Into the Darkness

by Delilah Devlin

  Nicolas flung aside the sheet but reached to grip her shoulders, preventing her from climbing onto the narrow mattress. “I want you to blow me, Chessa. Just like you did Rene.”

  Her heart stilled. He wasn’t over being mad, and something darker, even more intense, brewed beneath the surface of his harsh expression. Was he jealous?

  “You’ll need to lie down,” she said, pretending she wasn’t feeling uncertain.

  “First, turn on the light.”

  “You need one?”

  “Since this is likely to be the last time we see each other for another decade,” he said, dryly, “I want to savor the experience.”

  “Sure.” She reached for the lamp on his bedside table and flicked on the switch. Golden light flooded the small room, striking shadows over the sharp angles of his face and body.

  He lay down, shoving a pillow beneath his head, reaching up to fold his arms underneath it and raise his head further. He wanted to watch. His dark eyes glittered. His features were taut and stark.

  She wasn’t sure now what was going on, but she walked to the bottom of his bed and crawled up the mattress between his spread legs.

  His cock lay curled along his thigh. Flaccid.

  So he wasn’t in the same place she was. Horny as hell.

  She worried for a moment over where she should start. Nicolas had centuries more experience than anyone she’d ever had, and she didn’t want him to find her lacking. She wanted him to think of her often, because after this, she knew she wouldn’t get him out of her mind for a long time.

  She glided her hands up his calves and thighs, lingering over his hewn muscles. Her excitement grew at the thought of all that power flexing as he thrust his cock inside her.

  She stroked over his skin, skimming upward. The sparse hairs covering his thighs were soft and curling, just the same texture of the hairs surrounding his sex.

  She bypassed his cock and smoothed up his belly, bending over him to follow her fingers with her tongue and lips.

  The taste of him reverberated inside her, shocking her with the pleasure. He tasted of old-fashioned bay-rum soap and his own unique flavors—almonds and masculine musk. A taste she acquired in a hurry and wasn’t likely to forget. She pressed wet kisses on his belly and licked up his chest to circle his flat nipples.

  She nibbled at the tiny erect points and rose to look into his face. His arms were still beneath his head, as though he was unhurried, maybe even bored with her progress.

  She was melting inside, and he was bored? Chessa leaned closer and kept her eyes open as she kissed his lips, tracing the seam of his closed mouth with her tongue. His nostrils flared slightly against hers, but his lips remained still. She sucked his lower lip between hers to nibble some more.

  His face remained unchanged, his breath slow and even. Hers grew sketchy, and her pulse hopped. Ending the kiss, she narrowed her eyes and decided to get straight to business.

  She scooted down the bed and bent over his cock. He said he wanted exactly what Rene got—but Rene had been hard and ready for it. She’d been caught up in his excitement and hadn’t needed a strategy—she’d gone on instinct.

  How to get Nic to that same place presented a challenge. She cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm, planning her next move. The velvet softness of his sac distracted her, drawing her down. She licked the soft skin, tracing the faint seam that separated his balls. She cupped them and bent closer to kiss the tender skin directly beneath his scrotum, suctioning gently and leaving a small love bite.

  All the while, Nicolas displayed stubborn, rigid control—but cracks were beginning to show. His legs shifted wider, and his cock twitched.

  Chessa urged his legs farther apart and slipped her hands beneath his knees, encouraging him without words to lift them.

  This tilted his hips slightly giving her greater access. She suckled the skin beneath his scrotum again and lapped lower, pressing her thumbs between his buttocks to part them so she could delve between.

  Nic didn’t protest, but the muscles of his thighs tightened.

  When her tongue flicked the puckered hole, his hips jerked.

  Chessa sucked on two fingers and worked them between his cheeks, circling his little hole, prodding it in teasing forays that had his full attention now.

  She kissed his balls and continued to finger him while she moved up to glide her mouth and tongue along his shaft. His cock was slowly straightening, filling with blood as his body heated.

  Still soft enough to curl, she tucked his whole cock into her mouth and began to tug at it with her lips, pulling blood upwards to fill it, rearing back her head as it overfilled her mouth, until at last, it was rigid, thick, and long—ready for her to fuck. Only he’d demanded what she gave to Rene.

  “Nic?”

  His fingers curved around her skull and pushed her back to his cock. He wasn’t giving her a reprieve.

  Was this her punishment? To give him release and leave, aching worse than she had before? She bobbed over him, gliding her lips down his shaft, sucking hard when she came up.

  Lord, he had a lovely cock. Dense, straight, ruddy—with veins that felt like ridges beneath her tongue. She wanted to savor each inch as it crammed deep inside her.

  But she wasn’t likely to know that pleasure any time soon. Not when Nicolas was intent on punishing her.

  How could she have let things go so far with Rene when she’d had Nic right here—ready to give her exactly what she needed?

  The answer left her squirming inside. In Inanna’s garden, he’d fucked her like he meant it—and that had scared her spitless.

  Now, she’d willingly risk exposing her heart, just to have him make love to her one last time. But first, she had to give him what Rene had gotten.

  While he watched, she clasped his cock between both hands and stroked them up and down his length, sliding in the moisture her mouth had left. She bent and laved his plump, purple head, paying special attention to the slit at the center, pointing her tongue to dip inside.

  Nicolas’s fingers tightened in her hair.

  Closing her eyes, she licked him, dragging her tongue in slow swirls around his crown, then opening wide her mouth to take him inside, sliding down to meet her joined hands before coming up, then sliding down again.

  As she suctioned, her cheeks hollowed and billowed, up and down, she rose and sank, opening her throat to take him deeper, twisting her hands around him as she pumped.

  His hips lifted from the bed, thrusting gently at first, then harder and deeper as she quickened the pace until he stroked so deep she fought the urge to gag.

  Just when her jaws began to ache, he grasped her hair hard and pulled her off.

  His expression said it all. Taut, reddened cheeks, flexing jaw, nostrils flaring with his quickening breaths—he pulled her by the hair, bringing her up his body.

  She didn’t mind his roughness. She deserved it—wanted his punishment. Her nipples scraped his belly and chest. Moisture flooded her channel, seeping out to slick her folds.

  When her face lay beside his on the pillow, he tugged her hair harder and his lips lifted in a snarl. “You shouldn’t have come to me with the smell of him on your skin.”

  She mewled, arching her body against him. “I couldn’t wait, and I wasn’t going to lie.”

  “You wanted my anger?”

  “Yes!” she rubbed on him like a kitten, sliding her cheek on his bristled chin, pressing her breasts against his chest.

  “I won’t be nice,” he growled. “I won’t consider your pleasure…or your pain.”

  “Just do it!” she gasped. “Come inside me, now.”

  He kissed her hard then shoved her back. “Get on your knees.”

  “Yes! Anything, please!”

  He let go of her hair and sat up beside her as she knelt on the mattress, bracing herself on shaking arms.

  His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed. “I’m going to take your ass, Chessa.” He squeezed again and slapped
both cheeks.

  The thought of all that cock cramming inside her caused her whole body to shudder. When his palms slapped again, her head dropped between her shoulders, and she tilted her ass higher, giving him access and permission to continue.

  Hard, sharp—each slap struck a different spot. His punishment only spiked her arousal. Her back arched, her belly quivered, and she widened her knees in invitation.

  His palms continued swatting her soft skin until her whole bottom burned. When his strikes neared her pussy, her breath caught.

  The first moist slap made her groan, and she shifted on her knees. The next caused a ripple along her inner channel. “Nic, oh God, please!”

  His laughter was deep, dark. His hands landed on her one last time and stayed, gliding over her skin, soothing her now, squeezing hard. He left her gasping against the ache and knew he’d left the mark of his hands on her flesh. Then he spread her cheeks.

  When his breath flowed into the crease of her ass and lower, her pussy clenched.

  His mouth opened over her cunt to suck on her labia. She jerked against him and sighed, her belly and thighs quivering, her hips circling.

  His tongue licked the length of her furrow, lapping at the moisture coating her lips and slicking her thighs. While his mouth and tongue labored over her sex, his fingers crept between her buttocks and prodded her asshole again.

  Slowly, he worked a finger inside her, stroking in as he thrust his tongue into her pussy, until she was mindless, moaning with pleasure. She undulated her hips, trying to deepen both penetrations.

  When he drew away, she whimpered, but he centered his cock between her folds and she quieted, breathing hard now. As the thick, blunt head pressed into her, she reared back to take him deeper.

  His hips screwed his cock into her, twisting, stroking forward and back, building the heat and friction between his cock and her inner walls. His hands smoothed over her back and around to cup her breasts. His fingers flicked and pinched her nipples.

  Desire curled tighter in her belly, arousal winding tighter and tighter until she squirmed on his cock, clenching her inner muscles hard around his shaft. “I’m close. Jesus, Nic. Fuck me harder!”

  One hand left her breast and glided down her belly. His fingers delved through her hair to the top of her pussy, finding her engorged clitoris. He pinched it while he pounded faster, powering into her so hard each stroke drove the breath from her lungs.

  Just when her orgasm rushed up to capture her, he pulled out.

  “Noooo!” she keened, her head sinking to the mattress. Her whole body quivered, and her pussy clasped wetly around air.

  His hands squeezed her buttocks and drew them apart. Moisture dropped between them and a fingertip rubbed it around her tight hole. Then the blunt head of his penis pressed against her anus.

  “Oh, God, no!” she cried out. But she really meant yes. The painful pressure had her hands fisting in the bedding, but she didn’t try to draw away. She braced herself, holding still, not breathing as his huge cock pressed hard and met resistance from the strong muscles guarding her entrance.

  His thumbs pressed either side of the hole, opening her slightly, and he pressed forward again. The pressure grew as he continued to push forward, circling, prodding, until the tight ring finally eased and just the head of his cock slipped inside.

  “Dieu,” he muttered, and his hands gripped her ass hard.

  Chessa’s breath rushed out, chopped and jagged. She tried not to move to keep him from driving deeper. She wasn’t ready for this. She didn’t know if she’d ever be.

  More moisture dropped, and he used his fingers to smear it around her opening and pulled out slightly and pushed back inside, this time deeper than before.

  She burned. The tightness and pain didn’t relent. “I can’t take it. I can’t, Nic,” she moaned.

  “You will.” His fingers found her clitoris again and he scraped it with a calloused finger, sending sparks of electric shock that reignited her orgasm and had her squirming despite the painful fullness.

  “Oh God, oh God!” She pressed her forehead against the cool sheets. “Please. Christ, Nic?”

  Nicolas leaned over her, his belly covering her back. “Yes, Chessa,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me.”

  Chessa drew a harsh breath. “Move! Oh, God, please move. Fuck meeeeeee!” she keened as he surged inside, gliding into her, stroking deep, his fingers pinching her clit hard.

  When the first powerful wave crested over her, his mouth closed on her neck and his teeth sank deep, piercing the vein. Her pussy spasmed, deep rolling convulsions that tightened her asshole around him.

  He drew blood, a cool rush flowing from her head while her orgasm shook her entire frame. She would have fallen to the mattress but for the gentle hands that surrounded her, supporting her while his hips continued to pump against her bottom, and his lips suckled at her neck.

  When he finished, slowly lapping the blood from her neck, tears trickled down her cheeks to fall to the bed.

  He slowly withdrew his cock and pulled her up until she sat on his lap. As his breaths slowed, his hands caressed her breasts and his cheek slid alongside hers, soothing her.

  “I’ll miss you,” she whispered.

  He kissed her cheek. “I’m a patient man, and we have time. As much as you need. When you’re ready to return…”

  “Why do you want me?” she asked, her voice cracking.

  A soft snort gusted against her cheek. “In you, I find the challenge I’ve been missing.”

  “You only want to conquer me?”

  “Partly,” he answered. “You excite me on so many fronts. You’re very like me, Chessa. Lonely, alone—unwilling to compromise.”

  “When I stop running, won’t you be bored?”

  His soft, delicious laughter warmed her. “That will never happen, Princess.”

  A smile tugged at her lips. “What? You getting bored?”

  “You standing still to let me catch you.”

  “Maybe,” she drawled. “Until then?”

  “I wait.”

  When the door creaked open, Rene stiffened.

  Natalie slipped inside and closed the door. She stood with her hand around the knob, not turning.

  For a long moment, he stared at her bent head. “Did you enjoy your meal?” he asked quietly, wondering at the low, deadly anger that filled him.

  Her shoulders straightened, and she glanced back, her gaze falling short of his. “It took the edge off.”

  She didn’t say of which hunger. Dammit, she’d filled both. Rene closed his eyes. “I’m leaving. In the morning.”

  “I heard,” she whispered.

  “You’ll be okay here. Safe.”

  “And if that isn’t enough?” She turned and leaned back against the door. Her blue eyes were moist. Her mouth tight.

  Inside, Rene groaned. The way she looked at him, like he was her sun and moon, made him even madder. “I can’t be what you need. I won’t die for you.”

  Her chin wobbled. “I’m not asking you to turn. I’m asking you to be there for me and your child.”

  Ice-cold shock stiffened his spine. “What?”

  She pulled away from the door and walked toward him, a scowl drawing her golden brows together. “Feeding my stomach wasn’t your purpose in coming here. Giving me a child was. The bitch who owns this place seems to think I’m already pregnant.”

  “It’s been one fucking day—”

  “And night. Apparently, long enough for her to know.”

  He raked a hand through his hair. “What does it matter if you are?” Even while the words pushed through his lips, he knew he sounded like a complete ass, but he felt like he was strangling.

  “You’d still leave me with them?”

  Her incredulous expression had him feeling even worse. Still, his inner demon shouted for him to cut and run. “Will you both be safe here?”

  “What about the part where I’m supposed to be happy?”

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p; “Well, that sure doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me.”

  She came closer. “I’m not staying,” she whispered. “If you don’t take me back with you, I’ll walk. I’m not asking for you to be with me. Just get me the hell away from here.”

  Rene could empathize with that statement. The longer he stayed the less of himself remained. Like a slow-working poison, the house and the inhabitants turned his insides out. “I don’t know if I can help you,” he admitted, pitching his voice low and hoping they didn’t have better sound equipment than the vice squad. “Chessa has clearance to take me back.”

  “Figure out a way to smuggle me out, too,” she whispered back. “Take me back to New Orleans. Maybe Simon will help me get away.”

  “Simon?” Just the mention of the name struck a raw nerve. “What exactly is he to you?”

  “Just a friend, I thought.” Her eyebrows drew together in a perplexed frown. “I’m not sure now. He’s mixed up in this, too.”

  Rene dragged in a deep breath. He couldn’t leave her here—but he wasn’t ready to think too hard about why. He knew he wasn’t ready to know. “When Chessa comes, we’ll figure out a way,” he said, reluctance already making him itch. “If you don’t want to stay, I won’t leave you here.”

  “How long do we have?”

  Rene shrugged and walked to the window. “I haven’t a clue,” he said, more loudly this time, not wanting the watchers to get too suspicious. “Maybe a couple of hours.” He pulled back the curtain. Clouds obscured the moon and stars. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to tell when dawn arrived because the cloud cover was so heavy.

  Keeping his gaze on the trees, bending in the wind, he asked, “Did you fuck him?”

  She drew a deep breath then released it. “No. It went pretty much the same way as with Gerard.”

  He was glad she didn’t lie, but his body still rejected the thought of her that hot and close to another man. “Did you kill this one?” God help him, he hoped so.

  Her footsteps drew close, stopping just behind him. “Not even a little bit. I think I’m getting control.”

  “Maybe next time you won’t have to get off with him,” he growled.

  Natalie’s arms encircled his waist, and she hugged him. “I’m sorry about all this.”