Unleashed (Mr. Black Series Book 1) (6 page)

UNLEASHED

Nasima

I poked my head through the opening and peered through, panning the floor of the small cell, looking for Elijah. In the corner of the cell I saw a pair of feet, which I traced up six foot five of pure sex embodied in a hard shell of muscle. Through his overgrown beard I could see his square jaw, which looked to have been made of pure steel beneath his pale skin. The tattered clothes he wore couldn’t hide the way his muscles tensed and released beneath the fabric as he moved toward me. His black hair seemed to carry its own breeze within it as he walked. It was as though I was looking at a new man.

This is not what I’m here for
.

Fully emerging from behind the door; I closed it behind me.

“You look like a new man, Elijah,” I said with a smile that was hidden underneath my head covering.

“The upside to waterboarding,” he replied as he inched toward to me.

“Let me see your wounds.”

“I don’t think I have any new ones.”

“Well, let me take a look at the old ones,” I said as I sat on the ground, holding the bucket of water and small bag which held all my crucial medical equipment.

Elijah sat down next to me and removed his shirt. I ran my gaze along his chest and over his broad shoulders to the tattered flesh on his back, surveying the already healing wounds that I had previously sewn or bandaged.

“Everything looks good,” I said.

“Yes, everything does,” he said, gazing straight into my eyes.

I smiled and turned to grab the rag that floated in the bucket, wrung it out, and slowly turned back to him. Rubbing the rag up the length of his arm and down his back, I wiped the dirt from his face, body, hands, and feet.

“Would you ever leave this place?” he asked softly as though we were sitting in a quiet café somewhere, nonchalantly chatting about the future.

“And go where?” I asked in response.

“Anywhere. You’re so much better than this place, Nasima. There is so much out there for a woman like you,” he said.

“And what kind of woman am I?”

“The most precious kind,” he said as he brought his hand up to my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

I grasped onto his hand and closed my eyes to immerse myself in the tenderness of his touch. The sound of a few guards passing by thrust me out of the moment, and I quickly pushed his hand to his lap and stood up.

“Here is the rest of the water. I will turn around―please, just finish washing yourself so that I may leave,” I said, feeling upset with myself that I continued to let him in, my feelings growing more real every time I did. I could hear the water splashing onto the ground as he doused the bucket of water over his head. “Are you done?”

“Yes, I am done,” he whispered in my ear.

Quickly, I turned around to see he was standing right behind me, and now I was face to face with the man I so desperately longed for, but could not have. Soaked from his improvised shower, the water still dripped from his rugged jawline and down over his chiseled body. The whole scene was just too much for me to take in. “Elijah, I…”

He inched toward me. “I’m done with your sensibilities.”

“We shouldn’t,” I said as I looked down and backed away from him.

His power, mixed with his masculinity and the sexual tension, washed toward me like an aura he projected ahead of him. My body responded to his touch as my skin hummed with his sensual energy, my heartbeat rising within my chest. Impulsively, I began to unwrap the impeding cover about my face and head, wanting to be fully present in the moment.

“Yes…we should,” he said as he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my trembling flesh toward him as he pressed his lips onto mine; the bristles on his face tickling my smooth skin.

He has already seen me anyway.

I unveiled myself; my thick hair fell from its loose bun and cascaded down my shoulders, resting at my hips. He stepped back, reaching out to run his fingers through the ends of its silkiness, then ran his hand up the length of my arm underneath the thin material that made up the sleeve of my dress. I smiled at him seductively, my skin coming alive beneath his confident touch.

***

Elijah

Grabbing her waist, I forced my knee between her thighs as I ran my fingertips underneath her long dress, my hand finding the smooth skin of her vulnerable inner thigh. I felt a stirring below when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress except for a pair of thin panties. Hard. Aching. Longing to be inside of her, I worked fiercely to restrain myself. It had been months since I had touched a woman, and my self-control was next to nil. My fingers trailed up the length of her stomach, cupping her breasts in my rough palm.

“Are you ready for me?” I exhaled, my lips grazing the edges of her ear.

***

Nasima

The sensuality in his deliverance of the five words tantalized my desires. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, raking my nails across his back―but then reality set in.

“This is not right,” I said, my chest pressed against his.

“Who says it’s not right?” he asked, pressing in closer.

“Everything I’ve been taught says it is not right,” I replied in a slight whisper, my eyes still closed, taking in the moment, hoping he would convince me to keep going.

I knew what his body wanted…my body wanted it too; but my sensibilities fought hard against the lasciviousness that yearned to rip from my traditional bondage. He placed a hand on my backside, pulling me toward him as he ran his fingertips down over my naked folds. His breath flowed against my cheek like the sweet caress of the summer wind as his fingers entered me. I bit down on the moan of pleasure that his words and actions aroused from deep within. The flick of his thumb against my velvety sheath enticed me to push my hips toward his hand, begging for more of the same.

I traced the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

“Let me take it,” he exhaled, a whisper in my ear.

Elijah tilted his head and moved in to kiss me when I suddenly backed my face away. “You must think so little of me,” I said as I pulled my hips away from his pilfering hand; dismissing him. “You must perceive me as a tramp, easily won over by little more than a word or two.”

He groaned at the loss of my touch. “Stop playing coy!” he said sternly. “Why are you so afraid to let me have you?”

“Let you have me? I belong to no one and with no one! I am my own person,” I asserted firmly as I lowered my dress and swatted his hand away from me.

“If you belong to no one…” he said as he pushed me up against the cold metal door and pressed his body back onto mine, “…then let me have you.”

His push combined with my pull created a lust that billowed around us as we kissed passionately. Elijah broke the kiss, pulling away slightly to look me in the eyes. “Although I want nothing more than to dive completely into you, the gentleman in me has to ask why would you come here like this and not expect me to want you?” he asked softly.

“It’s not that I have issue with you wanting me,” I explained. “I want you too.”

“Then what is it?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck.

“I am afraid of what happens to me after I let you have me,” I replied, totally engrossed in my current situation, forgetting my tradition and the guards that waited beyond the metal door.

“And what is that?” he asked.

“I have never been with a man, and the heart of a woman who is still pure will always fall in love with the one who plucks that purity from her flesh,” I said quietly as I looked toward the bare wall across the room.

He cupped his left palm to the back of my neck and rested the right on my cheek, tenderly sweeping his fingertips past my lips, and down my neck. He mapped out every feature, before his hand came to rest over my heart, which beat just as quickly as his.

“Why are you so afraid to fall in love?” he asked in a soft breath.

Shifting my gaze back to him, I said softly, “It’s not that I fear falling in love. What a wonderful thing love is…and isn’t that why God put us on this earth? To love? I love many things in this world, the sunset…the ocean. What I do fear, however, is falling so deeply in love with someone who does not return that love. To me, that is how one dies while still breathing. I do not think I could ever recover from that sort of pain.”

“Your words are profound, but have you thought about the scariest part?” he asked.

“And what is that?”

“The scariest part is that you’re never going to know if you’re letting the right person slip through your fingers because you’re too afraid to give them the chance to hurt you,” he said, caressing my face.

I smiled coyly, beguiled by his words. “Are you trying to make a case for yourself, Mr. Black?”

“I don’t need to make a case. I
will
have you. You
will
be mine. It’s really not my problem whether or not you fall in love with me after,” he said confidently, as he leaned in and slipped his tongue in between my lips.

I pulled my mouth away slightly. “Fall in love with you? Might you also be at risk of falling in love? Or am I alone, perched precariously at the edge of this cliff?”

“I will never fall in love. I’m not willing to,” he replied assertively as he pressed his mouth back onto mine.

Even as he denied me access to his heart, I was so enthralled by his overpowering confidence I promptly responded by unfastening his pants and letting his fullness out of its cage. He, in turn, lifted the front of my dress above my hip line, and slid his knee in between my thighs, dividing them to allow him access to my virgin core. The first pass felt so tight and took a little coaxing to get me to open up completely, but once I did, I yielded to his fullness, which thoroughly filled the lovely space at the joining of my thighs.

Continuing to plunge into my tightness, he guided my hips in a vigorous rhythm while gripping tightly on to the nape of my neck. I pretended to resist his ravishing advances for a moment or two, but eventually succumbed to his passion and quit struggling, closing my eyes to delight in his dominance. I cupped my breasts and thrust my hips forward, submitting to him…absorbing all he had to offer.

“You’re so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” He exhaled as he leaned in, slipping his tongue between my awaiting lips.

I couldn’t believe this man had charmed me into losing all of my established sensibilities without saying more than a few vacant words in a dank and dirty cell. A man, so transient in my life, made me feel like the submissive woman I secretly longed to be. The submissive woman I needed to be in order to fall in love willingly. Every man before him had been so meek in their ways; so frail in the way they asked for my hand. Their weaknesses made me feel as though I needed to be the strong, dominant figure, and what woman wanted that? But Elijah had no hesitation in his approach or in his execution of it, and I was completely enchanted into submission.

Drunk with pleasure, I welcomed his seductive domination over my body, surrendering all control, knowing he would ravage me completely before I ever left the cell. Cupping my cheeks while gently kissing my forehead, he slid his hands past my neck, over my breasts, resting them on the curve of my hips, as he continued to plunge into me.

My body quivered, enraptured by his skillfulness; every cell in my body dissolving in decadent self-indulgence.

***

Elijah

Greedily I flicked my tongue at her clit, instinctively aware she was ready to fully participate in the debauchery to ensue; I was done taunting her with anticipation. Cradling her hips in my arms, I lifted her as I stood, sliding her down onto my rigid shaft. She tightened her muscles and clamped down, engulfing me entirely. It had been so long, it was like my first time all over again, every sensation new and exciting.

My second pass quickened her breathing, her breasts bouncing at eye level through the black material, enticing me to lift her dress up and have a taste. So I obliged. I lifted her dress, ripping the metal clasps that held her bra in place, and threw it to the ground, tracing her hard nipples with my tongue.

Still standing, with my hands under each thigh, I pressed her up against the cold concrete wall as she dug her nails into my flesh, raking them across my back. I pushed her knees apart, using the wall as leverage, leaning in, pushing in my rigid dick as far as she would accept it. Exhaling with gratification after each revolution, her moans enticed me to fuck her harder. The sight of Nasima in complete ecstasy took my breath away.

Dare I say I cared for her? It was something I thought I would never do again. I wanted to give her all of me…every visible part, and every part that I had locked away deep down in my soul.