by Jillian Neal
She was tight. It had been a while. Good, she’s mine, he thought vengefully. He had no time to consider his own thoughts and desires. She came a second later, and her energy flooded his mouth.
He’d never felt anything like it before. He felt whole. He felt alive. He felt complete. He wanted more. It was indescribable as he felt the pain wash away. He’d never felt anything so astoundingly freeing or exhilarating.
“Take me to bed,” she demanded in a heated pant as he kissed back up her abdomen and lowered her panties all at the same moment.
She had a beautiful tattoo of small violet flowers on a vine that curved delicately from her hipbone to the very heart of her. It was certainly not something many people would get to see, as it was almost always obscured by her panties.
It was a tattoo she’d gotten for herself, one that meant something only to her. There was a story there, and Dan wanted desperately to hear it, but not just then.
He dragged his fingertips along the vining of the flowers. He wanted to touch her in the places that she’d marked. He wanted to feel the energy behind the tattoos and the pain they represented.
“Oh, honey, I’m gonna take you to bed, but I’m not finished yet.” He stood fully and turned her around so she was facing the wall. He stared unabashedly at her backside; it was even more lush and gorgeous naked than it was in the tight jeans and skirts she liked to wear.
His desire grew with each hammered beat of his heart. He could see the Angel logo tattoo at the top of her backside as he ran his hands tenderly from her shoulder blades in slow scrolling patterns over her flesh, all the way to her backside.
He let the tips of his fingers move over the most stunning ass he’d ever laid eyes on. In a quick, hunger-driven move, he pulled off his pants and boxers and leaned into her back. He caged her between the wall and his body and let her feel his stiff, swollen length nestle between those lush cheeks.
She gasped and shook her backside for him. It brushed his strain and drove him wild. Everything she did threatened to end him. He felt like he’d somehow taken her before. She knew exactly what to say and how to move her beautiful body against his, like she could read his mind.
“You feel that, baby doll?” he panted in her ear as he grasped her breasts in his hands. He groped and massaged. Her nipples rose into stiff peaks between his fingers.
With another moan, she continued to let her backside glide against his erection. His need leaked across her back. He’d never, in all his life, seen anything sexier.
He slipped his hands from her breasts, down her waist, and then he traced his thumbs over her mound as his fingers circled her lips. He pulled her apart and allowed the air to caress and agitate the nerve endings he had on high alert.
“You wet for me, baby doll?” he husked. “Because I need you to be dripping like a good girl, before I lay you out and let you really feel it deep inside. You’re gonna drown my cock in that sweet, sweet pussy, honey.”
With a quick move, he slipped two fingers inside of her, and he had it again. Her delicious, soothing energy seared through his body. He’d never get enough. It felt so incredible, like a drug that washed away all the pain that was engrained in his soul.
“I’m gonna make it feel good, honey,” he promised, and she called out his name as he forced himself to keep going, relying on his signature moves, while he reveled in what he was drawing from her.
He was unable to help himself. He wanted to drown himself in her. It was astounding. He took with greed, and she gave with ample generosity.
She trembled against him. Her muscles clenched tightly around his fingers. Though he’d just informed her how good he was going to make her feel once he took her, he knew she was going to feel utterly amazing when he pushed his length deep inside of her.
“I want it; give it to me,” she demanded, and he very nearly lost it all, a problem he hadn’t had since he was eighteen years old. “I want all of you.”
“Mmm, you are greedy aren’t you, baby doll?” he challenged. “It’s ok. I’m awfully greedy myself. And I’m about to take everything I want. I can feel it. I know what you need, and I’m gonna give it to you. Just relax; let it build for me. You’ve needed it for a while, haven’t you, honey? So damn tight. I’m gonna open you wide,” he husked in her ear while watching her backside sway as he pushed his fingers deeper into the silken heat between her legs.
A loud, evulsive moan was her answer, letting him know that he’d been correct in his assumption.
“It’s all right, baby doll.” He felt her tremble and pant as her temperature rose.
He was shocked once again as he felt her energy spiral in twisted arcs. He’d never slept with a Gifted woman, and once he understood what he was seeing, he knew exactly how to give her what she wanted. Her arc peaked highest when he talked, so he continued his dirty commentaries.
“Swollen so nice and tight is just how I want you to be when I fill you full of me,” he said forcefully, and he had her.
He could see it. Her orgasm rose in waves from her body. She came undone. Her energy unfurled around him as stunning shock washed over him. Her energy surrounded him. It permeated his body and his soul, and he’d never felt anything so incredible.
For a moment, he didn’t know what to do. He backed away from her. His heart raced, but it was too good, too intoxicating. He had to have more. She spun around and unbuttoned his shirt.
He watched as her eyes traced over his chiseled chest and the six-pack he’d worked so hard to define.
“Mmm, you’re so big,” her pleasure gasped from her in genuine shock as her eyes landed on his throbbing erection.
Before he could quite hide his cocky grin, she dropped to her knees and spun her tongue up his cock.
A low, shuddering growl echoed from deep within him. She lightly traced tiny circles over his sac with her fingers as she drown him deep in her mouth.
He clenched his entire body to keep from exploding in her mouth. He laced his fingers in her hair, desperate for her to take more.
As she engulfed him, she cupped his sac and made him feel incredible. She began doing something he’d never felt before.
He didn’t know who’d taught her to give a blowjob, but she sure as hell knew what she was doing. His head fell back, and he let her bathe him with her tongue.
There it was again, the intoxicating sensation. He tried to focus, but it just felt too damn good. She was drawing and pulling something from him. He brushed his hand over her face to stop her, lest he lose it all before he’d even begun.
When she slipped her mouth away, he understood she’d been taking his energy, but he didn’t feel drained in any way. He felt more incredible than he’d ever felt in his entire life, and he wanted to feel more.
“Fionna, I want to be inside of you, honey, right now. I can’t wait anymore. I want to make you feel me.” He lifted her into his arms again and laid her out on her bed. He left her lying there for a split second, while he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of his wallet.
With a sultry smirk, Fionna shook her head.
“You don’t need that, Dan. I already did the cast before I left tonight.” A sudden and deep sadness etched her beautiful face. “I mean, unless you don’t believe me.” She moved her eyes away from his.
He could feel the sudden absence. It was painful. His shield shook and begged for her energy to return. He needed her warmth. He needed her trust. He needed her.
“Oh, right,” Dan stammered. “I believe you, honey.” He forced his head back into the game. He’d promised her the best sex she’d ever had, and her thinking that he doubted her wasn’t going to get her where he wanted her to be.
He joined her on the bed, and she reached and traced her fingertips up his cock. He shuddered, and pulsed hot and heavy in her hand. His body continued to beg for hers.
“You ready to feel it, baby? You ready for me, my sweet, greedy girl?”
She gave a heavy nod. A desperate whimper shook from her lungs.
Her body rolled in yearning hunger.
“Please,” she begged. “I need it, please.”
“I know what you need, honey. Spread your legs, and let me give it to you. Let me make it feel better. Let’s see just how greedy you can be. You’re gonna take it all for me,” he commanded as he moved over her and separated her lips with his hands.
He lowered his body until his was hovering over her. He kept all of his weight braced against the mattress, so all she could feel was his length pressing against her mound.
He began sliding his cock against her clit. He listened to her intoxicating moans echoing around him. Her arousal rose in her heat. He inhaled it as if his life depended on him breathing the flavors of her.
As she began to writhe in desperation, he dropped low and slipped all of his length into her. She gasped. Her eyes flashed wildly as she took him in. He halted abruptly. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like an inexperienced and uneducated virgin.
Her body tugged him deeper. It shook him from his reverie, and he began to thrust rhythmically. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He couldn’t even describe the all-encompassing, overwhelming feeling of her drawing the pain, terror, fear, and hatred out of his body like a soothing balm.
She took it all, and, somehow, replaced it with her warmth, and her caring, and her sweet being. The essence of her, a drug he knew, as he brought her closer, that he could no longer live without filled him.
“Give it to me, Dan,” she began urging him on. “Fill me up.”
It wasn’t his release that she was after. He could feel what she wanted. He knew she was willing to take everything that had ever hurt him and everything that had ever terrified him. She was willing to take it all away.
He was woefully unable to stop her from draining him of the harrowing grief that choked out everything good in his life.
Then, as if that weren’t enough, she refilled him with feelings and emotions that he couldn’t even describe, but he knew he hadn’t felt so alive in over a decade.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, feel his release tighten in his groin; he felt blood course through his body, he felt the parts of him that had been choked and tainted, the parts of him that he’d thought were dead for so long, come roaring back to life as he pumped her full of him.
Her body flushed for him and her back arched deeply as he lowered his head to suck her breasts. He was desperate to pull more of the delicious life force she offered him. Her body nursed his rhythmically.
He sucked fervently as she called out his name. The heavenly trembles of her intense climax drew his orgasm from him. He couldn’t fight it. Her body seemed to control his own. He felt their releases mix in heady ecstasy, from which he would never recover.
43
Plans, Discoveries, and Desires
With a hissed curse as he heard the alarm on his cell phone chirp, Dan raised his head. He shut the alarm down quickly and blinked several times.
He was still just as unable to believe where he was as he’d been the night before, when he’d asked Fionna Styler if she’d mind if he stayed over. He’d never spent the entire night with anyone but Amelia, and he’d never slept so well.
He turned slightly so that he could cradle her luscious curves closer. He never wanted to leave.
She was too good. After he’d had sex with her, he just couldn’t go. She’d pulled back the coverings on her bed, curled her naked body up on his chest, and he’d clung to her. He could still feel her intoxicating energy soothing and healing him, even while she slept. She was astounding.
Fionna’s eyes blinked open hesitantly. He stared at her. The dust of her deep sleep was settled in the corners of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever awoken to.
Her soul seemed to be right there, just out of reach. He realized, in his in-depth study, that she was on the verge of tears. It broke his heart. He had to fix the problem. Somehow, he knew she didn’t want him to leave.
“Uh,” Dan tenderly caressed her back and brushed a kiss on her forehead. He allowed himself one brief moment to inhale that heavenly scent of her; vanilla and coconut, mixed with orange blossoms, and that sexy musk that was all her own. She smelled like his own personal island paradise.
“Honey, I, uh, have to be in Sydney for the next week, and I don’t know if what I’m about to say scares the hell out of you like it does me, but,” he halted momentarily but was woefully unable to talk himself out of asking her. “Fionna, I’ll completely understand if this is way more than you’re ready for, but if you want to come with me, I’d really, really like that.”
“Governor Haydenshire is sort of forcing me to vacation, and I’m helping Logan and Adeline out with something while we’re there. He’s got us booked at The Kingsford Wellborn, so it should be really nice.” He was unable to stop himself from pleading with her.
“I need to be at the Senate in two hours. You don’t even have to pack anything. I’ll buy you anything you want once we get there. Just please.” He let his eyes close.
He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth and the terror in his soul that she wasn’t going to agree. “Please just say you’ll come with me.”
His heart ached as he prepared himself to hear her say no, that this was moving entirely too fast and that he needed to go and maybe call her later.
She studied him for a long, drawn minute.
“Please,” fell from his mouth again. He clenched his jaw and called himself an idiot.
“Yeah, Emily told me you were going to find Adeline’s father.”
She was still studying him closely. Her hair was mussed. Her voice was rough from her sleep. Her eyes were clear and beautiful, and her lips still held the slight swell of his forceful kisses from the night before.
“Yeah,” Dan willed her to answer him. She gave him her intoxicating grin, leaned upwards, and kissed his jaw. As he tried to prepare for her to decline his request, his heart ached and stuttered out of rhythm.
“You’re sure you want to spend the week with me?” she quizzed, and his heart began beating again. Hope sprung from his soul, and his chest vibrated as his heart thundered back to life.
“If we get down there and you hate it or you hate me, I’ll fly you home. You just say the word, and, uh…” he choked. “We can talk more about all of this when we get there.” Putting off the inevitable conversation seemed the best plan.
She giggled sweetly.
“Why would I hate it? I would never hate you, Dan.” Sadness colored her features. He didn’t understand.
“So, you mean you’ll go?” He was unable to believe it could be true. It was just too much to hope for.
“Sure, I’ll go. I mean, I would like to pack a few things,” she blushed slightly. The heat moved up her neck and settled in her delicate cheeks. It made him want to lay her down and take her again.
“I may take you up on the shopping though,” she teased as she let her fingertips trace timid loops over his bare chest.
“Anything you want, it’s yours,” he reveled in the sensations she was bringing him.
“Ok,” she agreed, though she was hesitant.
“Really? You’ll come?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I hope you don’t get sick of me, or that I don’t get on your last nerve by tonight, and you’re regretting that you asked. I really think we should try this out. Last night was pretty incredible. At least, I thought it was,” the fear and uncertainty in her voice fractured his very recently mended heart.
She’d put him back together, and he had done nothing but take more of her. She looked terrified and unsure.
“Fionna,” he choked slightly before forcing himself to go on. He pushed away all thoughts of Amelia and prayed that, as he told the woman lying beside him in bed the truth, it wouldn’t hurt her in any way, as he continued, “honey, last night was the most incredible night of my entire life.”
Her energy soared. He could feel it as long as she was beside him, and he felt his own ener
gy begin to do the same. The sensation overwhelmed him each time he felt it again.
“So, do I have time to have coffee first?” she suddenly felt lighter than air.
“Honey, I wish I could stay here and let you teach me how you like your coffee, because there’s so much I want to learn about you. I’d like to make your morning coffee as often as you’ll let me, but I have to go home, shower, and get my stuff. I’ll be back to pick you up, and I just need you to know that we don’t have to talk about this until the end of the week, but being with me is complicated,” he squeezed his eyes closed and braced.
“I know, Dan. I’m ok.” She smiled, though he saw the fear swirl in her eyes. It was there behind the excitement.
She was worried he’d leave, change his mind, and not return for her. Worried the complications might be an excuse to leave her and hurt her. He’d prove her wrong.
He stood and pulled his jeans on. She followed him out of the bed, and he stared at her luscious body, naked and smooth.
Her hair hung in a tangled mass on her shoulders, and her mascara was smeared slightly. She hadn’t left his arms long enough the night before to take off her make-up.
Hunger tensed in his rhythms. Long languid mornings, where he spent his time worshipping her body and awakening her with all of him, formed in his mind. He wanted it all. With a pang of regret, he shrugged back into his shirt.
“I’ll be back as quick as I can.” He pulled her body to his and kissed her sweetly. Unable to refuse the intoxication of her, he added to the intensity. He wanted to feel her again. He pushed his tongue into her mouth until a fresh dose of her energy permeated his own.
“You promise?” she asked in a pained whisper as she turned her gaze to the floor after the intense kiss. He could feel her fear in the saliva that was on his tongue. He lifted her head tenderly with his hand until he was staring into her deep sienna eyes.
“I promise.”
“Ok.” She seemed to have to will herself to believe what he was telling her. “Uh, just let me run to the bathroom. Then I’ll walk you out.” She glanced around nervously.