Page 28 of Spellbound
“She took me in when my father passed away. Otherwise, I might have had to go live with my mama’s people. Up in the hollow.”
“Would that have been so bad?”
“Not if I didn’t mind marrying my first cousin one day.” I took a sip of wine and made appreciative noises as I sank into the surprisingly soft sofa.
He settled himself across from me in a matching leather chair, and for a moment, just sat there and stared at me. I felt a little self-conscious and squirmed under his regard.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Intensely…like you want to…”
“Eat you up? Because I do want that.” He shrugged as I felt a deep blush start somewhere in the vicinity of my toes and work its way up.
“Damn, the things you say.”
He smiled. “Just being honest. Come over here and I’ll show you.”
I laughed nervously and looked anywhere in the room but at him.
“Don’t tell me you’re shy. You came to my room last night.”
“Because there was something outside my window.”
“Not when I got in there. No, I think you just wanted some company.”
“I barely knew you then.”
He laughed. “It was yesterday.”
“Well, anyway, I feel like I know you better now.”
He shrugged and stood up, holding out a hand to me. “Then let’s get to know each other even better. I don’t think I want to wait much longer. Come with me.”
I put my glass down and walked toward him, and he grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed me and my legs went around his waist. We stumbled together to his room, still kissing. He carried me over to his bed and we fell down on top of it, with him already pulling at my clothes and his with me frantically trying to help, though he pushed my hands impatiently away. Then somehow my clothes were off, and we were both naked, out of breath with our chests heaving. I heldmy arms out for him again, because I needed to touch him like I needed breath in my body. But he pinned both my hands over my head, nuzzling my neck like he couldn’t help himself.
He was on his knees leaning over me on the bed by that time, running his hands all over my skin, while still making my temperature skyrocket. I didn’t try to move my hands and just let him have his way with me. He groaned his approval. He was making my whole body feel languid and his kisses had a drugging effect on me. His mouth was so warm and soft. I heard myself whimpering and begging a little. He moved his big hands under my ass, and they gently, maddeningly massaged my ass. I’d never felt this compulsion to be ravished by anyone before, not with anyone else I’d ever been with. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, digging in my heels.
“Make love to me,” I begged him shamelessly, rutting against him, wanting, needing to feel him inside me again. I kept trying to reach for his cock as if I could pull it into me. “Please,” I begged him, “I’ve wanted to make love to you almost from the first minute I saw you.” I never thought I’d ever beg a man this way, but here we were.
He gazed down at me then and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. It was the most powerful one between us yet, even hotter than those we’d already shared. He was kissing me like he owned me. I’d never felt that from anyone else. Not ever, and it was a wonderfully seductive feeling. He kissed me until we were both panting hard, and I realized that for the first time I really was not in charge of anything, and totally at his mercy. But it wasn’t a frightening place to be. I knew he would take care of me.
When had I had time to start trusting him? Did I trust him? I heard myself sighing softly and stopped struggling with every emotion I was feeling. I gave in to all of it and I allowed him to do what he wanted to me. From his drawer, he took out lubricant and slathered it over me, probably using too much, but I didn’tcare. I just wanted him to hurry, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He insisted on taking his time with me. Our kisses were frantic at first and then long and slow, like we’d done this many times before.
They were passionate kisses, an intoxicating and endless exchange of breath and longing. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see sparks flying between us, because that’s how incendiary those kisses were. I couldn’t get enough, and I couldn’t get close enough to him. He stripped off the last of my clothing and then went to work on what remained of his. When he was done, he lay over me and then rolled, pulling me with him so that I landed on top, straddling him. I ran my hands down his broad, strong chest, bending to kiss and gently tease the stiff points of his nipples.
I grasped his erection in my hand. It was hard as a stone, long and thick and leaking his excitement. I moved up against him, rubbing our pricks together and then stroking, finding a rhythm. He was being so careful of my injured leg, and I loved him for that.
Moving his hand slowly but steadily over both of us, he watched my face, as it went through a whole range of emotions. One of his big hands stroked my back, tracing its way down to the warm pucker of my entrance. He began to push inside me with a broad finger, and I arched over him and cried out. Still, I didn’t want to move away from those probing fingers. I leaned back on his hand and began to make some embarrassing noises as I squirmed and rubbed. Meanwhile, my hand was moving faster over his cock, and from the sounds he was making, I knew he was close to coming too. He put his hand over mine and took over, aggressive and demanding, sweeping away any protests I might have had and making me take it. When my release came, it was at the same time as his, and it was sudden and intense. I cried out so loudly he had to put a hand over my mouth tokeep me from flying apart. It went on and on, ending in little shock waves of pleasure that left us both drained and panting for breath.
When it was over, he lay beside me and trailed a hand down my back and hips. I think he drowsed a bit. After a while, I drifted back up to reality and I realized that I’d been with him twice now and he hadn’t used protection.
When I mentioned that to him, he shook his head. “Mortal diseases. We don’t have them.”
I sat up and looked at him. “Wait. You don’t think you’remortal?”
