by Mia Caldwell
“I want you to play with yourself a little more.”
Leaving one hand on the mantel, she moved to comply. She arched her back against him so that his front pressed tighter against her ass, so even if he couldn’t see, he could feel everything she was doing.
Her hand wandered over her breasts and she squeezed her nipple. Colin murmured his approval against the crook of her neck as he pressed hot, tender kisses to her soft skin.
Even the smallest of his touches made Sabela’s senses sing. He felt so good, so right.
He had been driving her wild all evening, and now it was her turn to return the favor. She wanted him badly.
His fingertips slid across her stomach and stopped just above the triangle of her panties, but he didn’t touch lower. Driven by instinct, she widened her stance in invitation.
“That’s it, baby,” Colin whispered in approval. “Open up for me.”
Sabela pushed her backside firmly against his hard cock. Even as his hand wandered down her stomach and slid under her panties and into the gentle folds between her legs, she felt him pushing against her.
His free hand covered hers as she played with her nipple. Then he found the sensitive nub between her legs and her knees nearly buckled. She inhaled sharply.
Together, their fingers interlaced, he squeezed her hand as his other began to explore her sensitive parts. She heard Colin groan against her neck.
“You’re so ready. You’re so wet. I love it.”
There was no denying it.
After hours of teasing and of waiting, he was finally going to be hers. Sabela ground against him again, making it clear what she wanted.
All at once his fingers were gone, but she didn’t have time to miss them. Colin spun her around and kissed her … hard.
She loved the force of it, the demand, the claim. She wanted to be taken and to take in return.
Colin scooped her up into his arms, and she straddled his waist. His fingers bit into the skin of her backside, but it didn’t hurt. It was all pleasure.
With her in his arms, Colin moved across the room and threw her down onto his bed. She landed with a bounce and a gasp. He’d shed his clothes a moment later, but it was so quick that she realized he had to have been undressing himself the entire time he had been watching her.
From her position on the bed, Sabela could appreciate him in full. He was beautiful: an ultimate, undeniably male physique, toned and muscled, carved and cut. His tawny, tanned skin glistened in the firelight, along with his golden hair. He was an invader, an ancient Viking, come to claim the spoils of war.
She licked her lips and looked lower. His hard, long cock stood at attention against his stomach. So big. He opened a small package and unrolled a condom down, down, down the full length of his impressive manhood.
She’d seen aroused men in the past, but not one of them possessed a member so big and beautiful as Colin’s. She took another hard swallow.
While she fantasized, Colin crawled up on the bed and pressed a knee between her legs. Breathless, Sabela opened her thighs for him, and his other knee joined the first.
With one hand he grabbed her by the hip and lifted her up, and with the other he pulled off her panties in a quick yank. He tossed them aside then took hold of his thick cock and trailed it across the wet slick between her legs.
Sabela tried to buck her hips up, but he held her down and wouldn’t let her take control. His fierce gaze held hers, and she understood what she saw there. He demanded her surrender, total surrender. Her total trust.
He’d take everything or nothing.
And so she gave him everything. Her system buzzed with the freedom of surrender.
A tremor ran through her, and his fingertips tightened against her hip. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and then, with one hard thrust, he was inside her.
Sabela arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. She hadn’t expected him to enter her so quickly, with no preparation other than her own slick moisture. His cock rammed inside her as far as it could go, and the mixture of pain, lust and pleasure nearly made her come instantly.
She grabbed at the sheets to brace herself. Colin moved against her fluidly and pushed her further up onto the bed.
He groaned. “You’re so tight. God. You feel so good.”
Colin looked into her eyes as he pulled out and thrust into her again. It was too intense. Sabela closed her eyes, but Colin wasn’t having it.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
That short sentence carried heavy meaning. She knew on one level it meant that he wanted to see her as she reached her peak of pleasure, but, on the other hand, she was also exposing herself to him in the most vulnerable way.
It was as if he wanted to know that she was his, inside and out.
In the heat of the moment, she wanted that too. She wanted to be with Colin, and she wanted him to understand what he was doing to her. The blues of his eyes were hers to gaze into, and those blues darkened with excitement as she quickly reached her peak.
His fingers found the nub of her clit again, and she soared higher. She was so close.
Sabela had been holding back all evening, and what she saw in Colin’s eyes told her that he had been holding back, too. Now it was just the two of them, and there was no need for either of them to hold back any longer.
Colin reached up and clasped one hand over hers, holding her a willing captive. Then he drove into her deeper, and she took everything that he gave her. She cried out as the intensity grew and grew.
Then she cried out again, loud and high, as she came. As she came for him.
Colin’s mouth covered hers to silence her. The feeling of repression at the peak of her excitement was agony, but it was also pleasurable in the strangest way.
She thought he would come then, but he didn’t.
“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he told her. “Come for me. And you’re going to do it again, beautiful one.”
And so he didn’t stop taking her. He slowed down his thrusts, set a new rhythm as he powered over her. His big cock stretched her and drove her mad, her senses on fire almost before she’d come down from her first orgasm.
Again, his fingers worked their magic on her clit. Again he drove inside her, and his free hand held her in place, forced her to give him his way.
And she soared in the eroticism of it. She soared to an even higher plane than before. She heard herself saying his name over and over. “Colin. Colin. Colin. Oh, God, Colin!”
And he’d respond. “Yes, yes, take it, baby. All for you. Take my big, hard cock. Take it! Yes!”
All the while they looked into one another’s eyes. He shared her ecstasy, and she shared his craving.
Once she crested the peak, Colin slowed down again. He released her hands and kissed her gently. He squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples.
“So good, so good.” She sighed in repletion.
“Oh, you’re not done yet, lovely one,” he said with a dark chuckle. “I haven’t seen you on your knees yet.”
With a smooth motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach as if she were little more than a toy. He lifted her hips into the air. “On your knees. Stick that sweet ass up. Head down on the mattress. Just like that. Damn. What a view.”
He ran his hands over her ass, kneading her flesh. Her head turned to the side, Sabela could see their reflection in the big black windows. She shivered. He loomed over her, so huge, and she was tiny and vulnerable in comparison.
He leaned down, running a hand over her spine and tangling his fingers into the chignon at the back of her head.
“I like this,” he growled, using his handhold to keep her captive. “Do you?”
She was relieved he asked. It might have been too much had he not. “Yes,” she said, her voice all breathy.
He shoved inside her, taking her with a frenzy, flesh slapping on flesh, his hand pulling on her hair, his other hand gripping her hip. And
she pushed back as much as he’d allow. Their breaths were a quick staccato matching Colin’s thrusts.
Again and again. Over and over. It seemed he might never stop, and she didn’t want him to. A low buzz of pleasure ran through her body the entire time, sometimes climbing, sometimes falling. But always the pleasure, the tremors and shivers.
She’d not known such a thing was possible.
She watched him in the window, fucking her like the predator he was. She couldn’t move her head, couldn’t turn even an inch to see his face, and she couldn’t see close details in the windows. But she could see him slamming into her, and she felt him rattling her very bones with his need and desire for her.
It was an epiphany. She knew she’d never been wanted like this. And she’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Colin.
With this understanding, she soared into the stratosphere, losing herself in her orgasm, in Colin’s own, deep moans as he, too soared away.
They came, together, and rode the release as far as it could take them.
When it was over, Colin released her hair. They turned in unison onto their sides, still joined together as he spooned her. They breathed hard, and Sabela felt Colin’s heart hammering against her back.
He nuzzled her neck and shoulder. “So beautiful. More than I could imagine.”
The whole encounter had been like nothing Sabela had ever felt before. Something loosened inside of her at the thought of what it could mean to be Colin Morgan’s girlfriend, to belong to him and him to her.
It was a role that she thought she could enjoy.
One of his hands cupped her breast and squeezed gently. ”Give me ten minutes, and we’re going to do that again,” he said.
She lay her hand over his. ”You won’t hear any complaining from me.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
COLIN STOOD LOOKING OUT HIS bedroom windows as dawn broke over the range. He could barely see the reflection of the bed behind him in the glass. Sabela slept there.
After a very long, demanding night, she had finally collapsed, trembling and exhausted, and fallen asleep.
Thinking about what they had done made his cock twitch. He was already hungry for her again.
It was a shock that his appetite was this voracious, and it unnerved Colin. Also, it turned him on even more.
There was a part of him that said that he shouldn’t overanalyze what had happened between him and Sabela. Sleeping with her had always been part of his plan. What had happened was simply part of that plan.
He could thoroughly enjoy it until it ended. The lusty itch that had been gnawing at him would be scratched, and he would be able to return to his logical self.
He would have his revenge, and it would be all the sweeter because he knew that Sabela had wanted him badly. Less than a week ago, he would have been overjoyed to know that he’d drawn her in like he had.
Now he was getting a nudge or two of regret.
He thought back to emotions visible in her expression when she had reached the peaks of her orgasms. There had been something so naked and raw in it that it touched him. She was so damned honest and pure.
And there was all this trust there. She trusted him.
But it was all wrong.
She shouldn’t trust him and it shouldn’t have touched him at all.
Colin had been with many women, but none of them had brought the intensity and earnestness to their lovemaking that Sabela had. He wanted her to come again and again and again.
He wanted to ruin her for every other man in the world.
He knew that she wasn’t a virgin, but her reactions told him this was the first time that she had come this way. Though he knew it was ridiculous, he was pumped with pride, knowing he was the only man who’d truly satiated her.
Emotional attachment had never been part of the plan, but he argued with himself that great sex didn’t mean emotions had to get involved. He could control himself. He could still do what he needed to do.
The tactics he used would change a bit, that was all. Colin could enjoy his time with Sabela and make her feel good until they had to part ways.
Colin knew he should take her back to her room. Letting her stay here would only make it harder for him. And yet, he couldn’t deny the fact that lying next to Sabela was exquisite. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch her silken skin, and he craved the sweet scent of her, and the taste of her lips.
He felt both calm and energized in a way that he could not remember feeling in a long time, if ever. After four cold and lonely years, he deserved some peace, he decided.
Colin pushed a button to lower the shades and moved back to the bed. He climbed in carefully so as to not disturb her sleep until he was next to her again.
Sabela murmured, and he froze, but then she settled again. This time, she cuddled against him and melded herself against his body.
It filled him with a warm kind of joy.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked softly against the top of her head.
The warm feeling continued as he wrapped his arms loosely around her and drew her closer. He loved the way that she nuzzled her nose against his chest.
She fit perfectly against him.
Colin let the doubts and worries go and closed his eyes. He would deal with whatever came later. For now, he intended to enjoy this moment with Sabela.
He fell asleep with her wrapped in his arms.
Chapter Thirty
SABELA WOKE UP AND, FOR A moment, couldn’t place where she was.
The bed didn’t feel the same, and the heat beneath the sheets …
When the arm draped over her chest tightened, it all came back to her at once. She was sleeping in Colin’s bed after a night that she would never forget. She smiled.
The way he had claimed her was unlike anything she’d felt before. Exhilarating and freeing. And later, he gave her back some control and let her claim him. She flushed at the memory of being astride his hips, wantonly bucking on top of him, taking what she wanted.
Breathtaking.
Sabela squirmed and pressed her thighs together. A dull ache spread through her lower parts, the result, no doubt, of not being accustomed to such lengthy energetic passion. But it wasn’t anything to be worried about, more of an annoyance than anything else.
The squirming didn’t relieve any of her arousal, but what it did do was wake Colin. He stretched and yawned and cracked an eye open to peek at her. Sabela wiggled around to get a better look.
As she did, it occurred to her that she probably had morning breath. She pulled away from him and yanked the sheet up over her nose.
Colin’s eyes opened in full. She couldn’t get over how blue they were. It was like staring into the depths of the ocean.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Who are you supposed to be? A sexy ghost from my past coming back to haunt me?”
“I have morning breath,” Sabela said, refusing to pull down the sheet.
Colin laughed. “There’s an extra toothbrush in the bathroom, but I don’t mind if you don’t.” His hands snaked under the sheet and brushed up against her hip, and she felt her body immediately respond.
The heat between her legs returned in full force, but so did the ache.
“I think I’m a little bit sore from last night,” she admitted. “It’s been a long time.”
“I know the perfect cure. A bath. That will do all of your body good,” he said to her.
A bath was just what she needed. They’d gone at it hard, and she’d worked up a sweat more than once.
“A bath sounds great.”
Without missing a beat, Colin sat up and climbed out of bed. He pushed a button on a console on the nightstand, and the shades on the windows slowly raised, filling the room with bright light.
Colin’s naked body was fully hers to admire now, and Sabela didn’t shy away from taking it in.
Colin didn’t need the cover of shadows to make him handsome – he was just as stunning by daylight.
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��Stay right there. I’ll be back in a moment,” he said.
She watched him as he crossed the room and admired his backside as he went. He was the most handsome man that she had ever seen, she decided.
Sabela almost couldn’t believe he’d chosen her.
After one of the best nights of her life and the great rest that followed it, she was aglow with delight. For as long as it lasted, Sabela planned to enjoy it. And that, hopefully, meant spending more quality time with her handsome billionaire.
She heard water starting to run and realized that Colin hadn’t been kidding. He was running a bath for her. The glow grew, and her smile widened.
The beast was tamed, and the man was back. She hoped he’d stay for good.
Colin returned to the room a moment later and came to her side of the bed. He leaned over and tugged the sheet away, leaving her bare. Sabela looked up at him, surprised but pleased, then let her gaze wander down his firm chest and across the tight expanse of his stomach.
The cock nestled below was starting to harden again.
She was amazed that she had that kind of effect on this powerful, handsome man.
“As much as I’d love to do something else with you right now, let’s get you into the bath,” he said.
Intending to take his hand and climb out of bed on her own, Sabela hadn’t been anticipating him scooping her up into his arms. She squealed as he lifted her, then she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pressed a quick kiss against her temple.
“We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself any further by having you walk,” he said with a wink.
“And what about your back?” she protested. “You can’t just go lifting girls around without stretching first, Colin. You’re asking to hurt yourself.”
“How many eligible young women do you see walking around Haberlin Chalet?” Colin countered, grin growing. “I’ll be fine. You’re light as a feather.”
He moved so easily with manly grace that she believed him.
They entered the bathroom, and she saw that the tub was already half-full, and there were bubbles everywhere. He gently knelt down beside it and lowered her into the bathwater. The heat was fantastic at relieving some of the ache, and she moaned in delight.