IntimateEnemy

by Jocelyn Modo

  An excited blush burned her cheeks. More than a little curious as to what this particular portion of his anatomy would feel like naked and cradled in her hand, she bit her bottom lip and gave him a gentle press and rub through the soft material of his trousers.

  His lips parted on a hiss of breath. His nostrils flared.

  “If you are attempting to distract me from the fact that you rejected me as your intimate—it’s working.”

  “We rejected each other.” She cupped him, reveling in the power that pulsed against her palm.

  “Stupid us,” he said.

  Azure tilted her head back and laughed, joy shattering her anxiety. Never in all her girlhood daydreams had she anticipated that bonding with her intimate would be so soul piercing, so ecstatically intense, so bruisingly beautiful.

  And this was just the start.

  Through the tears that gathered in her eyes, she watched what she could only describe as a sappy smile transform her intimate’s face from harshly hot to sinfully stunning. Gods, if it were possible to stop the passage of time, she could spend the rest of her life describing the blissful bleed of her emotions as she fell in love.

  Lone kissed the corner of her mouth and nibbled at her lips, tasting her, teasing her until she’d pressed herself so tightly against his powerful, masculine body that they were touching from shoulder to thigh.

  Any closer and he’d be inside her.

  And that’s exactly what I want,she thought as he wrapped his arms around her.

  They fit. Their minds, hearts and spirits slid into place.

  Sensing him on every level, she felt his honor, his innate goodness, the purity of his soul, which called to her, drew her to him so that they met in the unseen universe as well as the seen.

  His face, a perfectly proportioned work of masculine lines, wore a day’s growth of blue-black beard that rasped wonderfully against her flushed skin as he nibbled at her ear and neck.

  She shivered. Her breasts grew heavy, needy.

  “Kitchka,” he breathed into her hair. “You are so soft. So sweet.”

  The rational part of her wanted to run, but she was already connecting with him, her trinity-of-being linking with his to create an unbreakable chain as he smoothed his hands up and down her back to soothe her as if he sensed her fear.

  She closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel what it meant to belong, to be cared for. A rush of pure need licked up her body and she groaned.

  Gods unseen, she wanted to possess and be possessed by him, to stay in his arms forever, to fall back onto the bed and delight in his weight on top of her, to experience every pleasure said to be found with an intimate.

  “I want you,” she said, feeling brave.

  “You have me.” He pulled her silky shirt off over her head, lowered her breast-band and dropped his head to take first one nipple then the other into his mouth.

  Azure gasped, groaning as she clutched his shoulders. Her legs shook, threatening to give out. In tune with her, Lone turned them and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled her down so that she straddled his legs.

  His mouth still working her breasts, he slid a hand inside her trousers. He cupped her bottom and slid his fingers lower until he felt her cream moistening her inner thighs. He released her breasts to say, “You’re this wet for me already?”

  Blushing, she buried her face against his chest.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, Azure.”

  She peered up at his intense face in time to watch as he brought his glossy fingers up to his mouth to taste her.

  “I can’t express how happy it makes me that you want me.”

  Any answer she might have found was lost when Lone stopped tasting her on his fingers to sample her lips. He licked inside her mouth and deepened their kiss until it was a true mating of mouths. He thrust his tongue, driving her passion higher and higher so she barely noticed his quick, decisive hands stripping off her remaining clothing.

  He laid her down on the bed and burned her with his gaze as he undressed. She was breathless by the time he joined her, shaking with anticipation and need.

  As if in a dream, the room, all hard metal and harsh light, blurred into a soft symphony of colors and textures as anticipation grew.

  He moved slowly, touching her gently, kissing her softly. She whimpered, begging for more. Reaching between them, she ran her nails over the hard, tawny skin of his stomach, down between his legs where she gently took him in her hand and learned him by touch.

  He growled and bucked against her palm. Her desire to have him inside her turned to unbearable need. Opening her legs wide, she guided him to her entrance. Her eyes slammed shut and she shuddered at the feel of the large, bulbous head of his cock pressing against her pussy.

  She thrust up to take him inside her but encountered his hand, which suddenly blocked their joining. Tears of frustration, of rejection stung her eyes.

  He didn’t want her, didn’t want to join their bodies, didn’t want to complete the first of the three links of bonding. She twisted away, letting her hair fall over her face to mask her tears.

  “Kitchka,look at me.” He swept her hair aside and kissed her cheek as he fingered her between her thighs. “I only stopped you because your body isn’t prepared to accept mine.”

  She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying in vain to prevent her tears from escaping, spilling over her nose to wet the white sheets. Of course it was her fault. Something was wrong with her body, something that prevented her intimate from joining with her.

  Lone shifted so he could lay his head down beside hers and kiss the tip of her tear-wet nose. “There is nothing wrong with you. As your intimate, it is my honor and pleasure to prepare your body to receive mine.” He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “Give me your trust, Azure, I’ll make things right between us. I promise.”

  She met his dark eyes and saw only honesty and devotion. At her nod of agreement, he stretched out beside her. Lone gave her a deep, intense kiss. His tongue probed her mouth, teased and tempted her. Her arms went around his broad shoulders and she sank her nails into the skin at the back of his neck. When she was breathless, he left her mouth to kiss his way down her throat and then on to her breasts where he nipped and sucked at her nipples.

  In a gruff voice, he said, “So sweet. Your nipples feel perfect against my tongue.”

  When he kissed his way down her soft tummy and lowered his head so that his mouth hovered mere inches over her pussy, she trembled in expectation of his next move. Would he kiss her clit? Suck and lick at her most intimate places like he had at her breasts?

  The idea made her moan and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the wanton sound.

  “Azure?” She opened her eyes and peered down at the titillating sight of Lone braced between her legs. A slow smile made his mouth look soft as he said, “Please don’t deny me the sound of your pleasure. I live to make you sigh and moan.”

  He parted her feminine folds and lowered his head. Just the feel of his hot breath as it rushed over her ultrasensitive flesh made her cry out. He lifted his head and arched an eyebrow at the sight of her hand still stifling her mouth.

  Dropping her hand away, Azure let her intimate hear just how much he pleased her.

  The sounds of pleasure Azure made were like erotic gifts to Lone. Never had he wanted to please a female so badly. Never had a female pleased him so easily.

  Pearly pre-cum already seeped from the slit on the head of his throbbing cock. He wanted to sink into her sweet little pussy and feel her tighten around him as he gripped her ass and pounded into her. But she was innocent, her body ignorant of the demands he wanted to make. Not that it was any hardship to pleasure her body. Just the opposite.

  Everything about her, from her kiss-swollen lips, to her wide eyes, to her restless hips, had him hypnotized.

  His conscience, that annoying voice bitching inside his head, warned him away from her, told him that a Vitca innocent like Azure would not and should not want anythi
ng to do with one of the leaders of the union movement. Associating with him was dangerous, and the last thing he wanted to do was to place his intimate in danger.

  Yet down to his bones—hell, down to his cells—he knew they were meant to be.

  He sucked her little clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against the peak. She shuddered and groaned. Her hips came off the bed as she rocked against his mouth, completely within the moment, completely within his hold.

  She was his, this wide-eyed innocent with a backbone made of steel. Oh yes, he could feel her tenacity, her resolve. She was here on a mission and he, her intimate, might sideline her temporarily, but in the end she would meet her goal with or without him by her side.

  Knowing this, Lone was more determined than ever to please her completely, to make it impossible for her to dismiss this, their first bonding. He may not earn the bonding of her heart or spirit any time soon, but he’d be damned if he left this bed without a full bonding of body.

  His intimate would not, could not have the ability to bond with anyone else when he had finished with her…and neither would he.

  With renewed resolve, he spread her legs wider and ate at her pussy. He took her higher and higher with tormenting little flicks of his tongue. He tasted her with long, slow licks from her sweet lower lips to her clit.

  Her head thrashed, her hair lashing her face as she arched off the bed, crying out in delight.

  Azure’s reaction enthralled him. Lone seized their body bond as he slid his middle finger outside her tight little pussy while continuing to torment the tight bud that was her clit and explore every inch of her soft womanly folds.

  Heat radiated from her as he brought her body to its peak of pleasure.

  She screamed, went rigid, then convulsed again and again.

  Removing the tip of his finger from the grasp of her pussy, he lapped up her sweet juices.

  Nothing held more value to a male intimate than the taste of his female’s pleasure and Azure’s virgin climax was the stuff of poetry. The first few lines of a poem he’d learned as teenager invaded his mind.

  The sorceries of the virgin bond:

  Her intimate has no refuge

  No escape from the shelter of her lustful body

  She trembles like a tree

  Whose fruit he takes into his mouth.

  Finally he understood what the poem meant—he had tried to deny his intimate but he couldn’t escape the primal need to bond with her, the female who matched his trinity-of-being. And the taste of her “fruit” made him aware that he would die or kill for Azure…and wasn’t that a surprise?

  After his mother had abandoned the family, he had decided that no female—especially a Vitca female—was worth the pain she’d caused them. But now as his intimate’s sweet juices filled his mouth, as their body bond solidified, he knew without doubt that he would die or kill for her, take upon himself any torture, any pain as long as she remained by his side.

  Azure couldn’t think past the pleasure pulsing through her trembling body. She had come, this much she knew. And the body bond was now an arc of electricity joining her to Lone.

  Her intimate. Her lover.

  In a daze, she looked down the line of her sweat-slicked body at Lone, who remained between her legs, lapping at her cum, tweaking her clit, sucking her lower lips into his mouth for a kiss that had her sinking her fingers into his incredibly soft hair.

  She jerked his head up, pulling him away from her pulsing core.

  He looked up and they stared into each other’s eyes, breath heavy and hard still.

  “You’ve got to stop,” she said, her voice breathy and embarrassingly sultry. “I can’t…”

  He covered her hand with his and laced their fingers before pulling his head free from her tight grasp.

  “There is no stopping what is meant to be, intimate.” He bunched a blanket into a ball and rolled her over onto her stomach, propping her ass up into the air.

  She bit her lip. I’m so vulnerable in this position, she thought. Completely at his mercy—and who knows if he has any mercy?

  Smoothing his fingertips down her back and cupping her ass cheeks, Lone apparently sensed her nervousness and was attempting to sooth away her fears, not with words but with touch.

  Sighing, she acknowledged that her intimate was a perfect match—at least when it came to the body bond.

  In her mind’s eye she saw Lone mount her, thrust into her ready body, kiss her neck, reach under and caress her breasts. She shuddered at the image, her body responding to her intimate instinctually, her ass lifting, offering herself to him.

  He crouched over her, surrounding her petite body with his larger one. She arched her back, needing the feel of his skin against hers, needing his touch like she needed air.

  He kissed her neck, her shoulder. “Do you want this bond, kitchka?” he asked, pressing his cheek to hers and rubbing.

  The smell of lemon sugar grew strong, making her mouth water. And she realized that Lone was marking her with the scent glands in his cheeks. She inhaled his scent, her breathing ragged, her heart racing, pulsing in her throat as he kissed her once more before nudging her to give him her other cheek so he could mark her there as well.

  She shuddered and cried out, his scent overwhelming her senses, bringing her body to a state of pure need. “Please,” she said. “I want…need.”

  “Yes.” He thrust into her. Deep.

  “Lone,” she cried out as he stretched her, filled her, invading her most private space and claiming her as his. The smell of virgin blood mingled with lemon sugar and her own sweet scent to fill the tiny hotel room. She had never smelled anything so miraculous in her life—the bonding of her body with her intimate’s.

  Lone’s muscles bunched and strained under the intense pleasure that burned through his body as if it were rocket fuel. Her tight, wet pussy gripping his cock was better than anything he’d ever experienced or even imagined.

  This is what the intimate bond felt like—pure pleasure trembling at the precipice of pain—and even though he could hardly stand it, barely stop himself from thrusting wildly and perhaps hurting Azure, he didn’t want the contentment blanketing his body—the unpolluted bliss—to ever end.

  She shuddered beneath him, her feminine form seeming small and breakable in the moment. A tide of protectiveness washed over him and he held himself very still until her body slowly begin to relax.

  When her breath slowed, he nuzzled her silky hair aside and kissed her ear before asking, “Are you okay, kitchka?”

  She shifted beneath him, just a small movement but big enough that it allowed him to become fully seated. He closed his eyes to savor the moment as she replied with a bare whisper, “Y-yes.”

  Slowly, gently, he smoothed his hand over her super-soft skin. She shivered at his touch. Satisfied by her response to him, he cupped her ass and then slid his fingers to her clit once more. Azure bucked beneath him, her head coming up off the mattress, her lips parting to release the sweetest little moans Lone had ever heard.

  He smiled—couldn’t help it—and began to thrust in time with the strokes of his fingers. Who would believe that the best lay of his life—and he hadn’t even come yet—was with a virgin? Oh sure, the poets went on about the ecstasy of bonding with your intimate, but Lone had always thought they were full of shit.

  “Gods unseen.” Azure dug her hands into the threadbare sheets, thrusting back against him.

  He took the hint and upped his pace, moving faster, harder, meeting her quickening thrusts. Panting, growling, Lone felt the final stages of their bodies bonding, allowing them to be in complete synchronicity as their thrusts coalesced into a series of shrieks from Azure.

  He drew out her climax, teasing her clit as he continued to thrust until she screamed and collapsed with a whimper.

  Taking her hips into his hands, he growled as the primal part of him demanded he spurt off inside her, filling her with his cum, claiming her as his.

 
; Rapture ripped through him. He came in long, shuddering waves of pleasure as his intimate’s hot little body milked him, accepting his seed.

  He collapsed on top of her, but instantly remembered his weight and her small frame and rolled to lie on his back. For what seem like the longest moment of his life, he waited for Azure to turn her head and look at him. When she did, her lips still pouted from his kisses, her breath still came in hard gasps.

  But it was her eyes that captured him, made him hard all over again.

  She looked at him as if he was the only thing she could see. She looked at him as if he was hers.

  His heart skipped and thumped loudly.

  She snuggled in close to him, her head on his shoulder, her arm and leg draped over his sweat-slicked body. Oh yes, she was definitely claiming him as her intimate.

  Slowly, as graceful as a ghost, she feathered her fingertips over his skin, down his body to his cock. Her hand hovered over him and he could feel her hesitation as if it were his own.

  “Please,” he encouraged, “I need your touch.”

  As if his words released her, she grazed the head of his cock with her fingertips and then wrapped her hand around his shaft. She held him in a firm grip, one that mimicked her hot little pussy, and stroked him. Slow at first, then faster.

  He looked down the curves of her body to her soft hand and groaned at the sight of his weeping cock.

  Now that their bodies were bonded, his need would always match hers. He would always be ready to please her whenever she wanted him. And her body would react to his in the same way. Once their hearts and minds bonded as well, the intimacy between them would know no limitations, no bounds.

  But right now their body bond ruled…and would persist to rule. Closing his eyes with a satisfied grin, he gave himself over to the stroke of his intimate’s hand, content in the knowledge that for hours more he would experience the most intense pleasure he had ever known.

  His eyes snapped open as Azure’s mouth swallowed the head of his cock. She sucked and licked, torturing him. Gods unseen, she had no idea what she was doing to him…but he would show her. He would hear her sighs and moan and scream again. He would show her every pleasure to be had between intimates.