Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(56)

“Lie back,” he murmured as he lay beside her. Just his nearness on the bed was already arousing her—so she hit the timer.

Taking the watch from her, he tossed it to the bedside table. Then he grasped her wrists.

“Cadeon?”

“I’m going to hold your hands behind your back.” He pinned them there.

“Why?”

“So you don’t worry about hurting me. Try to get free.”

Feeling a jolt of panic, she did, using all her strength to break his hold.

And she didn’t gain an inch. She might as well have been held by steel.

“You can’t overpower me. You can’t hurt me.”

Then this wouldn’t be like the other times. He was an immortal warrior—not a human freshman. Holly found herself relaxing in his grip.

As soon as he felt her go soft, his free hand tugged her skirt up past the tops of her stockings until her panties were exposed. She started to tremble as he eased them down to her knees.

“Part those pretty thighs for me.”

As she hesitantly did, he drew her sweater and bra up, completely exposing her breasts.

“Wait . . . I think I’ve changed my—Oh!” she cried when he fastened his lips around one of her nipples.

He sucked the peak inside his mouth, licking it there, making her moan, “Oh, my lord.”

She thought he might make her climax just from his insistent suckling. She was still reeling from the delicious heat of his mouth when he ran his fingertip along her sex. She gasped a shocked breath.

“So hot and slick.” His voice sounded pained. “Even more than I imagined.” Using her own moisture, he began to rub his forefinger over her sensitive clitoris.

Holly had never been touched like this, had never imagined . . .

She struggled to hold on, to think of other things, but she yearned for release, getting closer with each clever caress of his finger and firm tug on her nipple. She dimly realized her hips were arching wantonly to his finger, but she couldn’t stop them.

“Spread your legs more.”

Every second of every day in the past, she’d fought not to think about the needs of her body. Now it seemed there was no fight, there could be no fight.

Her knees fell open wide.

He groaned around her swollen nipple. “That’s it.”

Losing control . . . those impulses arose.

Yet she was helpless to act on them. He’d seen to that. “Cadeon . . .”

Faster, faster, he rubbed his finger over her now throbbing clitoris, dipping it to her sex to rewet it. “I’m going to put it inside you, okay?” he said against her breast, beginning to delve that finger.

With a moan, she accepted defeat. This was too delicious, too overwhelming for her to resist. “Don’t stop . . .”

Inch by inch, he filled her until it was all the way in. At the same time he stirred that finger deep inside her, he began slowly circling his thumb over her clitoris. He rasped, “Does that feel good, baby?”

Mindless, she thrashed her head on the pillow. “Yes, yes!” He was going to do it, would make her climax. The first man ever to. “Just don’t stop, please . . .”

“Not until you’ve come for me.”

“Oh, God,” she cried. “Oh, yes!”

“That’s it, Holly. I’ve wanted to see this for so long . . . .”

Her climax overtook her. Her eyes flashed open in shock at the almost frightening intensity—stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. Wet, clenching, going on and on, until she arched her back and screamed with pleasure . . . .

*

Seeing her coming was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed, making him so hard he feared he’d join her before he even got his cock out.

As he wrung every ounce of pleasure from her, her tight sheath squeezed his finger, milking it so hungrily over and over again.

Lightning flared outside, the thunder shaking the room.

Finally, she whimpered, “No more,” and pushed his hand away—just as his watch alarm went off.

Leaning up over her, he snatched it from the bedside table, crushing it in his fist to silence it.

When he turned back to her, he saw that she hadn’t rushed to cover herself as he’d expected. Her hair had come loose. Her sweater, skirt, and panties remained where he’d left them.

She was beyond caring. This was how he’d always wanted to see her—unlaced, drugged with passion until her prim fa?ade shattered. She was panting with heavy-lidded eyes, her swollen nipples wetted from his mouth.

Those blond curls between her legs were damp from her orgasm, and his cock strained for them. He ran the heel of his palm along his shaft, asking, “Will you ease me, Holly?” His voice was hoarse.

When she bit her lip and nodded, he yanked open the button fly of his jeans, shoving them to his knees. His cock sprang free, pulsing between them.

Eyes riveted, she sat up, murmuring, “But I don’t know how. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me more than I do right now. Just touch it.”

Holly tentatively raised her hands to his shaft. At the first contract, he hissed in a breath, and involuntarily bucked. All he could think over and over was, My female has her hands on my cock.

She began to run her soft, soft hands over his heated flesh. When his cockhead grew slick like it had last night, he groaned in bliss. Using her forefinger, she daubed the moisture, spreading it in circles on the crown. “That’s so good, baby,” he rasped. “Now, just stroke it for me.”