back onto the floor, he grabbed the lantern and hooked it on a nail in the wall near the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Angel lifted her head up to watch him.
“I want to see you.”
“Oh.”
He climbed back on the bed, pleased that she didn’t shy away from being viewed. When he knelt between her legs again, he noticed her nipples had softened. Immediately, he rolled them again, loving her intake of breath and the look of her breasts with their hard points.
Leaning over, he gave one breast attention with his mouth, sucking it before biting lightly. When it was a good hardness, he pulled back and moved his gaze to between Angel’s legs. Pink folds covered in a moist shine greeted him. He frowned. “You’re still wet.”
“Of course, I am. You made me wet.”
But he had dried her. He’d been very careful about that. He tried to remember all he had read on sexual intercourse, but his mind didn’t seem to be functioning that well. Using his index fingers, he spread apart her folds to find her entrance. As her opening was revealed, he looked at his cock.
He was not human. They might not fit.
Disappointment brushed over him, and he swallowed hard. If that was the case, he needed to make sure she had her pleasure first, so she wouldn’t be disappointed. Stroking along the wet folds, he pushed his large finger into her opening, pleased when it spread for him.
“Oh yes.” Angel’s words were barely a whisper.
He glanced up at her face and found her eyes closed, which gave him the chance to watch her reactions. He pulled his finger back out slowly, the suction on it causing his balls to tighten. It glistened in the lantern light.
Instinctually, he put it in his mouth and sucked off the wetness. He closed his eyes at the intimate taste of Angel, a primal urge to mate tightening his gut. When he withdrew his finger and opened his eyes, he found her staring at him, her mouth slightly open. Then she licked her lips, and he stifled a groan.
Breaking their eye contact, he slid his finger inside her again. Her tummy sucked in with her breath. When he retracted his finger this time, he spread the juices over her hard nub at the top of her folds, what he’d read was the clitoris. This was supposed to be of particular excitement for women and Angel’s moan confirmed it.
Bringing his finger back to her opening, he added another to test the flexibility of her female sheath. As his two fingers slid inside with no resistance, his own breath caught. Angel’s eyes were closed once again, a sign she enjoyed it. After pulling his fingers out, he repeated his attention to her apex nub.
When she started to pant, he ran his fingers back to her sheath. Holding his breath, this time, he slowly pushed three fingers inside, the moist canal fitting around them like a tight glove. Angel moaned loudly, and his entire groin caught fire.
Lowering his head, he left his fingers inside as he licked at the moisture he’d spread over her clit. Her moans increased and her hips rose against his face.
She was close to fulfillment. The knowledge gave him confidence, and he began to ease his fingers out then push them back in as he continued to lick.
Angel’s raspy squeals of pleasure filled his ears and caused his cock to leak. He refused to yield to his own need until she was happy. He increased the rhythm of his fingers, pushing harder, gauging her reactions.
Her hips bucked as if she were close but it wasn’t enough. Without thought, he took the clit inside his mouth and sucked.
“Yes!” Angel’s yell filled the cabin.
Her legs tried to close against his, so he pushed his fingers deep and held them there while he continued his suction.
Her yell fell to a loud groan and finally pants, her hips not pulling away from his mouth. He let go of her nub, but didn’t remove his fingers.
He sat up and watched as she came down from her pleasure, her tummy rising and falling in fewer beats, her hard nipples softening. Her cheeks were a deep red in the muted light making her even more desirable.
Finally, her eyelids fluttered open and a soft smile curved her lips. “That was wonderful.”
He forced his gaze away, afraid she’d see the need in his eyes and fear it. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
“But you need to enjoy, too.”
At her invitation, he was thankful his fingers still filled her sheath because the urge to ram his cock deep into her body almost overwhelmed him. He gritted his teeth to keep himself immobile.
“Sas, kiss me?” The uncertainty in her voice helped him pull his thoughts from his body to her.
“Why?”
“I want to feel closer to you.”
Her words burrowed into his heart. He dared to look in to her eyes, and the caring in them spoke to long-buried yearnings. Even as he stretched forward onto one elbow to do her bidding, he knew the risk he took, but ignored the warnings in his head.
As his lips touched hers, she opened her mouth in invitation. It was permission to take what he needed. He swept his tongue inside and tasted every part of her.
Her soft moan as her tongue tangled with his heightened his awareness. He curled his fingers inside her sheath and her body pressed upward against him, her soft breasts flattening into his chest.
The craving to be inside her grew stronger than his will. He slipped his fingers from her and her cry of disappointment almost broke what little control he had. He brought his other hand up and held her head steady as he plundered her mouth.
Her hips rose and undulated, pressing her mons against his cock. He may be stronger than any man, but at her urging, he caved. He let go of her mouth and lifted his hips. Burying his hands in her hair, he turned her head to the side and kissed her neck.
Pulling his body back, he rubbed his chest over her breasts and licked at her jaw. His cockhead found her opening and pressed at it. He lifted his head as he breathed in the minty scent and musk that surrounded him, his need to thrust forward freezing him.
“Please.” She spoke to the wall as he still held her head to the side, but her request scraped away all but the vestiges of his control.
His body strained against his mind and his cockhead pressed into her sheath. It was tight. So tight.
As if she understood his need, she rolled her hips upward and wrapped her legs around him. Her sheath moved against him and he slipped farther in. Still, he held himse
lf back because to let go would be to hurt her. He’d never hurt her.
Her legs pushed on his back, beckoning him inside. Slowly, painfully, he inched forward, his body straining at his control. Her legs squeezed harder, begging him to fill her. He slid deeper until he could go no farther.
Taking deep breaths, he tried to regulate his breathing, but it wouldn’t slow. He moved her head to face him. Her eyes were open. She mouthed a single word as her lips quirked up on one side. Enjoy.
The permission in her eyes, the utter trust in him, and the offering of her body for his fulfillment broke his control.
As Sas bumped against her cervix, she felt her sheath flood with her juices. She was so ready for him. For the first time in her life, she released control over the lovemaking. Sas was a wild-man, elemental in his simplicity. Her instinct said allow him to have his way and let go. Let him be the primal man he was, and she would love being all woman.
The intensity in his eyes was almost hard to meet, but when she gave up that final control, it bored into her as if tying her to the bed. Then his mouth came down on hers and took what she gave willingly at the same time his hips lifted. Up and up and up.
His first thrust sent a jolt through her like an electric shock. It brought her to the very edge of an orgasm. His next thrust sent her over into intense bliss, but instead of bursting and fizzling out, his next thrust brought her higher, lighting up her insides like fire.
His tongue ravished her mouth as he held her head where he wanted it while his hips pumped into her hard, thrust after thrust, riding her as if he might never come.
But he did and as he flooded her with his ecstasy, he ripped his mouth away and shouted his joy, which was but an echo in her ears as her own yell burst from her core and into the evening air.
She’d closed her eyes at the power and length of her orgasm. Letting go obviously had its rewards. At the feel of Sas’ forehead touching hers, she smiled. “That was amazing.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She shook her head, causing him to raise his own. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, but he avoided her gaze and kissed her cheek.