5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  Molded against his body as he moved, she felt some of the tension slide from her limbs. His chest against her cheek was strong and she inhaled the delightful scent that was all him with a slight hint of his cologne. She had thought he would take her to the bed immediately, but the dance was just what she needed to calm her nerves enough to not panic.

  When he lowered his lips to hers, his hand resting under her chin to lift it gently, he reminded himself to go slowly. Still moving to the rhythm, his tongue joined in the dance with hers and the sweet taste of her kiss enflamed him more than any woman before her.

  Her hands found their way around his neck and she allowed her mind to focus on the incredible feeling of his mouth on hers. The tender caress of his large hands splaying over her back forced a soft sigh from her lips, and he kissed her deeply. She could lose herself in this kiss she thought, her heart racing and a strange excitement moving through her body.

  When the song ended she was breathless and could only stare at him in wonder. The smile he gave she returned with one of her own, amazed that he could be so tender. Stepping back, she slowly lifted the silken tank top over her head, wanting him to know she was ready to take this further.

  He glanced over the silken skin she revealed and felt awed by her trust. Every instinct told him to reach out and touch the gift she was offering, but something held him back. When she moved her trembling hands behind her to unsnap the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the ground, his own breath caught in his throat. Her breasts were perfect, the soft full mounds and mouthwatering pale pink tips, had his body reacting instantly. He unbuttoned his own shirt and let it fall away as well.

  Her eyes took in every inch of his wide bronzed chest with the slight splattering of curly hair. His thick, muscled arms, she knew would never cause her pain, he was just beautiful to gaze at. She moved to the bed sitting down, and removed her sneakers and ankle socks before standing again. With a nervous smile, her hands went to the snap of her jeans and unbuttoned, then slid the zipper down. With her eyes never leaving his, she shimmied them off her slightly rounded hips, and then stepped out of them, leaving only the tiny white-lace panties she was wearing to hide her from his view.

  If he thought she was beautiful before, it compared nothing to the incredible vision before him now. He ached with a desire that floored him, to run his hands over every inch of her perfect body. From her shapely legs, to the soft flatness of her abdomen, and then those beautiful breasts that he knew would fill his hands just perfectly, he wanted all she had to give and then everything more.

  He quickly removed his own shoes and pants, and stood before her, almost afraid to touch the perfection that was all Angela. His shaft strained against his boxer briefs, and for a moment he understood that he wasn't in control. Strangely enough it didn't bother him in the least that she had taken the lead here.

  The coolness of the air wafted against her bare skin and she wished she had the courage to take off the last flimsy bit of fabric, but she faltered. "Nolan," she whispered, her trembling fingers resting on the elastic of the material, she felt almost frozen.

  "I want to see all of you sweetheart," he wanted to walk over and help her remove the last barrier, but knew she needed to do this on her own. She had shown more courage than any woman he'd ever known by going this far in his opinion. He refused to take that away from her now.

  Taking a shaky deep breath, she slid the silky material down her thighs, and stepped out of them. A part of her wanted to cover herself from his passion filled eyes, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted and she remained completely still as he glanced over every inch of her exposed flesh.

  "I've never seen anyone more beautiful Angela," he whispered in reverence. Walking over, he engulfed her in his arms once more, feeling the tremor moving through her small frame. The feel of her softness against his body was the most amazing sensation he'd ever known, and he stood there for a few moments just enjoying the feel of her so close to him.

  He kissed her again, and for the first time in her life she truly wasn't afraid. It felt so wonderful to be held by him, to enjoy his hardness against her as her softness gave way. Her body ached with strange new sensations and she whimpered softly, confused at the overwhelming need for even more.

  With more care than he had ever given anything, he lifted her into his arms and walked over to the bed. Gently, he lowered using one hand to pull back the comforter before placing her in the center. Joining her quickly, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again. Even as his body demanded release, he refused to move faster, needing her to want to be here as much as he wanted her.

  When her back arched up, rubbing her breasts against his chest, he knew she needed more. Lowering his large hand, he cupped the beautiful mound lovingly, before lowering his head and suckling the pale peak into his mouth. Her soft cry of pleasure moved through him and he ached to give her everything she needed to be whole once more.

  Her hands roamed over the thick muscles in his back, amazed at the incredible feeling his mouth was giving. Closing her eyes, she allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. As his teeth gently nipped the peak, she felt a pang of desire move from her breast straight to her core, and cried out softly.

  He couldn't get enough, his hands traced the smooth skin of her arms, trailed across her abdomen, and then lowered to run down the length of her legs. Moving to the end of the bed he lifted her small arched foot, and suckled her toes, then allowed his tongue to find her ankle, calf, and her thigh before moving up and finding her lips again.

  Her core was aching as he continued to rein kisses and caresses everywhere but where she craved it the most. When he carefully turned her over on her stomach, she almost groaned in frustration as his hands and lips trailed down her spine, over her rear, and down to her feet again. "Please Nolan," she begged softly, she needed more than this, even as her face flushed with heat of her brazenness.

  He knew exactly what she needed, but had refused to do more than she was ready for. Turning her back over, he smiled warmly. "Do you want me to touch you sweetheart?" At her nod he chuckled softly and his hands moved over her arms then breasts again. "Like this?" She had to give him permission to go further, he decided.

  Shaking her head no, she gave a frustrated whimper, wondering why he didn't know what she needed from him.

  "You have to tell me what you want angel," his lips found hers again, stilling all movement of his hands.

  With her body on the edge of some amazing discovery, she still couldn't put into words what she desired. Instead she grabbed his hand and lowered it to the part of her that was aching almost painfully. She knew her face was probably burning with color, but she forced herself to look up into his expressive eyes.

  If it had been anyone else he would have demanded she put into words what she wanted, with her this was more than enough. His long fingers slid through the soft downy curls between her thighs, and stroked gently. He had always preferred his women shaved, but with her she was perfect the way she was, he thought. The silken flesh of her core was drenched with her need, and he felt like screaming thank you at the top of his lungs. She tensed as he slid one finger inside the tightness of her flesh, and he slowly withdrew.

  "You are so tight my little angel," he caressed the small nub again before allowing his finger to slide in again slowly. He wasn't a small man, and worried that he'd break his promise to not cause her pain when he took her. Determined not to let that happen, he added another finger attempting to stretch her.

  She gasped at the delicious feeling of his fingers inside of her, even though there was a slight fullness she wasn't used to. His movements were so slow and unhurried that within minutes she was arching up to meet every gentle thrust of the magic of his hand, aching again for more.

  Sliding his fingers from her clenching flesh, he lowered his body down the bed, and lifted her shapely thighs over his shoulders. The slight fear in her eyes, he returned with a smile before lowering his mouth to the perfection
of her taste.

  Shocked at what he was doing, she tensed until the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue drove away any other thoughts. When his fingers found her again, as his tongue continued to torment her, she found release almost immediately and cried out loudly. Her first orgasm, she thought as she floated back into her own mind. She didn't have long to recover as his mouth and fingers began the same dance again, amazing her as her body wanted release again.

  Moving back up her body, he kissed her gently before sliding from the bed and removing his boxers. Her eyes widened as they found his shaft, and she knew that he was gifted in that area even if she had only seen one other male before. "Nolan?" The thought of him filling her with his hugeness, made her pause for a minute.

  The need in his eyes though, there was no way she could deny him his pleasure after all he had already given her tonight. Parting her thighs slightly, she held out her arms to him, telling him without words she wanted this to go further.

  If she had demanded that he stop, he knew that he would have been happy to simply have given her pleasure this night. Her open arms filled him with more joy than he could ever recall having before and he slowly lowered himself back onto the bed. Coming between her thighs, his fingers stroked softly until she was once again arching toward his touch. "Watch me," he entreated with what little patience he had left.

  Her eyes opened widely as he slowly inched inside her resistant flesh, and she cried out softly at the pain. Her nails bit into his back as she felt her body stretch to accommodate him, and for a panic filled moment she knew this would never work. Biting her lip to stop from crying out again, she attempted to relax.

  She was so incredible tight and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. "Sweetheart we can stop," he hoped he still had that capability, as he spoke the words and inched in again slowly then retreating at the look of pain on her beautiful face.

  "Don't stop," she demanded softly, not happy about the pain, but also wanting to share this with him. Lowering her hands to his perfect rear she pushed down as her hips lifted up and on his thrust he broke through the barrier of her innocence. She couldn't stop the cry that escaped at the burning pain, or the tears that slid from her eyes.

  A million thoughts moved through his head at that moment, knowing he'd just taking her virginity and not knowing how it was possible. Sensing the pain he was causing, he remained completely still, allowing her body to adjust, and knew he wouldn't bring up any of those thoughts at the moment. Her pleasure was all that mattered and he was determined to bring it back.

  The pain was slowly receding, and she could tell by the look on his face how much strain it was causing him to not move. "I'm okay Nolan," she whispered softly.

  His fingers tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes and he slowly moved. "Soon it will feel good again, I promise," he hoped he wasn't lying, but that's what he'd heard. He never taken a virgin before and could only hope they were right. With all the control he could muster, he slowly began thrusting inside her tight sheath, all his focus on bringing her desire again. Allowing his fingers to trail between their bodies, he caressed the swollen nub again until she cried out softly.

  Without the barrier in the way, her body was aching again for the incredible release she knew he could give. Arching up to meet each thrust of his body, she lost herself in the bliss that was all Nolan. Her body was stretched and so full, but it was such an incredible feeling that she wanted to stay joined with him like this forever. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she felt him delve even deeper and cried out at the incredible friction until she tensed and came undone so completely. It was the most amazing experience of her life.

  Her clenching folds drove him over the edge and he lost himself to the moment until his release came so powerfully he was stunned for a few brief moments. When he could see clearly again, he carefully lifted away from her, the soft whimper from her lips, making him cringe. He didn't like the idea of hurting her at all.

  Curling against his chest with his arm wrapped around her protectively, she was blown away by the beauty of what they'd just shared. If this is what making love was like, she thought, she wanted to do it every single day for the rest of her existence. The thought forced a small laugh from her lips.

  Leaning over, he pulled a stray wisp of hair from her face. "You know sweetheart, laughing at a man after sex could make him doubt his skills." He grinned, wanting her to know he was only joking.

  "I think your skills are pretty perfect," she smiled back, somewhat embarrassed at the conversation.

  His facial expression grew serious as he considered what she had given him this night. "I didn't know you were a virgin," he spoke quietly, trying to understand how her stepfather had raped her and the obvious fact it was impossible.

  She tensed and knew he deserved the truth, "He didn't take that virginity," she hated thinking about what he'd done to her when she was lying here with him.

  The dawning of what she was saying made him livid. He could only imagine the agony of what she suffered being taken that way by a man who obviously didn't care if he hurt her. Pulling her against him protectively, he wanted to beat the asshole until he knew how it felt to suffer in that way. Even with his submissive's he spent weeks of training them for anal sex, and then it wasn't always easy for a first timer. "Baby I'm so sorry for what you went through." He couldn't let her see his anger, she might take it in the wrong way.

  "I know now what it can be like Nolan, I just want to forget." Holding him tightly, she believed that maybe after being with him now she could finally let go of the pain she'd sheltered in her heart for so long.

  He had to lighten the mood, he decided. "I don't know angel, we might have to do this a hundred times or more to make sure you know how good it can be." He forced a small laugh for her benefit, but the thought of showing her all the pleasures he had to offer was a very tempting idea.

  "Just a hundred," she giggled, thinking after what he'd shown her tonight they could probably knock that number out in a week.

  "Okay maybe a thousand, but after that you might need to let me rest," he loved joking with her, and it helped ease the anger he felt earlier at that detriment to society who had hurt her so viciously.

  She laughed and felt like for once her entire world was perfect. He pleasured her and showed her how to pleasure him a few more times during the night, but he refused to make love again. He knew her body was sore and needed time to heal, and the last thing he would ever consciously do is hurt her.

  10 Defenseless

  The following weeks were like a dream come true, Angela relived the memories after hanging up from talking with Rachel. Nolan was stuck in pre-production for the show tonight, and it was the first time they'd really been apart since she moved in. He'd invited her to come along, but knowing the reporters would be talking with the contestants, she'd pleaded off for a little quiet time.

  All her song tracks had been put down at the studio, and even the new music video she was starring in was completed. Several times she felt like pinching herself, afraid she was going to wake up and discover she was still back home. Nolan had been the most generous lover, and she couldn't tell him, but she'd fallen so in love with him the thought of walking away made her heart ache.

  He treated her like a fragile princess, and it was such a contradiction to the control freak he showed the rest of the world on camera. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear what the servant was saying until she nodded her head, and pulled herself out of the dreamland of her memories.

  Apparently she had a visitor, since the servant told her she'd bring refreshments to the living room. Having no idea who would be visiting her here, since everyone she knew in town was involved in the production of the show, she quickly walked down stairs to greet her guest.

  Her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight of the man who had filled her nightmares for years. "Ronald," eyes widening in fear, she couldn't muster up the courage to say anything else.

  "It looks like they've
really dolled you up," taking a seat on the expensive leather couch, he allowed his eyes to roam suggestively over his now fully grown stepdaughter.

  "Ms. Storm, will drinks be sufficient?" Edward, the housekeeper inquired, unaware of what the situation was.

  "Drinks, preferably bourbon if you have it," he waved the butler off with his hand, pleased that Angela seemed to be unable to talk. The little bitch had caused him endless grief after her disappearance and he was here to make sure she paid one way or another.

  "As you wish, Sir," walking from the room Edward felt somewhat uncomfortable with the uncouth man in the mansion, and considered calling his employer. Being the professional he was, he decided to serve drinks before contacting Mr. Fitzgerald.

  "What are you doing here Ronald," she couldn't believe he'd found her, and here of all places. She wanted to run from the room, but fear kept her immobile, standing in the same place she'd remained since she saw him in the room.

  "Is that any way to greet your daddy, girl," looking her over again, he thought she'd filled out in all the right places. "Come sit your ass down, and let's have a discussion like two adults."

  His attitude freed her from her sluggish mindset and she grew enraged. "I want you out of my house before I call the police." She tried to make the demand forceful but it came out as a croaky whisper. The man still had the ability to terrify her.

  "Listen you little bitch, I've had to deal with your mother's bullshit for the last five years since you left, and you're going to make it worth my while to leave again, if you know what's good for you." As she visibly shrank back he grinned.

  "What do you want," this couldn't be happening, she thought as her stomach churned in nausea. Why now, after all these years had he found her? She turned and was about to leave the room, when he stood, reached out and gripped her arm tightly, then slapped her soundly across the face.