by Milly Taiden
“I…” She cleared her throat. “Ah, shit!”
FIVE
Screw whatever she needed. She grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him into her. He hadn’t been prepared for that from the way his eyes widened. He caught on quickly, lifting his arms to cup her face and smash their lips together. The kiss was unlike any she’d ever been given alive or dead.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth, caressing and rubbing it over hers. Long-buried emotions flourished in her chest. She’d never felt this kind of passion from being kissed before.
She moaned in the back of her throat. His kisses were addictive. Not only did he hold her head captive with his hands, but he licked and sucked on her lips. Her legs weakened into a jellified state. Arousal heated her to the core. He pushed her into her apartment, slamming the door closed with a loud thump once they were both inside. Her pulse tripped. She’d never had a man in her place. She was much too reserved for that. With Damien she was breaking all the rules.
The feel of his chest on hers sent sparks down to her pussy. Oh, wow.
He lowered his hands down to her back, cupping her ass, and lifted. She was big. She was heavy. But he lifted her like she weighed next to nothing. She curled her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
He pulled away from their kiss, looking her in the eyes with his bright golden gaze. “Bedroom.”
She tried to catch her breath and glanced around in a daze. Then she pointed to a hallway on the right. “First door on the left.”
He marched to her bedroom, squeezing her ass in his grasp and pressing her pelvis over his hard cock. Her pussy went slick with her need. She wasn’t a total prude. She had toys and watched videos. But none of that compared to having the giant shifter she had in her apartment, carrying her off to be devoured in her bedroom. Instead of fear, excitement fluttered in her belly.
The moment they entered her bedroom, she wiggled in his grasp, wanting to be put down. She reached for his shirt, tugging it above his head and struggling to get the offending material off his gorgeous body. He didn’t have such a hard time with clothes. The soft sound of something ripping made her glance down to see his claws tearing through her outfit. In less time than it took her to gasp at his destruction, she was naked in front of him. He’d slashed through top, pants, bra and panties, leaving her completely naked for his view.
“Now this is an amazing sight,” he groaned, shifting his claws back to hands and cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. “So sexy.”
“Damien—”
“Wait. This has to go,” he growled. He lifted his hands and yanked at the pins holding her long hair in a tight bun. The mass of brown locks fell down her back in a heavy curtain.
“So beautiful,” he breathed. “You should be punished for keeping your hair bound. I love seeing it free.”
He shoved his pants down and her world narrowed to only his body. Breaths rushed out of her mouth. He took a nipple between his lips. He fondled both of her breasts, tweaking at one nipple while sucking on the other. She squeezed her legs together, her body aching with a growing pressure inside.
She was a curvy girl. Okay, curvy was an understatement. She was big. With wide hips, large boobs and enough ass she could share it with a few women and still have a lot left over. She had a belly that was soft and didn’t lay flat. None of that mattered at that moment. In fact, from his touch and kisses, she realized, he liked her body. And damned if she didn’t too.
When she’d been alive, she hadn’t sought approval of her shape from a man. Women in her time had big curves. Once she joined the ranks in hell, she realized it wasn’t what kind of shape you had that mattered, it was how confident you were with it. Laura had loved her body all her life, so she never felt any issues with it. She wouldn’t start now.
No man had ever made her feel so wanted in such a sexual way before. No man had ever done what he did now. Take his time to lick and suck her in such a reverent manner. Previous lovers had kissed her and gone straight to the act. After all the years she’d been in hell, and all her conversations with her friend Diana, she’d learned there was more to sex than just wham bam thank you ma’am.
Now, with Damien, she realized she’d been missing out. There was foreplay. He sucked her nipples and lightly bit them until she moaned from the delicious pain he gave her with each nibble. There was a crazy amount of heat spreading in her pussy. A heat that called for him to touch her there.
The growling noises he made while licking her chest and sliding one of his hands down her body made her all kinds of desperate. She raked her nails into his hair, gripping the strands.
“Oh, my...”
He picked her up into his arms again, this time taking her straight to bed. He stopped in front of her giant king-size bed. She might live alone, but she had always loved to sleep in comfort.
After placing her back on her feet, he started kissing her neck, licking his way back down her body. Her legs wobbled and she sat on the soft mattress to enjoy his kisses. He took large sucks of her nipples, nibbling and sucking. Growling at her flesh. Her pussy throbbed. Fuck! She’d never wanted to come as bad as she did that moment. She was so wet she could feel her heat trickling down to her ass.
He continued his journey south, his cool licks popping goosebumps over her skin. He kissed her belly, licking a circle around her belly button and kneeling between her open thighs. She leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wide for him. He curled his gorgeous arms around her thighs and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the bed.
She glanced down at his head between her legs. Men had given her oral before, but it had never given her much pleasure. She’d been tense and insecure. None of that bothered her now. Damien met her gaze over the curve of her belly and just inches from her pussy, sending a new wave of pleasure rocking through her. The golden glow in his eyes made the animalistic side that much sexier.
He inhaled and groaned. “Fuck, Laura. Tell me to lick your pussy, baby.”
She swallowed hard. She’d never actually said that to a man before. “Damien...”
Should she tell him she was not as exciting as other women he’d probably been with?
He licked her inner thigh, closing in on her pussy and biting at her soft flesh with a sting. “Tell me to rub my face on your sexy as fuck wet folds.”
Oh, hell. Her pussy was sexy? She’d never heard of a pussy being sexy. Maybe she should take a look at her privates more often.
“I... please, Damien,” she moaned when he bit down on her other leg.
“Come on, my little closet freak. Tell me to fuck you.”
Her body tensed and a flutter of desperation filled her mind. “Do something.”
“Why?”
She bit her lip, frowning. “I feel like I’m going to die soon from wanting you.”
“That’s good, but not good enough.” He grinned. “Talk dirty to me. Tell me to rub my tongue up and down your pussy. Tell me to run circles over your asshole with it.” He brushed his lips in a feather light caress over her mound. “Beg me to shove my cock inside you and fuck the uptight girl out of you.”
Screw it. She leaned all the way back on the bed, glancing up at the ceiling so embarrassment wouldn’t keep her from talking. She needed him to do something or she might die again. This time, a slow death would take her from not getting sexual relief on that bed. “Lick me, please.”
He licked closer to her pussy lips, this time sucking hard on her flesh. “Lick you where?”
For Cripes’ sake. “Lick my pussy.”
“How? Slow, fast? Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Lick my pussy. Shove your entire face in there and don’t stop until I come.” She gasped at the instant feel of his lips on her clit. He flicked his tongue over the tiny throbbing pleasure center and her world lost focus. “Oh, please don’t stop.”
He growled, sending vibrations through her body. Still lavishing her pussy and clit with long, wet licks, he shoved two fing
ers into her and began to slowly fuck her with them.
“Oh!” she gasped.
The tension wound quickly into a ball of desire ready to crack. He flicked his tongue over her pussy faster, increasing the speed of his driving fingers. She gripped his hair, rocking her hips on his face. Her back lifted off the bed at the same time she dove over the pleasure cliff. The ball unraveled inside her, leaving behind a giddy, dizzying euphoria that took her breath away.
Damien kissed his way up her body, lifting her further up the bed until she lay sprawled on the center of the mattress. She loved his kisses. They weren’t little pecks. He did a kissing, sucking combo that made her groan with each one.
She kept her legs spread wide open, giving him full access into her body. He met her gaze and licked his lips. His face shone with the wetness from her orgasm. That only turned her on even more.
“Tell me what you want.”
Crap. More dirty talking. She would probably need to take a class for that shit soon. Dirty talking for dummies. If they didn’t have one available she’d be in deep shit. Who knew his sexy ass would be so into it.
“Fuck me, Damien.” She watched him curl his hand on his large shaft, pumping up and down over his long length. “Shove your cock inside and make the need go away.”
Shit, he was so sexy stroking himself. He slid his rock hard dick between her pussy lips. “Ah, Laura. You’re soaking wet.”
Wow. He caressed her aching flesh with his cock, sliding up and down her folds. “Damien,” she moaned. “Oh, wow that feels good.”
He pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her channel. “Fucking hell, you’re small,” he grumbled, pushing into her.
Small? Was he drunk? She opened wider, lifting her ass just a little so he would have an easier time getting inside her. Her muscles loosened up. Her mind focused on the feel of him stretching her pussy walls taut. He glided his body over hers, pressing his chest to hers and captured her lips in a flaming kiss. Having his tongue invading her mouth at the same time he drove deep with his cock shut down all brain activity.
She ran her nails across his back, biting her nails into his back and scratching him at the same time she pulled him into her. He was still not fully inside her and she wanted to feel all of him. She lifted her legs, curled them around his hips and pressed the balls of her feet into his ass, pushing him deeper into her.
Good gracious! That was amazing. Spasms took hold of her core. She choked into their kiss, unsure how she’d come from just him filling her with his length. Pleasure blasted through her in waves.
“Ah, baby. You’re pussy’s sucking my dick.” He pulled back and drove deep. “So wet. It’s like being embraced by a silken tongue.” He propelled back again, plunging deeper and harder. “I want to come inside you so fucking bad.”
She groaned with each driving thrust. Not only did he increase in speed, his drives turned harder, pushing balls deep into her.
“Oh, Damien. Oh, wow.” She clawed at his back, sliding her nails down to his waist and lower, grabbing a firm hold of his pussy-wetting ass. “Fuck. That feels so good. Don’t... stop.”
He licked her neck, fucking her with more power and speed. The bed slammed hard against the walls, making the entire room shake. Loud banging sounded with each thump of the bed’s frame on the wall.
He grazed his teeth over her jaw, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. “I’m not stopping,” he grunted by her ear. “Not until my dick is filling your slick little cunt with my cum,” he breathed. “Not until you’re screaming my name when you come.” His speed increased to the point it felt as if he were fucking her with a hot steel rod. “There’s no fucking way I’m stopping until your legs are shaking, you can’t move, and your pussy’s leaking my seed.”
He rolled his hips and hit her pussy at a new angle. The world broke. She screamed, unable to control the call of his name rushing out of her throat. Her pussy grasped at his driving cock, squeezing it with each spasm from her ongoing orgasm.
He bit down on her shoulder, pushing even deeper and stopped. His cock pulsed inside her, growing thicker by the second. A rush of heat filled her from the inside as he came. He growled on her shoulder, his body vibrating and still coming. It took a while for him to stop his tiny thrusts into her, filling her with his seed.
Shock held her immobile. Shock and the fact that she couldn’t move.
He lifted his head, meeting her gaze with his shifted golden eyes. He continued to pulse inside her, semihard. “I could fuck you all over again, right now.”
She cleared her dry throat. A crazy urge to caress his face had her lifting her hands to his jaw and splaying her palms wide open to rub them on his growing beard. “Before we try that again, could I possibly get some water?” Her throat was raw from all the harsh breathing and moaning.
He dropped his head and brushed his lips over hers in a kiss so soft and sweet her heart did flip-flops.
“I’ll get you some water,” he said, sliding out of her ever so slowly and then hopping off the bed. He headed to the door, flashing his sexy ass at her. The man had absolutely no shame.
She grabbed the sheet on the bed and wrapped it around her body to cover herself. When she tried to bend her knees to sit up, her jaw dropped. Her legs were shaking. All by themselves. She stared as every few seconds, they shook involuntarily.
He returned while she sat there, mouth agape, staring at her legs. “Here you go, beautiful.”
She took the glass of water and drank quietly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone deep with concern. “Was I too rough?”
Was he too rough? She glanced at him and warmth filled her belly. “No. You were great, but I’m shocked you did what you said you’d do.”
He frowned and then a sly grin spread over his lips. “Legs are shaking?”
She nodded. “There’s a wet spot under my ass from your... um... stuff leaking and I can’t move because my legs keep shaking and feel like they won’t hold me up.”
He laughed and lifted her into his arms, sheet and all. “Tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you.”
She curled her arms around his neck and held on. “I wanted to go in the shower.”
He glanced from her lips, down to her chest where the sheet slid down to show the tips of her nipples. “Good idea. Let’s take a bath, then I want to bring you back to bed and slide between your warm pussy lips again.”
She blinked. “You want to do it again?”
He leaned in and pressed his lips over hers, nibbling on the corner of her mouth. “I want to do it all fucking night. I want to stamp myself all over your body until all I smell on you is my cum.”
SIX
That sounded really promising. If he could get her to orgasm twice in a row again, she might have to rethink her whole not getting involved with a barbarian.
He took her into the bathroom and sat her on the edge of the tub. She watched him prepare their bath in quiet awe. He might be a warrior and have no shame, but he was sweet and thoughtful.
When she finally slipped inside the tub, he joined her shortly after. She leaned back into the warm water of the deep garden tub and sighed. He’d done a good job.
“I guess you’ve drawn baths before, huh?”
“I was married. I used to do it for my wife all the time,” he said, lifting her foot and massaging her sole.
Oh, damn. He was rubbing her feet to the point she was moaning and she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Wait. Did he say he was married?
“You’re married?” She frowned, glancing at his relaxed features.
“No. Was. I died for my wife.”
She raised her brows. “What do you mean you died for her?”
He shrugged his big, muscled shoulders and switched to her other foot. “She was abused. I killed the man who did it.”
“Wow. That’s awful. I’m really sorry.” She bit her lip and tried to tamp down the flare of arousal over his continued rubbing over her calves. H
er calves. She was getting hot from a calf massage. Who the heck knew that area of her body was so erogenous? She was starting to worry what else would turn her on. The last thing she needed was for Davi to pat her back and for Laura to get all hot and bothered via her boss.
“It’s fine. I knew what would happen when I killed him.”
She pulled her leg out of his grasp and motioned for him to stand. “Turn around and sit between my legs.”
He did as she ordered, giving her his back in the process. She raised her hands up to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles wherever she caressed with the tips of her fingers.
“How did you die?” he asked.
She bit her lip, trying to think of how much to tell him. “I had a very rich father and husband. In fact, my family was part of the Spanish nobility. When my elderly husband died, I was left a very rich woman.”
“How old were you?” he asked, groaning as she slid her fingers up and down his back, pressing on his muscles.
“Nineteen.”
“What happened after your rich husband died?” he asked, pushing his back into her fingers.
She smiled, liking that he enjoyed her attempt at a massage. Not that she knew what the hell she was doing other than touching his strong, sexy back.
“I started getting sick. At first I thought it was an illness, but then I caught my cousin telling her husband she would get rid of me and keep all my money.” She sighed, hating the memory. “She was one of a handful of living relatives that could take my place and the family fortune.”
He tensed and shifted to face her in the giant tub. “She tried to kill you.”
She grinned. “She didn’t just try. She had been killing me slowly. And was succeeding.”
He motioned for her to turn around and give him her back. “What happened then?”
“I was known for having a bad temper,” she said, leaning back into his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in the water. For a second, she forgot all about the story until he spoke. “I believe you.”