Dark Illusion (34 page)

“Everything. You give everything to me. Complete surrender.” He used his nonnegotiable voice. He wanted her to concentrate entirely on him—everything else in the world to fall away so she was totally free from worry and fear.

Her lashes fluttered. She swallowed hard and her gaze dropped to the thick shaft he drew out into the open air. His heavy erection pulsed with life. With need. He knew he looked intimidating sitting there. He had pushed the jeans down just enough to release his cock and overheated sac.

“What is total surrender?”

Her voice was soft, trembling. The idea appealed to her, he could see it in her eyes, but she still had trust issues as much as she didn’t want them.

“Give yourself to me, Julija. Let yourself go. Think only of me. Of my pleasure. Serve me. Trust that if you do that, I will give you everything.” If she did focus so completely on him there would be no room for doubt. For fear. There would be nothing of the outside world in their little newfound paradise.

The tip of her tongue touched her upper lip. “You want me to think only of your pleasure?”

She was a little minx. He could hear speculation in her voice. She wanted it as much as he did, but there was a part of her that feared letting go.

“Julija. This is Isai. Your lifemate. Do you really think I could hurt you?” He brushed his voice with velvet, stroking at the insides of her mind. Shamelessly he did the same to her nipples, teasing them with his mind, nothing else. Concentrating on bringing her the most pleasure possible when he wasn’t touching her with hands or mouth.

She gasped, arched her back and brought both hands up to cup her breasts. “Yes then. I surrender.”

The moment she agreed, her panties slid completely off her legs,
leaving her totally bare. He sent her underwear sailing into the next room. The moment she’d whispered her agreement, every cell in his body had tuned to her.

He closed his fist around his shaft, his thumb smearing the seed dripping in anticipation. “Come here, little mage.” His fist squeezed down on his cock, slowly pumping, his eyes on hers, compelling her to obey.

Her gaze jumped to his face then dropped once more to his cock. She looked mesmerized. She was only a few feet away from him, and rather than stand, she knelt up, threw back her hair, waving her hand down her body to ensure she was totally free of all particles of the soil from her hair to her feet.

Isai couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked a dangerous, sensual creature, as wild as any of the shadow cats. Her eyes seemed to burn over him, her breasts swaying temptingly, her sex glistening as she came to him, moving every bit as gracefully as a leopard in the wild. Her body had reacted to his teasing. He could smell her arousal, her spicy call to him.

He spread his legs to allow her to crawl right between his thighs. The chair was at a slightly higher elevation, so when she knelt up, she was at the perfect height. He reached out and tilted her head up, one finger under her chin. “I dream of your lips stretched wide around me. Your hands on my thighs while you suck me off. Draining me while you look at me. When I am supposed to sleep in silence, no thought whatsoever, you are there.”

He kept his voice low, watching her face. Watching her elevated breathing, the rise and fall of her breasts. He kept stroking his cock, but this time, he smeared the leaking droplets using his thumb. “Are you hungry for me, little mage? For my seed? My blood? Do you crave me the way I crave you?”

He brought his thumb to her mouth and she automatically opened for him, leaning almost eagerly toward him. He made her reach. Her lips closed around his thumb, tongue stroking slowly, as if she was really savoring his taste. Her eyelids fell to half-mast, a slumberous, sexy look that poured more hot blood into his cock. She was a sensual creature and it showed in every line of her body, every move she made.

This would be her hardest moment. The most difficult thing of all to give was trust. Real trust between two people, especially when one had been so brutally deceived, was always difficult. They had to know absolutely they could depend on each other for anything and through anything.

“I want to chain your breasts.” He flicked her left nipple and then rubbed and tugged at her right one. “Put a rein on you to draw you to me when I desire.”

Her gaze jumped to his face and her breath hitched. Automatically she shook her head, but he was already stroking her breasts gently, adding the sensation of his mouth on her. She arched a little, her breasts swaying invitingly.

“So beautiful, Julija. So mine. All of you. I can barely comprehend some risings that you really exist.” He continued pumping his cock, using a slow, mesmerizing motion.

“What would you do?” Her gaze was back to his cock.

“My desire, remember,
sívamet
. Total surrender.
My
pleasure.” More than anything he wanted to give her this freedom. She tried. She wanted it, but it eluded her. She had to take the step. He could only offer. He could only set up the scene for her, but she had to take the necessary step to get there.

“You like me to tease your nipples, don’t you?” He whispered the temptation. “Each time I tug like this, or pinch like this, you get wetter. Don’t you, Julija? Between your legs. You are hot. So hot. For me. That’s all mine. All that hot liquid spice I want pouring down my throat.” He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching, his mind fully merged with hers, in order to feel when the pleasure rode that fine line before pain. When he found it, he stopped and simply tugged so that she gasped, her face flushing with need.

“I asked you a question,
kessake
.” He didn’t repeat the question. She’d heard him. She could blush all she wanted, turning her entire body that soft rose. He didn’t mind, but he waited for her answer.

She licked her lips, her breath coming in soft, ragged pants. “Yes. I do like you to tease my nipples.” Her face flushed that soft rose that he loved.

“And it makes you wet?”

She nodded. “Very.”

He smiled at her. “And you will allow me to do whatever pleases me?”

“Yes,” she said firmly.

He wanted her to be firm in her answer. In her desires. In the things she wanted for herself. Mostly, he wanted the world to fall away for her so she could have just a few hours, perhaps the entire rest of the night before she gave one more thought to challenging a high mage—one who terrified her.

He shaped what he needed in his mind, and then with one hand, he waved, spreading the jewelry out across his thighs. Each gem sparkled, the sconces he’d lit dancing light over them. The chain was a fine gold, twisted braids, the links so delicate they looked fragile, yet he knew, because he had forged them the way he wanted, that they were strong, just like Julija. Deliberately, he’d made the chain long, so when she wore it, it would loop low, halfway to her belly button.

“It’s beautiful,” she admitted.

He didn’t want to wait, to give her time to be afraid. This was play, not torture. This was to make her feel pleasure, not pain. This was beautiful between the two of them, not something corrupt and ugly that would hurt her in the end. He leaned forward and took her left breast into his mouth. He knew his mouth was scalding hot, and she gasped, confirming it. He suckled, kneading gently, using his tongue. Using the edge of his teeth to tease her.

He brought the clamp to either side of her nipple and adjusted it to the exact pressure he’d used with his finger and thumb. No more. Only pleasure. Again, she gasped and then she was back to her ragged breathing. He repeated the action with the second clamp. The chain swung delicately against her skin, glittering each time the flickering lights reached it.

She looked beautiful kneeling between his thighs, looking up at him, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, wearing nothing but his chain. He thought of it as a chain of love. He loved her so much and he never wanted her to be afraid of anything at all. He wanted her to know he would always take care of her.

“How does that feel,
sívamet
? And be honest with me.”

She nodded. Swallowed. “I like it. It feels like your fingers.”

It was designed to feel like his fingers. He wanted only pleasure for her. He reached for the chain and tugged gently. She gasped.

“And that?”

“Like fire. So good.”

“I need your mouth on me.” He did. Right away. If his cock got any harder, he was going to shatter like glass. Just looking at her was sexy. This night was designed for her, but having his woman surrendering everything to him was as erotic as it could get. He hadn’t realized he would feel this way.

She cupped his sac, her fingers rolling and tugging gently. She leaned down and licked and then sucked. His fist automatically tightened as his head nearly exploded with sheer pleasure. She spent time lavishing attention on his balls, so that they grew hotter and the seed inside boiled and churned in expectation.

Julija licked up his shaft, from base to crown, her tongue lingering for a minute in that little vee just under the flared head. Without warning her lips stretched over him and she engulfed his cock, taking him into the hot cavern of her mouth. At once her mouth was tight and her tongue danced, driving him wild.

Her hands went to his thighs, just as he’d said he’d dreamt of, leaving him to control how deep and how hard he took her mouth. He’d said this was about her giving him pleasure, but for him, it was about showing her that her trust was well placed. He moved in gently, very carefully. When he took the chain and tugged, he did so with the same care. Wanting her to see that this was love, too. That anytime they came together, it was love.

He found that her mouth could make him lose control if he allowed it. It was wet and hot and tight. She was good at what she was doing, too good, driving him right out of his mind, because for him, she wanted to be good. His pleasure mattered to her. Love rose up. She could have refused. He’d half expected her to. Instead, she knelt at his feet, sexy as all get-out, wearing his jewelry when it had to have scared her to death.

He tugged again to give her that bite of fire, and then he waved the
chain away, soothing her nipples at the same time. He bunched her hair in his fist and pulled to get her mouth to release him. If she didn’t, he would be sending his seed right down her throat.

“Another minute and it will be too late. I want to be inside you.”

Reluctantly, Julija’s mouth freed him, but her tongue chased after his cock. With one wave of his hand as he rose, his clothes were gone. He took her to the cool earth right there on her hands and knees, his hand checking to make certain she was ready for him.

She felt hot. Needy. Pushing back against his palm. Hungry for him. He caught his cock and guided it into her, not waiting, just surging inside. Hard. Streaks of fire raced over both of them. He felt it in her mind. She felt it in his. His hands went to her hips, and then he was losing himself in her. In paradise. Taking her to that place with him.

He wrapped her in love. In him. Showing her what she did to him. What she gave him, even as his body declared over and over that he worshiped her.

“More.” She’d said it softly enough, but it was a demand. “I’m not fragile, Isai, not with you. Let yourself lose control.”

He loved that tone. More, he loved her command. He savored looking at her, that body that was all his. He ran his hand lovingly down her spine, from nape to buttocks. He caught her hips, digging his fingers deep, and did exactly as she asked—he let go. Burying himself in her over and over, a hard, deep driving that was endless.

Her body jolted with every stroke, her breasts swaying. She went down on her elbows, but that just allowed him to get an even better angle. He used his body like a piston, pounding deep, letting the fiery sensations take him. Her breath became ragged and she made little musical noises that bound his heart up in wonder.

“I’m so close,” she gasped. “Hurry, Isai, I’m not going to be able to hold on.”

“Let go,
sívamet
. Fly for me.”

He felt that first ripple running through her and he slid one hand to her belly, wanting to feel as the tsunami overtook her. He kept his mind firmly merged with hers, sharing his own reaction, the way fire began
spreading up his legs, gathering force. The magma burning in his balls, churning like a massive storm ready to throw out a comet streaking across the sky.

He let it happen. Welcomed it. His balls tightened as the firestorm took him, spreading through his groin to center in his cock. He thought he couldn’t stretch any further, grow any thicker, but her tight channel was scorching hot and squeezing down on him with a silken fist that was stronger than he could have conceived of. Hotter as well.

Isai heard himself call her name as he emptied himself in her, sharing the ecstasy with her.
You did this. You gave this to me, Julija. Your surrender, your selflessness. Thank you for loving and trusting me enough.

Her body surrounded his, her orgasm biting deep, clamping down on his cock, wringing every last drop from him. He collapsed over her as she went all the way to the floor of the chamber. At the last moment, he managed to place a thick mat of grass beneath her. They lay together, their hearts pounding. He felt that same out-of-control rhythm in his cock, as it jerked and throbbed to the beat of their hearts.

It took minutes, or maybe hours, who knew the passing of time, before he had the energy to lift his head and spread kisses down her back. “You are so brave,” he murmured, meaning it. “So very brave.”

“If I could breathe, I’d tell you I love you.”

He smiled against her back. She always managed to make him want to laugh. His woman. He rubbed his face along the sweet curve of her lower back, seeing the way her fair skin reddened when his bristles came into close contact.

“We could just lie right here, Isai. Not move. If the sun comes, we’ll just fry together.”

He frowned and rolled off her. “But you do not actually burn, Julija, and you have been Carpathian all along. You did not have to go through the conversion.”