Soul Bound

by Luxie Ryder

  His fingers drove me crazy, sliding across my skin and dipping in and out of my panties without moving down to where I needed them. I tore my mouth from his. “Nathan,” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward, not caring that he would know how desperately I wanted him to touch me. He didn’t make me wait a second longer and pressed his palm against my stomach to slide his hand down inside my jeans.

  When his fingers found my clit, I didn’t make a sound. Not because I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t. Sparks exploded inside my head and the breath stilled in my lungs. Nathan’s mouth latched on to my neck and he sucked my skin between his teeth. A hard spasm made my insides clench and the need to have something inside me made me almost light headed.

  Nathan’s lips pressed against my ear. “I want to be inside you, to feel how your body reacts when I touch you.”

  “Oh God. God! I need…Nathan please…” My jumbled words made no sense but when my legs opened wider and I thrust my hips against his hand, I guess it didn’t take a genius to figure out what I was asking for. The heel of his hand pressed against my bud as his fingers slid deeper between my thighs.

  I came the instant his finger slid inside my tight walls. His mouth closed over mine, swallowing my husky cries, his body holding me upright as I shuddered around him. One spasm rolled into another, each tighter and more intense than the one before.

  Nathan let go of my arms and I slumped against him, unable to do anything but cling to his shoulders and accept his kisses as the orgasm waned and my bones turned soft. His hand slid away from me and I gasped at the loss of it, missing his touch already. Before I knew what he planned to do, I was in his arms as he turned and walked into another room.

  His bedroom looked exactly the same as the living area had, at least it did in the darkness, and the same ethereal light played across the ceiling. Still breathless from what he’d done to me, I did nothing to help him as he lay me on the bed and pulled my clothes off. With anyone else, I would have felt self-conscious lying there with my legs apart, my breath coming in ragged pants and my skin glistening with sweat, but not with him. Never with Nathan. I’d waited my whole adult life for this moment and I couldn’t hide who I was from him.

  His eyes crawled over me, inch by inch, as if trying to commit me to memory. Nathan bit down on his lip and shook his head, laughing softly when he met my gaze. “I was a fool to think I could stay away.” His expression turned somber. “All those years, Jess. I wasted all those years.”

  The instinct to go to him and kiss the sadness from his face took me by surprise and I wondered if I should ask what he meant, but when Nathan reached over his head and tugged the shirt from his body, a surge of lust coursed through my blood and I forgot about his sudden change of mood. Later…we’d talk later. Right at that very moment, I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. I crawled to the edge of the bed to hook my hand into the waist of his jeans and tug him closer. On my knees before him, my nose level with his chest, I tried to give him a little of what he had given me.

  He groaned when my tongue flicked over the small, hard bud of his nipple and he buried his hands in my hair. I thrust his jeans down, sliding my hands over the dimples in his ass as I pushed the clothing over his hips and freed his long, hard cock. Nathan pulled me up against his body, just as I would have wrapped my palm around the soft steel of his erection. My disappointment evaporated when his arms closed around me, his lips slid over mine and my nipples grazed his warm, smooth chest. He stepped away to kick off his jeans and boots, his eyes never releasing mine while I waited on my knees.

  He came back to me and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back in dominant possession as he half turned me away from his body and leaned down to kiss me. His other hand trailed over my strained nipples, down my abdomen, around my hip and across my thigh to my trembling pussy. I jumped at his touch, still sensitive from the intense release I’d had only moments before, but I didn’t want him to stop.

  My hands were just as busy as his and I gave as good as I got. He kept a firm grip on my hair and trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, dropping his head to my breasts now and then to suck or nibble at them. Nathan gave a shuddering sigh when I cupped his hard penis between my palms and molded my hands around him. He gasped and pushed against me, trembling more when I gripped harder and flicked my thumb over the glistening tip of his erection. His reaction was to slide a long, thick finger inside me and press his thumb against my clit. The first warning spasm of my orgasm tugged at me and I gritted my teeth, chasing the feeling.

  “‘Come for me,” he growled into my ear, and I toppled headlong into my climax. My cries filled the room without his mouth over mine to swallow them. I managed to open my eyes for a brief second and the sight of him standing over me, his gaze riveted to my face, taking in my every reaction, gasp and moan, intensified my release.

  Nathan kissed me when the shudders wracking my body stopped, pulling me to rest against him, his hands smoothing my hair and shoulders.

  “Jess?”

  I opened my eyes at the sound of my name, confused to find him staring at me, a weird expression on his face. “Huh?” I said, because I couldn’t find the breath to say more.

  “Is this what you want?”

  I laughed until I saw he was waiting for a proper answer. “Yes Nathan. I want this very much.” I shuddered at the ripple of heat that went through me as I said the words. “Why are you asking me this now?”

  Nathan brushed his thumb across my lips and I nipped the fleshy pad, unable to resist the opportunity to lavish attention on every part of him. “I can be…persuasive.”

  “You can say that again.”

  I regretted the words as soon as I said them, sensing there was more, much more, that he needed to say and it mattered to him that I took him seriously. But he fell silent, his gaze avoiding mine. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed my cheek to his abdomen, scared to say what I was about to.

  “You can’t know how often I’ve thought about you, or being with you like this.” I looked up at his face. “It seemed as my life stopped when you left Seattle and I’ve been waiting for it to start again.”

  I knew I’d said too much but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Facing death had changed my life not once, but twice. If Nathan rejected me now, it would hurt, but not as much as living the rest of my life tortured by the idea I’d thrown away my one chance to ask for something I wanted. Waiting any longer to tell him how I felt somehow seemed ludicrous.

  Nathan simply stared at me, giving me no clue to as to how he felt about what I’d said. I tried to pull away but his arms tightened around me.

  “I never stopped loving you.” I barely heard his whispered words but I felt them right down to my soul.

  “Then why did you leave me?”

  A sob caught in my throat and the note of raw need in my voice surprised me. Love? Was that what I felt too? I’d only ever known a feeling of loss and desolation after Nathan left. I’d never applied adult thoughts to my feelings for him or experienced him as a grown woman. Realization slammed through me. Love seemed to be the only word that could sum up how much being there with him, right at that very moment, mattered to me.

  “I would never have left you through choice.”

  “But you did.”

  “Some things are beyond my control. I had to go.”

  “Because of your parents?”

  His harsh bark of laughter seemed at odds with the gentleness he had shown me so far. “If only it were that simple.”

  “The more you talk, the more confused I get,” I avoided his gaze, feeling guilty that I hadn’t been brave enough to tell him I loved him too.

  “Then let’s not talk anymore.” Nathan’s hand wandered over my breast. “Now where were we?”

  I latched on to the distraction, both out of gratitude that I wouldn’t have to think for a while, and a desperate need to have him inside me. “I don’t know where we were, but I know where
I want you now.”

  I tugged on his waist, knocking him off balance and pulling him on top of me as I lie back on the bed. Nathan braced his weight above me but didn’t move away as I opened my legs and wrapped them around his hips. I slid my hand between us and grabbed his still hard and impressive cock. The bed shook a little from the trembling in his shoulders I caused each time I ran my hands up and down his length.

  “Condom?” he asked, his teeth clenched together and his face taut with tension when I pulled on him again. Nathan leaned to one side, fumbled with the drawer in his bedside cabinet and knocked it to the ground when he dragged a small box out of it. I took over, sliding the slick latex over his rigid penis and delighting in the extra torture I inflicted on him while I made sure it was on properly.

  “Witch,” he said with a laugh and surged up over me.

  Nathan lay between my thighs, his erection resting against my pussy. All I had to do was bear down and he would be pushing into me but, desperate as I was, I waited because he seemed to want to. His hands came up to frame my face, his thumbs resting on my cheeks and his fingers buried in my hair. He held my gaze as he pushed inside me. My body bucked towards his, almost against my will, and I thrust down to meet him. My eyelids fluttered closed, all of my energy focused on the hot, hard heat sliding into me.

  “Open your eyes.”

  His husky plea cut through the fog of lust clouding my brain and I obeyed him without hesitation. My reward was witnessing proof of how much I was affecting him. Nathan’s beautiful face wore an expression of such rapturous awe that seeing it made me feel powerful and sensual. He thrust into me again, and I fought to hold his gaze as he sank in to the hilt.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and barely let him withdraw. Breathless as he rocked into me over and over again, I lifted my hips to match his movements, pushing back against him as hard as I could. My hands latched onto his hair, holding his mouth to mine, our lips locked in a kiss so intimate that I only breathed in when he breathed out. Nathan’s essence seeped into my very soul and I couldn’t taste enough of him or get close enough. When he moved his hands, my neglected flesh missed them instantly even as some new part of me thrilled at what he’d begun to do.

  Nathan rolled on to his back, taking me with him, and I reared up over him, splaying my hands against his chest as I sat on his erection.

  Nathan gasped. “God Jess! You’re so wet…so tight and wet.”

  I rode him hard and fast, frustrated and aroused in equal part. I wanted to be driving myself to orgasm above him, but I wanted his mouth on me too. When I leaned forward to kiss him, I couldn’t run my nails over his strong thighs or take him in as deeply as I needed to. I craved the feel of his hands on my hips, lifting me up and pushing me down in time with his thrusts, but I also wanted his touch on my nipples and breasts.

  Remember my touch. Feel me where you need me to be.

  I heard Nathan’s voice but I knew he couldn’t have said the words. His ragged panting had intensified, his cries echoing around the room and I realized that my brain, not my ears, had heard the command.

  Where do you need to feel me Jess? Do you want my mouth on your breasts, gently grazing your nipples with my teeth?

  “Yes…” I said out loud.

  Can you feel my fingers on your clit as I rub you hard and fast, just the way you like it?

  “Oh Nathan…Nathan!” I screamed when my inner walls began to spasm around his cock as my bud reacted to his touch. Nathan’s orgasm started too, his fingers biting into my hips as he drove me down onto his hard shaft time and time again.

  “Can you feel me?” he gasped, the muscles in his abdomen rippling and quivering beneath my hands as he surged into me again and again. I fell forward, groaning and writhing at the exquisite spasms rippling through my body, caused by his penis buried deep inside me, and the very real sensation of his fingers on my clitoris and his mouth on my breasts.

  When my orgasm subsided, leaving me weak and spent and laying on Nathan’s heaving chest, he wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair, whispering that I should sleep. And I did…for a while.

  ****

  I woke later in the deep of the night. I turned to look out through the windows but I couldn’t see the sky with all the light pollution from the city below. Dawn could not be too far away. I looked over my shoulder at Nathan. We’d moved away from each other but his arm was still around my waist, his fingers keeping a firm hold on me as if he was scared I would be gone before he woke. He was right to sense that I might wake up and realize that I should be anywhere but there. I’d lost my mind, too overwhelmed by him and too bent on satisfying the needs of my younger self to treat the situation with the skepticism and suspicion it deserved. I stared into his handsome face and knew, on some deep level, that he would never harm me. But the more I thought about the path that lead me to this moment, the more convinced I became that something very weird was going on. With those mesmerizing eyes of his hidden in sleep, I could think clearly, without the fog of lust to cloud my mind. I knew for certain that I wasn’t there beside him of my own free will, despite the fact he’d dodged my earlier questions.

  Maybe Nathan really did have the power to influence events in Seattle, the way he had in the bed we’d just shared? And if I believed that, then why wasn’t I running away from him, rather than towards him, like any sane person should? His intentions seemed noble, but that didn’t make it ok for him to interfere in my life. Sure, I was grateful to be alive and lying beside him, but a part of me knew there would be a price to pay for my stolen happiness. God probably didn’t like it very much when people lived longer than he’d intended them to.

  I stroked the dark hair sprinkled over his forearm, and my hand tingled where I touched him and my body echoed the sensation. I wanted him again and God help me, but I already knew I would never, ever get enough of him. My sulky inner teenager mentally poked her tongue out at me as if to say, “See, I told you so. It wasn’t just a silly crush.” I told her to shut up and go bug someone else - adult me needed time to think.

  Physically, Nathan was my addiction. Emotionally, I wasn’t so sure. I knew I loved him, but could I trust what my heart was telling me after such a tumultuous and life altering few weeks? I had no part in what was happening, except in my decision to come to Vegas, and I couldn’t be sure even that decision had truly been mine.

  Sliding out from under his arm, I walked around the room, gathering my things, ready to tiptoe to the other room and get dressed. The giant suite probably had a bathroom somewhere but I couldn’t risk waking him by stumbling around in the dark and getting lost in the cavernous space. I’d use the one in the lobby. As I tiptoed around the bed, clutching my clothes against my naked body, I heard him speak.

  “Don’t leave me, Jess.”

  I span around to face him, only to find he was still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his handsome face smooth and untroubled. I reached for him, only managing to control myself moments before my fingers caressed his cheek. Turning, I fled into the other room to get dressed, desperate to be somewhere, anywhere, I could be sure that I was in control of what I was thinking and feeling.

  The bellhop gave me a strange look when the elevator arrived at Nathan’s floor. This wasn’t the first time I’d done the walk of shame but it was the first time one so young and looked at me with so much disgust on his face. His body blocked the entrance to the elevator and I moved forward in anticipation of him stepping to one side, but he didn’t move.

  “You can’t leave, Jessica.”

  Chapter Three

  How did he know my name? I didn’t remember Nathan saying it in front of him. Besides, he would have called me Jess. The hairs on my neck stood on end and I sensed danger. Without knowing the layout of the hotel, I couldn’t turn tail and run for the stairs and, as I didn’t know what this kid was up to, I didn’t want to run back to Nathan and put him in harm’s way too.

  A calm acceptance settle
d over me. I’d known there would be a price to pay for Nathan’s interference in my destiny. Had the Ferryman come for me so soon?

  The cop in me stared back at the young man, my gaze unflinching. “I suggest you do your job and take me down to the lobby.”

  He grabbed my arm. “You cannot leave. Elias has been waiting for you.”

  “Get your hands off me. I’m an off duty cop, you moron.” The guy laughed, unimpressed by my bluster. He dragged me back to Nathan’s door, pushing it open with a sense of ownership that instantly made me doubt he was a lowly hotel employee.

  “Elias, if you have harmed a hair on her head, I will destroy you and anyone who conspired with you against my wishes!”

  The barely suppressed fury in Nathan’s voice carried from the bedroom across to me and the guy in the main living area. The hand on my arm shook and the grip loosened for a moment before tightening again, as if the bellhop had temporarily lost his nerve. He hesitated at the bedroom door, looking at me uncertainly, as if expecting me to tell him he was doing the right thing.

  “Bring her in,” a voice I didn’t recognize said.

  I surged forward, almost dragging my captor into the room behind me. Fear of the unknown was outweighed by the dread of what might be happening to Nathan. I cursed the captain for taking my gun when he’d suspended me.

  Four men in dark robes with hoods that hid their faces held Nathan’s naked form back when he leapt towards the guy holding me. “Get your filthy hands off her,” he warned, his voice vibrating with anger. The boy released me immediately.

  “You can go,” said another man, dressed the same as the others but standing off to one side, watching over the proceedings. The bellhop ran from the room after sending a pleading nervous glance at Nathan, and raising his palms as if to beg forgiveness.