Shattered Soul (40 page)

The harsh need on his face, the rasp of his voice, and the darkness that filtered through his eyes touched the darkness inside her, sparking the prurience of her own lust. Recklessness, a dark touch of cruelty that snaked through her in an orange thread, the need to push him, to draw on his darkest desires, rose inside her, and Rani rested her head against the backrest of the chair and smiled down at him almost tauntingly. “You think those juices are for you, space pirate?”

His hands clamped down on her thighs, his eyes glittering a warning. “Don’t think you can pull my strings, Rani. When I want you, I’ll take you.”

She laughed softly, mockingly.

“Any time, any place.” She could see the darkness around him, a pulsing, living yet ethereal thing. It was even in his voice when he finished, “I’ll take you in any position I want, and you’ll scream my name, beg me to take you, to fill you, to never pull my shaft from your quaking sheath.” His hands slid around so that his thumbs were on the inside of her thighs and exerting a slight outward pressure.

“You talk a lot,” she drawled. “I have yet to see any action to match the words.”

The smile that pulled those sensuous lips up held a touch of cruelty, his eyes glittered with hotness. “A challenge, warrior? I’ll take it up, I’ll win, and you’ll pay the price.”

“So sure of yourself.”

“So sure you’ll be sucking me deep inside that hot mouth and swallowing every last drop of my seed.” Spoken so plainly, so harshly, so damned darkly, it curled fingers of shivering desire deep inside her womb.

His teeth flashed white, his eyes glittered hot blue, and Rani sucked in a deep breath of air. She swore she could feel it, his carnal lust beating in the air between them, and God, she wanted it all.

Every bit of it.

Every bit of him.

Every lick, touch, and finally pounding hardness.

Every dark desire he had, she wanted done to her.

< ha"+0">The dark ardour stamped on his face, the dark demon that invaded their bodies and brought forth their personal, private, hidden desires, welled up in her. The very awareness of him, of his body, of his demand for dominance, it was concupiscence personified.

She wanted it all…but not without a fight. Resistance made it all the sweeter. So darkly sweeter. Relaxing back in the chair, Rani smiled slightly. “You want me, space pirate, you’ll have to prove you’re worthy of me.”

He arched one brow slightly, an acknowledgement of her challenge, and then without saying a word, he dropped his gaze to her the juncture of her thighs as though he could see beyond the material of her clothes. His short nails scraped up her thighs in not-quite-painful trails. Coming up onto his knees, he leaned in closer, using his body to widen the space between her thighs, forcing her submission in that pose.

Silently he reached out and picked one of the daggers up off the table. Testing the blade with his thumb, he studied the glinting silver before calmly placing the tip of the blade against the neckline of her sleeveless bodice. Deliberately he raked the sharp tip lightly against her skin, indenting the flesh without breaking the surface.

Amused, Rani watched him.

Fredrico’s gaze lifted to unerringly lock with hers as he placed the tip against the rawhide lacing that fastened the bodice. With a deliberate flick of the blade, he effortlessly sliced through the lacing. The top of the bodice gaped just a little.

Another flick of his wrist and the lacing cut again.

Not once did his hot gaze leave hers as he continued to slowly and deliberately slice through the rawhide lacing.

The cool air brushed her skin as the bodice dropped away and she took a deep breath in, her own gaze glittering with satisfaction at the raw light in his eyes as he looked down at her breasts.

She’d never been ashamed of her body. It wasn’t perfect, but she had curves in all the right places and her strength had gotten her through many fights. And it was more than clear that Fredrico found her desirable.

“Like what you see?” Leaning her head on one hand, she arched an eyebrow.

“So sure of yourself.” Fredrico traced the tip of the blade around one nipple and watched it peak. “But not unaffected.”

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“You’re amused, warrior, but not for long.”

“All talk, Fredrico, but not much action.”

His smile was all teeth. “Trust me, my sweet, you’re going to get all the action you’re asking for.”

“Sorry I interrupted. Please, by all means, do get on with your master piece.”

The dagger tip was placed against the side of her split skirt. “I mean to.” He returned his attention to her skirt and with a flick of his wrist the leather parted down the seam. The tip grazed the side of her hip, but not once did it break the skin.

Fredrico, it appeared, was a bit of an expert when it came to a dagger.

He traced the blade across her stomach to the other side of her body, then another flick and the seam parted. The sides fell away from her and the front of the split skirt slid down to pool in the juncture of her thighs.

Using the tip of the blade, he flipped the material down so that it rested between her thighs on th [ thonte seat.

Without hesitation, he placed the tip of the blade against the material of her scrap of underwear and traced down the centre of her labia.

Prickling heat flickered through her, and Rani’s breath caught.

Once more those ruthless eyes locked onto her and the expression within was merciless.

The danger beat in the air around them. Danger and lust in a hedonistic mix.

Rani licked her lips but continued to lean back against the chair, outwardly a picture of relaxation, inwardly a tightening bundle of nerves and desire.

Fredrico’s eyes burned with a cold fire, hotness mixed with remorseless. “No mercy, Rani.”

Before she could answer, he’d slashed the blade down twice, once each side of her, and the lace of the underwear was sliced cleanly through. It happened so fast she didn’t even realize what he’d done until the cold blade was laid flat against her now-naked mound.

Leaning forward, he curled his hand around her nape to pull her forward, catching her lips in a pitiless kiss, hard and almost cruel, but with a covetousness that spoke of his hunger for her, held in tight control.

Her heart thudded, heat spiralling through her as his tongue swept into her mouth to ravish the depths without a hint of remorse.

From the corner of her eye she saw his hand drive downwards, ramming the blade deep into the wood of the table, then his free hand was wrenching the tie from her braid, his fingers combing through the lush locks with dexterity.

Releasing her mouth, he gave her lips one carnal lick before dropping his gaze to her nakedness.

A slow smile curved his full, masculine lips, and he sat back on his heels to gaze at her secrets.

The hedonism of the whole scene was enough to make her breathing hitch, and there was no way she could stop the cream that slid from deep inside her. But hell if she was going to allow him to see how hot she was, how much her body yearned to just throw itself on top of him.

It took more effort than she thought she had to continue to lean lazily back in the chair and eye him from beneath lowered lashes.

“Glistening treasures,” he murmured.

Reaching out, he touched his finger to her clit, and she nearly dissolved right then and there, but God help her, she betrayed it only by the tightening of her stomach muscles.

Leaning forward once more, he bent close to the open juncture of her thighs and breathed in deep. “The aroma of desire. Let’s see if it tastes as honeyed as it looks.”

On his knees before her, his palms sliding down her thighs to behind her knees, Fredrico was lust. It resounded in his voice, it glowed in his eyes, and it practically oozed from his very skin.

The lust was dark, she could almost feel it in the air. Dark and dangerous, though apart from the dagger he’d done nothing to intensify the feeling. It—he—was just dangerous.

Curling her nails into the armrests, she licked her lips slowly. Danger and lust, a heady combination.

His hands slid beneath her calves and slowly he lifted her legs to rest her bare feet one on each of his shoulders.

“Oh yes,” he breathed. “Now you’re open for inspection.”

Inspection, yes. Clinical, n [. Che o. Carnal, most definitely. Fredrico looked his fill of her, taking his time, and she could almost feel the heat of his eyes.

She watched as his hands slid along her legs, over her shins and down her thighs, moving closer and closer, ever closer, until his thumbs nestled in the creases where her thighs ended and the curls brushed his knuckles.

He pressed his thumbs, knowingly hitting nerves and making her jump and squirm. “So sensitive.” He ran his thumbs lightly up and down the creases, his gaze on her womanhood. “How much more sensitive are you? Let’s find out.”

His thumbs parted her labia on each side, and she felt the brush of the cool room air on her damp flesh. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip. Knowing he studied her female flesh was titillating.

Fire skittered through her veins when his forefingers slid between her labia to hold the protective lips open so his thumbs could slip down the sensitive flesh to press against the seam of her body.

Sensations churned through her when his thumb played around the opening to her body.

“Such a tight little entry.” His voice was deep, dark. “And a tighter little bud.” His thumb flicked her clitoris and she nearly dissolved on the spot.

Without conscious thought, Rani gripped the armrests hard and arched upwards, seeking his touch as he withdrew it.

Dark laughter, low and lustful, greeted her movement, and she swallowed hard, trying to force herself to relax, but hell, it was damned hard when his very touch was eliciting sparks of fire inside her.

Coming up on his knees, Fredrico pressed closer, and her knees bent further and further, her thighs coming back to open herself completely to him.

“That’s better.” The words were rougher. “Open to me, warrior. Open to me, let me in.” His thumb slid down to circle the opening to her body. “Let me plunder.” That same thumb slid into her opening, making her gasp, and when he rotated his thumb in her, she couldn’t stop the moan that slid from her mouth. “So tight. So wet. Are you wet for me, warrior?” Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her face down to his and kissed her ruthlessly, playing his tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss was ruthless. Fredrico gave no ground, instead pushing onwards.

She welcomed it, welcomed the heat, the dominance. The battle of wills.

Pulling from his mouth, she licked her lips and eyed him sultrily. “Nice moves so far, pirate.”

His eyes were hot. “I’m not finished yet, warrior.”

“Prove it.” She was sure she’d die from it, but damned if she was going to just give in. Besides, she couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.

She craved what he’d do next.

Calloused palms cupped her breasts, and the mounds of his palms massaged the soft globes. Pebbled nipples pressed against the heat of his palms.

When she leaned in for another kiss, he laughed darkly and dropped his head lower, pressing his open mouth to her throat and laving her skin hotly. It felt like he was burning her with the touch of his lips, and she arched her neck to give him more access.

Fredrico nipped her shoulder sharply and pulled away. “I think you like that a little too much.”

“So?”

“You can still speak. I think I’ve been a litt [e b hile too gentle with you.” The prurient glitter in his eyes grew hot. “Time to remedy that.” His hands grazed her breasts and belly, nails raking lightly over her skin, and then his hands were between her thighs, one finger pressing her clitoris, another finger sliding deep with her.

Rani went almost boneless as sensation burst through her, her clitoris swelling against his demanding finger that rubbed and pressed it so ruthlessly, while her sheath sought to milk the finger that pressed deep into her, pressed and twisted, finding the magical spot inside her and playing it mercilessly.

She couldn’t stop the orgasm that exploded through her. It rippled through her sheath, making her muscles clamp tight around the relentless finger inside her that stroked her passion higher and higher.

Rani couldn’t think, couldn’t try to regain control. She rode the orgasm, but unbelievably, she couldn’t get down properly from it because Fredrico slid down her body in a sensuous movement, his hands jerking her thighs over his shoulders, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling them forward to give him complete access to her feminine folds.

He took her, his tongue lashing over the little, engorged clitoris, making it swell until razor pleasure cut through Rani. When it was sucked into a hot mouth, all heat and wetness, she arched up, desperate for more.

He denied her, releasing the little bud, but just as she fell back in a misty haze, her gasping breaths ragged in the air, he raked his tongue along the perineum of her body, probing the seam and sending shock waves of desire deep into her. Every push of his tongue produced a burst of pleasure.

The orgasm this time shook her, sending her screaming into bliss, and the man between her thighs drove her higher. Even in the midst of the orgasm, she felt his tongue drive into her, felt the twist of the clever organ as he swirled it against her sheath, and then he licked her out.

Fredrico licked the cream from her, his tongue swiping deep, drawing the nectar, and he swallowed it, the growls of pure hedonistic pleasure reverberating against her sensitized flesh.

Her mind shattered, her body burned, the orgasms rocked her.

Fredrico laughed, the darkness in him rising around them as he ate her insatiably. With carnal enjoyment he swallowed her cream, licked her out, and used his tongue to keep driving her up.

“Burn for me, warrior,” he growled against her opening. “Burn for me.”

Fire swept through her veins, scorching heat that burned a path from her womb to her vagina and trailed fiery fingers over her breasts.

A dark shadow settled around Fredrico in a haze should have frightened her, but the darkness in her welled up to meet it, and she saw the orange sparks flicker through his blackness. She felt her darkness merging with his, glorying in the carnality of his act on her.