by Lora Leigh
As he laid her back on the bed and undressed her then himself, he knew the past had nothing to do with this. Emily was his future.
"I'm going to love you to exhaustion today," he told her. "When night falls, you'll have no choice but to sleep."
He gripped the stalk of his cock, his fingers curling around it as her gaze dropped, her hot little tongue swiping over her swollen lips. Her blue eyes were darkening, heating as she shifted on the mattress, her thighs parting.
And Kell's gaze was drawn lower. Over tight hard nipples to paradise. To soft creamy flesh glistening with the sweet juices that drew his tongue like a magnet and a hard little clit peeking from the folds with shy hunger.
"It might be hard to exhaust me," she whispered then. "I've been waiting for you a long time, Kell."
"Ah chère, no longer than I've dreamed of this." He stroked his cock, letting the anticipation rise, feeling the heat of her gaze on the hard flesh as it tightened further, a drop of creamy precum beading at the tip.
He watched as her gaze narrowed on the little pearl of liquid before she rose to her knees, moving with such grace and sensual intent that she stole his breath.
What little oxygen was left in his lungs whooshed out as her tongue curled over the head of his cock, drawing the silky fluid into her before her mouth covered the swollen head.
"Bébé," he groaned, his voice harsh. "Hell yes, suck it deep."
She was drawing him along her tongue, filling her mouth with his flesh as the head of his cock throbbed in eager anticipation.
He loosened his fingers, sliding them deep into the cascade of auburn waves that framed her face, pulling it back and watching her lips as they stretched around his flesh and sucked him into the pleasure-rich depths of her mouth.
"Emily, sweet." He let his senses go, let them fill with the sight and feel of her as she brought him more pleasure than he had ever known.
His balls drew tight along the base of his shaft, the pleasure of it washing up his spine and sizzling through his scalp with never-ending pulses of hot, electric sensation.
She did this to him every time she touched him. Weakened his knees with a pleasure that he never knew he could experience. She filled his head with thoughts of a future and his body with a lust that nearly brought him to his knees.
Tightening his fingers in her hair he pulled her back, grimacing in pleasure at the drag of her lips over his flesh and the sheen of moisture from her mouth that now coated his cock.
He pulled the swollen crest free, his jaw tightening at the exquisite pleasure of her tongue licking over it and her moan of denial vibrating around it.
Holding her head back, he stared into the velvety depths of eyes so blue they mesmerized him. Gripping his erection, he placed it at her lips once again, sank in, then pulled free as he tensed against the need to fuck her mouth until he'd spilled every drop of semen torturing his balls into the heated depths.
"You're playing with me," she moaned as her fingers slid over his thighs then moved in to wrap around the base of the heavy shaft. "That's not nice, Kell."
"Fucking your mouth should be done slow and easy," he drawled, holding her head back with the thick strands of her hair. "It should be savored, chère. Such sweet pleasure should never be rushed."
He watched her eyes dilate and darken at the thick Cajun accent he couldn't hide when he was with her. It rumbled from his chest, as much a part of him as his upbringing had been.
"I shouldn't be teased either." She was breathing harder as he tucked his cock at her lips once more, watching her eyes flutter closed, feeling her hands tighten at the base as he pressed forward once again.
Slowly. He eased inside the wet heat of her mouth, feeling her tongue lick and stroke against the sensitive underside, feeling one slender palm cup his balls as the other hand began to stroke the shaft as he moved his own fingers.
He gave her her head, watching in ecstasy as she began to suckle his dick with sweet abandon. His hands caressed her head rather than pulling it back, sifting through the silk of her hair, touching her cheek, the shell of her ears, desperate to touch her in any way as she gave him a pleasure that he could never describe. A pleasure he would kill to preserve.
"Ah, sweet Emily," he whispered. "Such a hot, sweet mouth. A wicked little tongue." The wicked tongue in question was lashing at his cock head with each slow move of her mouth. It curled beneath the throbbing crest and undulated against the underside with a ripple of fiery pleasure.
If he wasn't careful, he would spill himself between her lips, and that wasn't what he wanted, for either of them. He needed to be inside her when his release came. To feel the hot pulse of his semen as her pussy contracted around him.
He would have preferred to feel her without the protection of the condom, but it wasn't a risk he could take again. Not yet. God help him, he couldn't take her to that party with the risk that she could have conceived his child.
"Enough, Emily," he groaned as he felt the cum bubbling in his balls. The sac was so tight, drawn so close to his body that he was in agony.
Pulling back, he eased from her grip, his back teeth hurting with the need to fuck. To take her. Possess her. To mark as his forever.
Instead, his lips caught hers as he moved over her, pressing her to the bed and filling his senses with the scent of feminine arousal and the sound of muted whimpers echoing in her throat.
His sweet little fox.
His hands caressed her arms, gripping her wrists to pull them above her head as he plundered her lips with a hunger that would have shocked him at any other time.
He wasn't taking her gently, but he needed to. He wanted to. The hunger was rising inside him like a storm gone wild, pummeling at his control as he fought to touch and to taste as much of her as possible.
"Kell—" The soft, needy cry that fell from her lips as he moved to taste the sensitive flesh of her neck had a shudder racing through him.
She was slightly damp with the heat raging inside her, and he could taste the sweet perfection of her in the curve of her neck, over her collarbone.
Sweet, swollen breasts rose sharply, her nipples tight and flushed with the need to be touched. To be tasted.
With a hungry groan he filled his mouth with one tight bud, his tongue curling around it as he cupped the flushed mound with his hand.
Each lash of his tongue had her jerking against him, pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth as she arched against him. Her thigh rubbed against his swollen cock, pulling a groan from his chest as he moved from one nipple to the next. Her response to his hungry suckling whipped through him.
If he didn't touch more of her, taste more of her, then he was going to go insane from the need. Control? He scoffed at the thought of it as his lips moved down her torso with hungry kisses and quick flicks of his tongue. Each caress whipped through her, jerking her against him, assuring him of her pleasure.
"I need to taste." He nipped at the smooth skin of her hip. "To bury my mouth in your pussy and grow drunk from the taste. You're like the smoothest whiskey, sweet and hot and so damned potent you steal my mind."
He spread her thighs, moving quickly between them as he gazed up at her, filled his senses with the sight of her, arms outstretched on the bed, her fingers clenching into the blankets as her head tipped back in pleasure.
He ran his fingers through the wet slit and she moaned and arched. He opened the fragile folds slowly, the soft inner flesh glistening with its layer of syrup, and a ragged plea tore from her throat.
When his head lowered and he drew in the first taste of her, Kell let the hunger have him. He licked around her clit as his hands wrapped beneath her thighs and lifted them, pushing them close to her chest and tilting the flushed, soaked flesh closer to his mouth. Holding her thighs steady he parted them further, his gaze held by the folds opening, revealing the delicate entrance to the mysterious flesh beyond.
It was a mystery his tongue was determined to solve. The first thrust had her taste explod
ing through his senses. Sweet, stormy, tinted with the taste of honey and fire, and as intoxicating as any moonshine he had ever consumed as a young man.
She drugged his senses. She rocked his mind. And she owned his soul.
He fucked her with his tongue, feeling the tight grip of her pussy as she tried to arch closer, the feel of her fingers plunging into his hair as he thrust his tongue deep inside her.
Rapid, furious thrusts had her body writhing beneath his hold and her juices flowing to his tongue with an abundance that had him groaning in sheer ecstasy.
Delicate tissue clenched around his tongue with a ferocity that had his dick jerking, demanding ease. Sweat poured from his body, dampened hers, and filled the air with steamy hunger as he quickly lifted his head and moved over her.
He had pushed as far as he dared. Reaching out to the bedside table, he jerked a condom from the drawer, quickly sheathed the raging flesh of his cock, and in one smooth stroke buried himself inside her.
Heat. God, so hot and tight. His balls flexed as they pressed against her wet flesh and his cock flexed in primal warning as the tight grip of her pussy sent his senses into sensory overload.
He couldn't hold back. Straining with the effort to bring her to release before he found his own, Kell began to move with tempered speed. Easy strokes. Containing the agonizing need to give in to the release straining through his body.
Beneath him, Emily was jerking, arching, fighting the hold he had on her thighs as her hands moved to his shoulders, the little nails biting into his flesh as he pumped his cock inside her.
She was tightening on him. Her voice filled with consuming lust as he felt her flesh ripple around him, clenching, spasming, before a keening cry left her lips and she exploded around him.
"Fuck, yes. Come for me," he groaned. "So tight. So hot. Sweet baby, I'm going to fuck you until we're both dying from it."
Her release shredded the last of his control. His hips hammered into hers, thrusting his cock inside her with rapid jackhammer strokes that parted the spasming flesh that fought to hold him inside her.
He gritted his teeth. His head shook in desperate denial, but holding back his own release was impossible.
He didn't know what he said, words were spilling from his lips as he pumped inside her, feeling his cock erupt and his cum spurt heavily from his body.
All he knew was the heat and the hunger, the release and the desperation.
"Je t'aime. I love you. Bébé. My sweet—so sweet."
He came over her, still buried inside her, fighting to breathe as his arms surrounded her and his lips were buried in her neck.
"My precious. My life," he groaned at her neck, hearing her voice at his ear, gasping cries of love.
"... mine." The keening cry of possession that fell from her lips was accompanied by her sharp little teeth biting into his shoulder and sending another flare of heat tearing through his body.
"We're not finished," he groaned at her neck, stringing sharp little kisses beneath her ear.
"Chère, by no means are we finished." He was still hard, still hungry.
He pulled free, resheathed his still hard cock before pulling her to him and lifting her into his arms as he sat on his knees, impaling her once again on his thick cock.
Her eyes widened, then turned slumberous again as her arms wrapped around him, and she leaned back just enough to give herself leverage before she began riding him.
"Fuck, yes," he growled. "Fuck me, ma bien-aimée." He whispered an endearment he had never used, had never allowed to slip past his lips. His sweet. His darling. "Ça c'est bon, so good. Ride me hard." He gripped her hips, urging her on, feeling the tight clasp of her pussy and the heat surrounding him as he lost himself in possessing her once again.
He watched her as she rode him, her legs clasped around his hips, her torso arched, pushing her breasts to him, sweet hard nipple drawing his mouth as he held her, fucked her, lost himself in her.
"Ma bien-aimée—my beloved."
They exploded together, his harsh exclamation mixing with her cries as they fell to the bed amid tangled limbs and sweat-soaked flesh.
"Give me a minute," he groaned, boneless, barely able to breathe. "We'll go again, eh amoureuse?" His sweetheart. She was his soul.
The soft, defiant snort drew a grin to his lips.
"Touch me, die," she muttered, her pussy flexing around his cock as she held him inside her.
"Die if I don't," he muttered, barely able to withdraw and collapse to his side before drawing her against him. "Might need some food first."
Her murmur, neither encouraging nor denying had a grin tugging at his lips. "You're cooking, right?"
"You're dreaming," she mumbled.
Yes, he was. Of her. Always of her.
He drew her closer, letting her drape over his chest with a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes for a quick nap. Just a little one, before he fixed them both something with enough protein to see them through the day. Tonight, she would sleep. Sexual exhaustion could do wonders for the nightmares, he knew. And he would see that no nightmares came calling. That tonight she would sleep, because tomorrow they would both need all their senses rested. Tomorrow, they would face her demons.
* * *
Judas stared at the secured cell phone in his hand and the message that he had only to click a single button to send. Just one movement of his thumb, and it would be over. He had made his choice two years before; he didn't know why he was second-guessing it now. After years of ignoring the truth, the knowledge that this day would come, he had accepted there was no chance of fighting it any longer.
But still, he hesitated.
He had accepted his father's demand days ago. He would take his place within the cartel in exchange for Mr. White, Emily's safety, and most especially in exchange for Nathan.
He wiped his hand over his face at the thought of Nathan. The one man who had known the truth about him and had never told it, never judged him for it.
The message waited. He had already agreed, there was no reason to hold back now. All was laid in place and his father was giving him Mr. White on a silver platter. All he had to do was this one last thing. Just send this final message. The message that would lead Macey to him within a matter of days. But it would also finish this final battle between the men of Durango Team and Mr. White. White would be history.
He pushed send, closed the phone, and sat back to stare into the darkness of the room surrounding him. He hoped it was worth it. That the choice he'd made would eventually reap the rewards he dreamed of. And oh, how he dreamed. But lately, he had begun dreaming of more as well. Of gray eyes and long black hair. A hidden smile and a woman's whisper of desire. He was throwing that away and he knew it.
Judas. The betrayer. That's how he would be seen, and he could deal with it. He just had to remember that the rewards were worth it. He had to keep the rewards in sight. Otherwise, the secrets would kill him.
Chapter Twenty-four
The Andover ball was in full swing when the limo passed through the heavy gates of the Alabama plantation. Ivy-draped trees lined the drive that circled around the front of the house and heavy shadows flickered among the landscaping lights positioned around the grounds.
The house itself was brightly lit, with guests lingering outside as well as around the grounds. The band positioned in the gardens behind the house could be heard from the front; the subtle jazz-influenced tunes were at once soothing and darkly sensual as they filtered through the night.
Many of the guests stood on the wide front landing where the double doors were thrown open; subtle shaded lighting cast a golden glow on the front lawn, giving the milling guests an ethereal look.
Ball gowns mingled with sheaths and ultrashort designer dresses. The men wore tuxedos, and many were in uniform, though Kell and Ian had opted to wear dress suits instead. It was easier to hide the hardware, Kell had told her.
Beneath her bronze silk dress and stiff petticoat, Emily wor
e her thigh holster and weapon, though she had opted to leave the dagger in her drawer because the petticoats kept snagging on the wood handle.
Nerves fluttered in her stomach as the limo came to a smooth stop and she inhaled roughly to draw in courage.
Macey had received another message from Judas late the night before, informing him that all parties would definitely be in place and the attempt to kidnap her was proceeding as planned.
"Stay close, love," Kell muttered as the Secret Service chauffeur came around the limo to open her door. "We have you covered."