Dark Awakening (5 page)

Nadira studied Gadriel's dark head moving languorously between her legs. Reverently she raked her fingers through his hair, watching as he parted her with his thumbs, stroking her pink flesh that glistened with her arousal, the evidence on his mouth. With his shoulders, he urged her thighs wider, changed the angle of how she was sitting so that she could see everything he was doing.

He was staring at her sex, as if it were some mystery, as if he had never seen a woman's sex before.

"I haven't. Not like this,” he whispered, hearing her thoughts. “And you are so lovely here. So beautiful and wet. So ... pink.” Slowly he lowered his head to her. She heard him inhale, felt the brush of his breath and lips against her spread sex and could have come right there. He was so primal, and it was making her crazed. She wanted to do things with him that she had never done before, wanted to allow him things she would have never allowed her other partners.

Suddenly he growled, and she saw that he was looking up at her with eyes that had turned to the colour of ice. “No other men,” he said, baring his teeth, as the purring became a full out growl. “Never again, Nadira.
Mine
,” he hissed. “You're mine."

A fresh flood of arousal seeped from her body, and he watched it trickle out, then swiped at it with his tongue. “
Mine
,” he murmured over and over again until it became a chant. She heard it in her mind, listened as he whispered it over and over. The intensity of the word, the possessiveness of his voice increased the longer he licked her. As the fierceness of his possession grew, so too did the urgency of his tongue and the rhythm of his fingers as he plunged them deep inside her. And all along she watched him pleasure her. Watched his dark head moving against her pussy, listening to his sighs, the sounds of his tongue and lips pleasuring her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

So beautiful
, she whispered, watching his mouth move along her, studying the way he used three fingers to stretch her and fill the empty space inside her.
My beautiful, dark angel
.

He looked up at her and smiled, his eyes dancing in the moonlight.

"Watch me, Nadira,” he said in a voice that was almost pleading. “See only me. Obey only me."

Drawing up her knees, Nadira held his head to her. He finished her within two licks, then drank her in, voraciously sucking and licking. She screamed as she came, and he drew out her orgasm by fingering her vagina, and playing with the crease of her buttocks.

"I want to be everywhere inside you.” He slid up her body and looked down into her face. “Will you let me, Nadira? Will you give yourself totally to me? Will you trust me in this?"

She nodded, unable to even speak in the aftermath of her orgasm. But she did trust him. He would not hurt her. He would not demand anything she couldn't give.

"I want to see all of you,” Gadriel said while he ran his hands all over her body. “I want all of this beautiful flesh before me as you ride me."

Nadira came to her knees and placed her palms on his shoulders. They looked into each other's eyes before he kissed her, slowly, softly. “Let me look at you,” he whispered as he nudged her hair away from her ear. “Let me touch ... taste."

"Anything. Anything you want, Gadriel you can take."

Nadira straddled his hard thighs as he reached for her hips and brought her close to him. Beneath her swollen sex, she felt his cock widen and thicken and begin to pulsate against her swollen lips.

"Nadria, look at me,” he asked. She did, and he placed his hands alongside her face. “Did you know that your name means ‘exceptionally rare'?"

"No. I didn't."

"You
are
exceptional, Nadira. You don't know how much. Your beauty, your generosity, it is so rare. So precious. And the gift of your body, it is the most exceptional gift I have ever been given. I will take very good care of you, and your gift, Nadira."

She seemed to sway into him, and Gadriel steadied her with his hands on her waist, allowing them to trail along the hourglass of her figure as he let his gaze roam liberally along her body. He took his time studying her in the light, watching as the moonlight kissed her flesh. His gaze flickered along her hips and the blonde thatch of hair between her thighs. He brushed his palm over her, feeling the soft hair tickling his skin, feeling the heat of her body, smelling the scent of her arousal. Letting the sensations envelope him, he continued his exploration until his palm was moving over the round mound of her belly. He kneaded the soft flesh, watched his hand on her, feeling a strange instinct overwhelm him.

His gaze left her belly, moving up toward her large breasts that swung heavily as she trembled. The nipples were reddened and distended from his mouth and thinking to ease them, he circled the areoles with his fingertips, soothing them, before capturing both breasts in his hands, watching as the pale flesh spilled out of his palms. He brought them to his mouth where he kissed the cleft of her breasts formed by his cupped hands. She moaned, and tossed her hips. It was then, with the movement of her back, that he saw beyond her, to where a mirror rested against the wall opposite the bed.

Reaching out, he let one hand ease from her breast, only to trail his fingers along the indentation of her waist and up and over her hip. Slowly, he sipped her nipple into his mouth, suckling her, all the while watching in the mirror as his hand roamed along her alabaster flesh while his mouth stayed latched greedily onto her.

Gooseflesh sprung to life beneath his fingers and he felt Nadira sway into him, the movement mirrored in the glass. His hand at last found her bottom and he squeezed it, sucking her breast harder, making her moan and writhe so that he felt her hot, wet cunt rubbing his cock. He pressed her bottom, gently slapping at it.

"Gadriel.” She panted his name, and he gripped her ass as he sucked more of her breast into his mouth. He listened to her breathing, felt the ecstasy rise in her body, heating her, scenting her flesh so that it was like a heavy cloud of incense in the room. The scent of her and him drove him to the brink. He wanted her, in the most primal way. His body was now ruling him, and he let his desires, his instincts be his guide.

Freeing his mouth from her nipple, he tipped his head to the side so he could see his finger skimming down the crease of her bottom before disappearing into the curls that were already damp for him. He fingered her, watching as she took first one, then two of his fingers. She threw back her hips, showing him her bottom and his fingers inside her. He saw the wetness of her lips, the swollen pink flesh stretching to accommodate his fingers. He had the sudden compulsion to watch that pink flesh stretched with his driving cock.

Slipping a third finger into her, he watched as he filled her up. Studied the wave and roll of her hips, the way her back arched as she met his deep strokes. Her breasts were swaying before his face and he reached for them, roughly sucking her as he felt her hand reach for his cock and stroke him.

Together they touched and licked, tasting each other's skin, exploring each other's body. Nadira continued to pleasure his cock with her hand, to torment him with the trail of her nails along the engorged shaft as she kissed the ragged edges of the wound on his chest.

Fighting the urge to close his eyes, he watched them together in the mirror, studied the way his hand moved inside her, while his free hand skimmed down her full bottom, parting her, showing him all of her—showing him all the places he wanted to taste and plunge into with his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

He liked the possessiveness of watching his hands on her, liked seeing his fingers against her skin, as if he were marking her for his own.

"God, but I want to possess you, Nadira,” he said. “I want to mark you as mine so you will never forget that you belong to me."

Nadira was literally drowning in pleasure. No one had ever made her this hot—made her crave anything that was outside of night time sex, missionary style. But Gadriel, Fallen Angel or not, made her crave things that she thought never to want—let alone desire. As she stroked him with her hand, she watched, studying how his hips moved, how he lunged up to meet her hand. Already, a white pearl glistened at the slit of his head, and she brushed it with her thumb, then brought it to her mouth. As she licked it away, his eyes darkened, watching her, that sexy purring of his making her ache for him to fill her.

"Soon,” he promised, his body writhing. “Just as soon as I give you what you're silently begging for."

She felt her eyes flare wide, her tongue wet her lips. She was thinking so many things. Which one had he picked up? Which one was he going to do? Which one, she wondered, had turned him on?

He reached for her, wrapping a hand around her neck, drawing her down as he took her hand away from his cock and resumed control. “This one."

Nadira, looked down and saw his beautiful cock in his hand. She watched as he expertly stroked it, brushed it against her soft belly.
Oooh, this one.

"Yeah, this one,” he growled, brushing the tip of his cock on her skin. “Marking you like an animal."

He continued his exploration of her sex with his fingers as he brushed and slapped his cock on her belly. Tensing, he raised his head so he could watch, and then it happened, her deeply hidden desire—he marked her belly as he came.

"Mine,” he growled, kissing her fiercely.

Gadriel's breathing had finally returned to normal. As he opened his eyes, he let his gaze flicker from the mirror to her face. She looked so damn beautiful atop him that he knew he had to know what it would be like to be a part of her.

"Turn around, Nadira."

Gripping her about the waist, he helped her turn so that she was facing the mirror, her thighs draped over each of his legs, her eyelids pressed firmly shut. He couldn't help himself when he saw her belly. He had to touch her. Had to see for himself how powerful it was to know what they had shared.

"Open your eyes, Nadira.” He brushed his hand along her belly, gathering a small drop on his thumb. Bringing it to her mouth, he offered it to her—a piece of himself. She took it, licking at his thumb, closing her eyes at the taste.

"Eternity would not be long enough with you,” he murmured, pressing his face into her neck. Lifting her, he positioned her so that she could slide her sex along his throbbing erection. He was aching to take her, but he wanted to take things slowly, to savour the moment, to watch every second and sear it in his memory.

Gadriel's dark hands roamed her body, heating her with each touch of his fingers on her belly and his lips at her back. “So beautiful,” he said as his palms kneaded her breasts. “Your eyes, Nadira. I want to see them. Show me what is in your eyes."

When she opened them she found Gadriel's gaze in the mirror. Their eyes locked in the glass, and slowly, his hand skimmed down until he parted her, making certain she watched him, before running his finger down her. Her eyes went wide when he raised her up from his lap and took his erection in his hand, gripping it in his big palm.

God, he was beautiful. The way he was so big, he loomed behind her. And his cock. It was huge. Beautiful. He held his cock, straight up in his hand, showing her what was going to be inside her. She studied it, the size of it, and felt her pussy weep.

"Slide down—slowly—feel me filling you, stretching you."

She did as he had asked, lowering her hips, feeling his cock slip easily inside her opening, feeling her flesh widen then burn as she stretched to accommodate him. She felt him so deep within her that her hand moved to her belly. She was so full of him, so stretched.

His palm covered hers and he rubbed her mound, making her womb ache. “Can you feel me all the way up here?"

She nodded, and rose up again, before slowly coming back down on him. “Do that again,” he hissed, and she saw that he watched her, watched his cock disappear inside her.

"The slide inside you is so easy, yet you're still so tight.” She swallowed hard, and he followed the movement of her throat with his thumb. “Is it wrong of me to want to see this, see you full, your skin stretched—
crammed
—full of me?"

A thin sheen of perspiration trickled between her breasts and he captured it with his fingertip, circling her nipple with it until it glistened like a shining cherry. “I want to feel your cunt milking me,” he whispered darkly as he caught another drop of sweat that trickled between her breasts. “I want you full of me as you come."

Slowly he rocked inside her, making her hiss as he moved. He was so thick, so long. And he felt so fucking good moving deep inside her. When he began fingering her clit, she arched against him, rubbing her ass against him as she fondled her own breasts.

She was so hot, so wanton. As she listened to the slick sounds of her body accepting him, as his breath whispered against her ear and she heard that cat-like purring once more, she knew that she would do anything he asked.

But he didn't ask. Just took. His fingers, coated with her arousal skimmed over her bottom, seeking entrance between her cleft. Slowly, he circled her, flicking and probing and preparing her for his entry. Her womb felt heavy, aching with the feel of the slow slide of his cock inside her. Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand on his cock, felt it go inside her, felt her body tremble as it accepted him.

"Touch yourself,” he commanded, showing her what he wanted. She brought her finger to her bottom, wetting and moistening. She saw how he watched her, how he studied the way her fingertip circle her anus. His tongue came out and licked her shoulder, then gently bit as she slowly inserted the tip of her finger. His cock swelled and leapt inside her.

"Does it feel good?"

She moaned as he thrust forward, giving her all of his length.

"I can almost feel your squeezing muscles as if it were my finger it was greedily clamping on."

She moaned again, sinking her finger deeper, knowing he was watching, knowing it was making him hot.

"Are you as hot and greedy for me there, as your cunt is?"

"Hmm mm,” she purred, shoving her bottom out at him as she looked at him over her shoulder. “I'm greedy for you everywhere, Gadriel."