Dark Desire (6 page)

“Look at me,
Laris
.”

The deep lilt of
his voice shivered through her, her name on his lips an erotic caress inflaming
her with his soft demand. Unable to fight it she found herself obediently
lifting her gaze, caught once again in his otherworldly eyes.

“You are not
what I expected.”

Her brow furrowed
at the unexpected confession. “And what
were
you expecting?”

His lips parted
in a breathtaking smile, and she fought the impulse to close the distance
between them, bask in his heat, the hard length of his body and stroke her
hands all over the golden expanse of his bare chest. Gods, he was so beautiful
and so male. He oozed masculine sexuality making her aware of her femininity in
ways she never expected.

“Someone not
nearly as tempting, my sweet,” he murmured closing the distance between them,
his head bending down to capture her lips in a kiss.

She gasped in
surprise at the assault to her senses, and he took advantage, his tongue
darting inside to stroke and explore. His flavor of sweet wine and hot spices
burst on her tongue and seeped inside her like a drug. He swallowed her moan of
pleasure, the kiss deepening going from tender to dominant in a heartbeat. His
glasses fell from her grasp, forgotten as her arms twined around the strong
column of his neck of their own accord. Her fingers speared into the short
silky strands of his hair as his hands traveled the length of her back, to cup
her ass and bring her up tight against the thick swell of his erection. Her
blood thundered in her ears as her breasts pebbled against the hard flesh of
his chest.

Her tongue
tangled with his, her teeth grazing against his upper lip as she met his
ferocity with her own. Her sex pulsed painfully, juices weeping for so much
more. Her blood felt on fire in her veins as it pounded through her system. Her
breasts ached, the peaks stiff and throbbing. If he didn’t start touching her
soon she would go mad with the intensity of her need. What was it about him
that affected her so?

He broke the
kiss, those strange beautiful eyes darkening to a dark forest green, swallowing
the dark slits of his pupils. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the
realization she could easily fall in love with this man she called husband.

****

Zeke’s arms were
filled with warm woman, pressed snug against him, her curves hitting him in all
the right places. Dimly he wondered if he’d ever wanted a female as much as he
wanted this one. His cock throbbed in complete agreement. He drank in the
beauty of
Laris
, her dark skin the color of burnished
copper, thick, black hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back in soft
curls away from a small oval face.
Perfection.

Mine.

Satisfaction
filled his chest at the sight of her parted lips, swollen and pink from his
kisses. The soft, dove grey color of her large expressive eyes smoldered. Dimly
he knew on a soul deep level that he could easily lose himself in those
mysterious depths. Her beauty stole his breath while her response to his kiss
inflamed his senses. The delectable scent of orchards and moonlight mixed in
the air with the heady undertone of her arousal, calling to something primal
inside of him.

His eyes roamed
over her nightgown of gold satin, clinging to her curves. The color enhanced
the darkness of her skin. A high slit split the material up one side showing
one long lean leg to perfection, and her small waist was cinched in with a
beaded belt, which only enhanced the flare of her hips. Her full breasts
swelled against the low neckline barely covering those luscious mounds.

The sweet taste
of her on his tongue, her heady scent filling his nostrils and lungs, he bent
and claimed those tempting lips once more. He relished the feel of her body
pressed against his, her arms tightening around his neck as she eagerly opened
for him. His blood pounded in his ears as his cock tightened painfully.
So responsive to his touch, his kiss.

His hands cupped
the back of her head, gently tilting her face for better access as he deepened
the kiss, letting his hunger for her show in every thrust of his tongue. Her
groan went to his head pushing his control to its limit. His hands smoothed
over her shoulders, down her back until they reached the perfect, tight globes
of her ass once again and pulled her hard against his raging erection. The feel
of her sex pressing against him brought his head up with a hiss.

Zeke’s words came
out on a ragged breath. “You need to take your clothes off now before I tear
them off you.”

With a smile
equal part seductress and innocence she took a step back, lifting her arms in
the air, a challenge in her stormy gaze. “You take it off.”

Chapter Five

With a low growl
he complied, jerking the material off her body with eager impatience. His body
heated at the luscious sight before him. Never in his life had a female looked
so tempting, beautiful to the point of awe. Her gaze dropped to the floor, her
arms crossing to cover her breasts.

“No,” Zeke
ground out in a voice gone as coarse as ground pepper, his insides burning from
an uncontrollable need to have her,
be
inside and
around her. Mark her as his. The possessiveness he felt surprised him, as he had
never experienced anything remotely like it for another. He felt unbalanced and
completely out of his element.

He gently pulled
her arms back to her sides, his gaze trapping hers. “Never hide from me, sweet,
your body, and those tempting breasts. So full and firm, your nipples like dark
cherries are so hard. My mouth waters to sample you.”

He almost smiled
as her breathing grew labored, eyes dilating with her need. It seemed his
beautiful bride responded to dirty talking. The realization made him hard as
stone. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes.” Her
whisper came back to him on a puff of heated air, carrying her arousal.

He let his gaze
travel over her, his hunger hitting the red zone as he cleared his suddenly dry
throat. Her dark skin beckoned to him as he looked his fill, admiring the toned
muscle beneath the soft flesh. Her full breasts narrowed to a small waist,
flaring into rounded hips and legs, which seemed to go on forever. He could
easily envision those perfect limbs wrapped tight around him. Her sex called to
him, the thatch of black springy curls glistening with her juices.

So
ready for him.

Gods, everything
he found attractive in a female stood in front of him, a walking sexual fantasy
come to life.
And all his.

He wanted to
hear her moans of pleasure as he touched every inch of her, wanted to taste her
cream and drown in it as she came. He closed the distance between them, hands
trembling as his fingertips trailed lightly over her jaw and down her long
slender throat to her exquisite collarbones.

“You were made
for me, my sweet.” He whispered against the softness of her hair, and then he
bent, scooping her up against him. A small gasp escaped her ripe lips as he
laid her gently on the large bed. He followed her down to cover her with his
hard, aching body, placing his weight on his arms as he started down at her.

“Exquisite.”

Her fingers
clutched the front of his vest, bunching the fine silk without a care. “You
have too many clothes on.”

Her boldness
surprised and excited him.

“A lusty female,
I believe we will get along very well.”

His deep chuckle
vibrated in his chest, and he watched in fascination as the tip of her tongue
swept across her lips. She was a heady mixture of temptation and innocence,
pleasure and hell, and at the moment he couldn’t care less if he burned, as
long as he had her.

Her low whimper
filled his ears, the most erotic sound he’d ever heard, and her small hands
tugged imperiously at his vest. With a shrug of his shoulders, it slid off his
body. The vest didn’t even hit the floor before she was tugging at the
waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips enough for her to slide the pants
down his hips to his thighs, his erection springing free from the tight
confines that held him.

Her eyes widened
as her fingers reached for him. “You’re so … large doesn’t seem the right word
for what you are.”

“Sweets, you
know exactly what a man likes to hear.” He laughed.

Her eyes
narrowed as she gave him a slow mischievous smile. “I’m a very quick study.”

 
He tensed at the raw pleasure tightening his
balls, his cock throbbing as her fingers stroked from base to tip. His body
burned at the simple touch. “More.” He shuddered. When her fingers circled his
girth, his eyes closed at the agonizing bliss of her hesitant touch. “Stroke
like this,” he ordered in a guttural tone, his hand covering hers as he showed
her how to move up and down his throbbing shaft. “Oh, yeah, sweet, that’s it.
Squeeze harder … shit, that’s so good.”

He knew he
wouldn’t last much longer if she continued. Hell, he didn’t think the first
time he plunged inside her he would last. As gently as he could, he reached for
her hand, removing her from temptation to lose his control and smiled at the
question shining in her storm grey eyes. “I won’t last long if you continue
pumping me like that. And I plan to last long enough to give you at least a
couple orgasms before taking you.”

“Oh, well … wow,
I’m not sure how to respond to that,” she said in a low husky tone, which sent
heat straight to his cock.

Leaning down he
took her lips in a demanding kiss, pouring all his hunger into it. She
responded with a small whimper, opening for him as he explored her moist
depths. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, to trail small kisses over her
delicate jawbone. He nipped and kissed his way down her throat to her plump,
firm breasts. His control frayed as he nuzzled those luscious mounds, and her
nipples pebbled, teasing him to the point of madness. He needed to make this
first time last, needed to be gentle.
Even if it killed him.

****

He was killing
her.

Death
by foreplay, but what a way to go.
She could barely think as he tortured
her nipple with his wickedly talented mouth, teeth lightly scraping across the
sensitive tip. Moisture gathered between her legs, her sex throbbing in time
with her heart. The ache spread through her turning like wildfire, thrumming
through her being to settle just below her belly button.

She might be a
virgin, but that didn’t mean she was ignorant of sex. She’d had enough
encounters with other men to know the erotic burn of desire. A kiss here, a
touch there, yet nothing could have prepared her for the intensity of pleasure
from his simple touch, his kiss. She was lost to the sensations he brought out
of her. With every tug of his mouth on her nipple, a bolt of searing heat raced
down to her core. Her hips lifted, rubbing her sex against his thick erection.
She needed him inside her before she went mad from need.

“You are so
responsive. I bet if I put my fingers between those beautiful legs of yours you
would be wet for me. Gods, I need to taste you, eat your cream until you come.”

His words rasped
against her skin, driving her mindless with the searing heat of her desire. He
moved down her body, placing his broad shoulders between her legs, spreading
her wide to his view.
“So pink and wet.”
He groaned.

Yes, touch me there, please.
She begged
within her head, incapable of speech as he kissed her inner thigh moving with
agonizing slowness toward where she needed him. His first lick between her folds
nearly made her come right off the bed, if not for his hands firmly on her hips
keeping her in place. Another lick brought a groan from deep in Zeke’s throat,
the vibration sending a spike of need rocketing though her system.

He set to work
in earnest, his tongue plunging deep inside mimicking what his cock would soon
do. The thought of him entering her, filling her, flashed in her mind, her
orgasm taking her by surprise as it rushed through her body with jarring force.
A strangled cry tore from her lips as her hips ground against him, fingers
clutching tightly to his thick, silky hair as she rode the aftershocks.

Dimly she felt
him move, and cool air swept over her overheated body, cooling the sheen of
sweat. About to protest the loss of his heat she opened her eyes, not
remembering when she closed them, and found herself caught in the beautiful
jade of his gaze. His pupils were even smaller than she remembered them, mere
slits in a forest of green.

“I can’t wait
any longer, sweet. I have to bury my cock deep inside that hot pussy of yours
now.” He rose above her, feeding his thick broad head past her lips with one
hand while the other held tightly to her hip.

With a powerful
surge of his hips he buried himself deep within her tight sheath, breaking through
the hymen in one clean stroke. She hissed at the sudden burning pain, her
fingernails sinking into his shoulders. She forced herself to remain still and
not squirm away from the intrusion.