Caine's Reckoning (46 page)

“I’ve only got so much control, Desi.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

“You haven’t a cautious bone in your body.”

“I’ve got a lot.” She stretched her fingers out as far as she could, imagining the freedom that would soon be hers. Freedom from fear, freedom to enjoy. “I just don’t need them with you.”

“You goddamn well better be sure.”

He didn’t give her time to respond, just made that sound deep in his throat again. His fingers sank into the soft cheeks of her ass as he thrust into her pussy, separating the full curves, stretching her anus in a whispery caress as his cock forged into her tight sheath. The familiar burn of his possession spread over her in a welcome scald. Her channel struggled to accept his size, answer his demand. And deep inside the wildness gathered, waiting to be unleashed.

“Relax, Desi.”

She tried, but it was always that way at first, her body fighting what it wanted. She closed her hands into fists and pushed her forehead into the mattress. Swallowed by his heat, surrounded by his strength, frustration joined the chaos within. “Just do it.”

His hand came over her fingers weaving between her splayed ones. His lips brushed her ear. His serene “Just follow my lead” smoothed over the wildness, calming it, controlling it.

At first it wasn’t easy to follow the shallow, seductive pulses of his hips. Not when everything inside demanded violence. Force. Action. Caine didn’t allow her any choice. He held her still for the brush of his lips over her ear, her neck. Kisses so faint, she had to still to feel them. Kisses that made her focus on him in a desperate effort to anticipate where the next would land. Kisses that seared as they progressed down her neck and over her shoulder in a string of tingling sparks, stopping midway between her shoulder blades. The touch of his tongue burned deep.

“Such a pretty, responsive little wife. Are you going to come for me when I tell you to?”

She didn’t hesitate. More than anything she wanted to come. “Yes.”

“Good.” Again he moved away from her, depriving her of his heat, letting the wildness out from under his control. She dug her hands into the sheets, holding on against the urge to do something crazy. Like throw herself back and end this torment.

“Just lie there and enjoy the feel of my cock for a minute. Just a minute more, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

It was the understanding in his use of the word
need
that gave her the strength to contain the impulses coming at her, all of them strong, none of them smart. All of them once again quelled as he released her hands and centered her attention with the touch of his fingertips on her forearms in a feather-light summons.

He was connected to her at three points, his fingertips to her forearms and his cock to her pussy, forming a triangle of need inside of which chaos reigned. It didn’t make sense that so little could cause so much havoc, but it did. Tiny hairs rose on her nape. Goose bumps sprang up her arms before racing over her torso, dragging anticipation in their wake, peaking her nipples and shortening her breath.

His fingers followed the path of the kisses, the hard calluses abrading her skin, reminding her of the violent life he’d led, everything of which he was capable. Unlimited pain, unlimited pleasure.

Every nerve ending in her body tracked those fingers’ path over her shoulders, down the ladder of her ribs, the trail narrowing until they nestled into the well of her spine. They stopped for one heart-seizing second before continuing up the rise of her buttocks.

Desi had a gorgeous ass. Caine palmed the white surface, frowning at the faint marks marring the smooth skin. He traced one line that ended in a curve. The edge of a buckle? He placed his palm over it, blocking it from his sight. The past had no place between them. Right now there was just him and her and the passion between them. And the care with which he needed to proceed.

“Caine…”

He ignored the frustration in the plea. “The way I want, baby.”

“You don’t like this.”

“You don’t have a clue what I like, but if you relax and follow my lead, you’ll find out.”

She wiggled that enticing butt at him. His cock jerked and for one minute, he was tempted to just push through the resistance of her body to the searing heat beyond. He knew how she’d feel, tight and smooth like liquid silk. He tucked one hand under her hips, finding the damp nest of curls before sifting through to the swollen lips of her sex. Her clitoris rose to his touch. Her cry flowed like a riveting melody. He leaned back over her so he could feel the next cry vibrate against his chest.

“That’s it, right there, isn’t it?” He rubbed and teased. She bucked, and little by little, relaxed. On the next pass of his fingers, her muscles unlocked. His shaft popped into the tight sheath. Her nails scraped across the sheets as she struggled with the shock, the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he encouraged while massaging her clitoris. “Take me.”

She did. Deeper and deeper. He increased the strength of his thrusts. Her sheath rippled around him, tugging a tendril of the lust past his control. Caine’s next thrust wasn’t nearly as gentle. It lodged him deep in her flesh, deeper than he’d gone before. Her cry froze him in place. Damn, she was so small. He pulled back.

Her hand snaked back and her nails dug into his thigh, halting his withdrawal. “Oh, God, please, Caine, do that again.”

The ecstatic spasming of her pussy echoed the plea. He could give her that. He thrust back in, hard and deep. Desi’s voice broke on his name, an exultant little feminine expulsion of joy he wanted to hear again and again. Another hard thrust and her back arched. A hoarse scream echoed through the room. She was so close, so close.

Caine wanted this climax for her. He wanted her to have every bit of pleasure he could give her in this life. Every pleasure there was. He worked his cock out, his balls pulling up tight to his body as she fought with the only thing she could. Her inner muscles clutching at him, bringing the friction to unbearable. His balls burned. Sweat dripped in his eyes. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back, but he would. He would not come before she did.

He slammed back in, hard enough that she bounced on the bed, hard enough his grip on her slippery little clit slipped. They both moaned. He yanked out just as fast before plunging back into her steamy depths, her grunts of “Yes” on every down thrust rising to a chant that summoned the primitive lust within. The lust he swore she’d never see. Lust he was helpless to contain as she begged with her body, her voice. “More.”

He gave it to her, and still she didn’t come. He shook his hair out of his eyes and reached for the jar on the bed stand, pressing high and deep inside her as he flipped the lid. He dropped the jar on the bed before scooping some of the smooth cream onto his fingers. He spread her buttocks. The little rosette winked at him.

She jerked. “Hold still, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

“Hurry,” she gasped.

The same urgency was beating at him. He touched his finger to the tight ring of muscle. It clenched immediately. “Relax, Desi.”

She whimpered, and a shudder shook her from head to toe, sending an equally fierce convulsion through him. He pressed his finger in, the small circle flattened and spread as the lubricant eased his way. His finger sank into that tight portal. It seized like a fist around him. He pushed deeper, spreading the cream around, easing his passage.

She was tight. Hot, tight and delicious and he wanted her ass like hell on fire. He worked his cock out of her pussy, keeping his finger tucked inside her. “Such a sweet ass, Desi.”

“Oh, God.”

“Perfect to give a man pleasure.” He sank his cock back in. She was closer now, taking him in a luxurious expansion of muscles and delicate flesh.

He pinched her clit between his fingers, stretching it out before letting it retract as he slowly fucked her ass with his finger in counterpoint to his thrusts; once, twice, three times. On the fourth, he tested her with another finger, watching his cock slide into her body as her anus stretched to accept his demands.

“Caine.”

There was a touch of uncertainty underlying the desire. “It’s all right. Just relax.”

It had to be all right. He was heading out tomorrow. If things went wrong, he didn’t want to die without claiming her totally.

“You said you wanted to be mine.”

A slight pause, then, “I do.”

“Then push back and let me make you feel good.”

Another squeeze on her clitoris, another pulse of his cock and she took his fingers to the second knuckle, panting as she struggled with the sensation. He wasn’t doing much better. The heat of her pussy and ass were melting his control. She was so perfect, so responsive.

“It’s going to be rougher now, Desi.” She’d be lucky if he didn’t pound her into the mattress. “But stay relaxed.”

Her hand flailed, found his thigh, dug in and held on, pulling him to her, inviting him to take more. “God, yes!”

Like a flower she opened to him. Fingers clenched in the sheets as she arched her back, relaxed and did everything she could in her limited ability to move, to entice him. Her dark channel milked him in pace with his manipulation of her clitoris, squeezing and relaxing, rippling and smoothing over the ultrasensitive tip of his cock, tearing at his good intentions. Tearing at his control. He could hear every break in her breath, every hitch of anticipation. He kissed her ear, letting his lips linger as she moaned.

“Stay still, baby.”

He didn’t want to come at her like an animal, but she wasn’t leaving him much to hold on to. She was all hot, willing, trusting woman. It was the trust that gave him the strength to hold back. She was close, so close. He removed his fingers from her rear and scooped up another dollop of cream. He added it to her already greased hole, soothing it in with one finger, two, then three. Pressing down on her back when she struggled, easing her through her adjustment with a sprinkle of kisses on her neck and tiny teasing pulses of his cock, waiting for that betraying tension that would tell him it was time.

He had to wait a good two minutes, but then it was there, holding her within its merciless grip, suspended above the pleasure he wanted for her. “Come for me, Desi.”

He shoved his fingers in as he drew on her clit. She erupted around him, her ass and pussy clenching on his fingers and cock. Caine pulled all the way out, and then plunged back into the center of her climax, taking her shock as his as she milked him with strong, rhythmic contractions, her body pleading as hard as her voice. “Come, please come.”

“Not yet.” He wasn’t coming yet. Tonight might be his only time to be with her the way she wanted. Completely. She turned her head. He kissed her cheek, ignoring the pain in his arm from the awkward position.

“That’s my girl.”

He pulled his cock free. Her mewl of disappointment followed.

“Just a minute and you’ll have me back.”

He lifted his cock and aimed it at the slick little starburst. When their flesh touched, she jumped. He waited until she settled before pressing in. He brought his arm up and tucked it under her cheek, supporting her as she shuddered under the dual impact of the residue of her climax and this new possession. She tightened and he stopped.

He kissed her neck, her ear, the corner of her mouth, just letting her get used to him. The cream had a short-lived numbing agent. A little more time, and she’d be fine. Gradually, she relaxed. The tight muscles gave, and she took a little more.

“That’s it. Just a little at a time until you have it all.”

She shook her head. Her voice was strained. “I can’t.”

“You can, sweetheart. Nice and easy.”

With a pop that had her crying out, he won the unequal battle. Again he held her, nursing her compliance with slow draws of his fingers and soft kisses. The only word he could get from his mouth as he sank into that dark channel was, “Mine.”

And through the shuddering gasp that expanded her ribs as he worked deeper came the one response he needed.

“Yes.”

It was almost dawn. Caine slipped from the bed. The others would be at the barn getting ready to ride. He needed to be there. Beside him, Desi slept, stretched out on her stomach, worn out from their lovemaking. He propped himself up on his elbow. The purity of her profile, the way her hair tumbled about her face, enthralled him. She was so damn beautiful. He brushed the hair aside. A pink spot on her neck drew his attention. He rubbed his jaw. Whisker burn. He’d have to remember to shave more often.

Caine pulled the sheet down farther. The hollow of her spine beckoned, feminine in its delicacy, strong in its line. He traced it to the cleft of her buttocks. She shifted and sighed. He dipped between, his fingers gliding easily along the slick flesh. He covered the pucker of her anus, holding his seed inside, liking the idea that when he was gone, part of him would stay with her in a warm, potent memory.

He slid lower. Her pussy was wet and inviting. He rubbed his thumb around the well of her vagina. He’d been like a green boy with her, unable to hold back, wild, fucking her insatiably. Her flesh showed it, swollen and sensitive, wet with his seed and her juices. As he rubbed, a selfish hope blossomed in his chest. Maybe she was pregnant.