Dark Promises (Dark #29) (26 page)

She was putting herself in Aleksei's hands. All the way. Giving him all of her trust. She realized, standing in front of Aleksei, in her sexy, daring lingerie, waiting for whatever he had in store for her, that he had been demanding her trust. Now, he was asking her for it and she handed it over to him without a single thought of survival.

His palm stroked her bare skin, shaping the firm, rounded cheek of her buttocks, sending more shivers down her spine. Her knees threatened to give out. Without warning, the flat of his hand landed hard. It stung. It sent heat spiraling through her body, straight to her core. She whimpered. She couldn't stop the helpless little sound.

Do not move,
he whispered into her mind.

Her channel clutched emptily. In need. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame. A very hot flame she clearly couldn't resist. He pushed her comfort zone, but she went willingly. Trusting him. She knew a great part of that was the lifemate bond, but more, it was the way he made her feel safe. A contradiction when he scared her as well.

She stayed very still, wanting more. Needing more. His hand caressed the heat on her bare cheek. His hand slipped down and around, following the tiny strip of material nestled between the globes of her buttocks. He found her wetness. The extent of her need.

My woman wants me.

Very much.

His large hand smacked her bottom, this time with a little more force. Heat burst through her, every nerve ending alive. Four more rapid, hard smacks sent fire racing through her buttocks, straight to her sex. She cried out, pushing her body back, wanting more fire. More heat. Wanting him.

His hand caressed first one burning cheek and then the other. She held her breath. Needing. Her breath caught in her lungs as she waited. Two more rapid smacks and then he plunged two fingers inside of her and her slick heat drenched him, her sheath clenched tight, trying to pull his fingers deeper. She pushed down against his hand. Grinding. Needing. Instantly he withdrew his fingers. She nearly sobbed.

Aleksei.

His mouth was back at her neck. Just his mouth. His palm had gone back to caressing the bare skin of her buttocks. She closed her eyes, holding herself utterly still, not wanting to lose anything else. Not his touch. Not his mouth. Another smack sent hot flames spiraling through her. Once again his hand was there, smoothing away the heat, rubbing caresses in small circles, sending so many sensations crashing through her mind she moaned aloud again.

I don't think I can stand up anymore, Aleksei,
she admitted, afraid she would fall at his feet.

Then go to the bed, but walk slowly so I can watch you. Kneel up on it, all fours. Hands and legs, facing me.

She moved, because she knew if she didn't, she would have to crawl. Her legs just wouldn't support her anymore. Shaking with anticipation, with need, she made her way to the bed. Slowly. Loving that he watched her. The burn had gone from smoldering to full-blown heat. She could barely keep from begging for him to take her.

She positioned herself exactly as he'd told her, facing him. She could see him finally. He was completely naked, his body hard, his erection full. His hand loosely circled his cock and it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, the casual way he slid his fist over his thick shaft. The lines in his face were deep, his eyes hot with desire—for her. He looked sensual, focused wholly on her. Hungry. Possessive.

Her entire body went hot. She felt the cool air of the room against her scorching channel and even that felt sexy. Her bottom still felt the heat of his hand, stroking, caressing, smacking, bringing every nerve ending alive.

You look so beautiful.

Her hair hung down in a long fall around her, the ends pooling on the sheets. Her breasts stretched the lacy fabric, feeling full and aching almost painfully. The lace teased her nipples, rubbing at the tight pebbles so that she wanted to squirm, adding to the sensation, but his look held her in place. Her gaze dropped to his hand as it fisted his shaft. She knew what he was going to do and she wanted it. Her mouth watered for the taste of him. Her feminine sheath pulsed and wept.

He stepped closer to her, caught her hair in one hand and used it to lift her head. She could see pearly beads on the broad, flared head of his cock. Her tongue came out, she couldn't stop it. She moistened her lips, her gaze on her prize.

He rubbed those pearly drops along the seam of her mouth and then over her face, a slow caress with his hot flesh. It felt wanton and sexy.
Open your mouth for me. Look at me, kessake. I want to see your eyes.

Her hands supported her on the sheets. She had to trust him, and she knew that was his deliberate intent. He was showing her she did trust him,
that her body did. He was in her mind. He would know how much she wanted this. He would know the moment she didn't like something he did to her.

She licked her lips again, raising her gaze to his. Oh. God. That burn there. That intensity. His eyes were hooded, his expression raw sensuality. He steadied her. Made her feel as if she could do anything for him. Anything with him. She opened her mouth, her eyes on his.

Do you want this?
It belongs to you. Tell me you want it. Tell me what you want to do with it.

He brought his cock close so that she could feel the heat of him, smell his masculine scent, the one that made her feel wild inside. The one that drove her insane. He was pushing her comfort zone. She could tell him she wanted it, but to say what she wanted to do with it was difficult. Still, she knew he was pushing those boundaries to break them down. To allow them complete intimacy. And she wanted that. To be able to make her own demands, to tell him aloud or intimately what she wanted or enjoyed, was important. She knew that.

I want your cock in my mouth,
she said, knowing he could read her discomfort. But if he could read her discomfort, he could also read her eagerness. He would know that her body was on fire, dripping wet. Her slick, hot cream was beginning to touch the insides of her thighs. She couldn't imagine how wet the thong was.

What do you want to do, little cat?

I need your cock in my mouth. I want to lick you clean and suck you until I'm filled with the taste of you.

And then what?

Then I want you deep inside of me. Taking me.

Gentle or hard?

Both. Whatever you want. I love what you do to me.

She knew it was a good answer, because he put the broad head of his cock against her lips and then slowly fed it to her. If she was being entirely honest with herself, this was the part of sex she'd dreaded the most. She didn't know if she would like it. She didn't know what she was doing. For her husband, she'd always wanted to be good at this, to the point that she'd
actually looked up how, but she really didn't think she'd be any good because she couldn't imagine liking it.

She hadn't counted on his taste. The fact that he was hers. And she wanted hers. She hadn't counted on the lifemate bond being so strong already. More, she hadn't realized how much she wanted to feel safe and secure, to have some direction in a world she hadn't wanted to live in. Aleksei was all those things, but even more. He was Aleksei. And she wanted to give him something special. Something to remember. She couldn't use her hands, but she found being at his mercy was sexy and exciting because she had to trust him.

He was gentle and that surprised her. Very gentle. She took him into her mouth and used her tongue to explore, to catch the drops that tasted like hot spice and cool forest. Like Aleksei. He was large and intimidating, so she couldn't do what all the books had said to do, but he didn't seem to mind.

Peje hot. You look so scorching hot. A tight wet fist wrapped around me. Just like that, kessake. Perfection.
His hands gripped her hair and he pulled her just a little closer, so that he went a little deeper.

She loved that he was careful. She loved that his eyes burned into hers as she suckled and used her mouth and tongue to pleasure him. She mostly loved that
he
loved what she was doing to him. She could see that on his face. In his eyes. In his body. Feel it there in her mouth.

Enough, kessake, or I will not be responsible for what happens.

Her lips clung to him as he slowly slid out, his hand wrapped firmly around the heavy base of his shaft.

You're beautiful, Aleksei. I loved having you in my mouth.
She wanted to tell him she wanted to continue, that she wanted to learn more, to be really, really good at giving him pleasure, but her body was already shaking with need.

He moved around her, until he was behind her, his hand on her back. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back until she was kneeling on the edge of the bed. His hand went between her shoulder blades and began to apply pressure. She complied instantly. Her head and torso went to the mattress. She kept her butt in the air.

Higher. Push up with your hips.

Heart pounding, she did so. At this angle, he would be able to really penetrate, to be deep inside her. Connecting them. She could barely breathe with anticipation. She waited. The cool air hit her hot entrance and she closed her eyes as the sensations swept through her. Waiting was so difficult. She couldn't see him. She couldn't hear him. She could only wait for him to touch her.

His hand came down on her left bare cheek, sharp, flat, unexpected, making her jump, flooding her body again with liquid heat. It didn't hurt, although it stung, but in an erotic way, and his palm was there, smoothing and rubbing caresses. Then she felt the jerk of her thong and it was gone, shredded. Leaving her completely exposed to him. She wore only the stretchy lacy camisole and her garters and stockings. His hands moved to the insides of her thighs, stroking until fingers of desire raced up and down.

She swallowed hard, trying to stay still for him. Trying not to plead and sob when she was becoming desperate. Then he started really torturing her. Light smacks all over, never in the same place, hard enough to send warmth spreading and to sensitize every nerve ending, not hard enough to hurt. She'd never felt anything so erotic in her life. She didn't know how to breathe through it. The tension in her wound tighter and tighter until she knew she was going to implode.

Aleksei.
She tried to warn him. She was not going to be able to hang on, and she knew instinctively he didn't want her to orgasm. She was so close. So needy. It was too much. All that heat and fire. Building, constantly building with no relief.

No.

The single command vibrated through her body. Sent her even higher. She forced air through her lungs, determined to hang on for him. His fingers plunged deep and she screamed. Nearly shattered. Fought it back.

I can't.

You can. Not until I tell you.

He was in the mood to play. Her body shook with urgency as his fingers were replaced by his mouth. His tongue plunged deep and she moaned and pushed back, grinding herself against his mouth. Immediately he was gone and she cried out in frustration.

Patience, kessake. You are becoming my little kessa ku toro, my wildcat.

His voice steadied her as nothing else could. She drew in another deep breath and waited. She didn't have to wait long. His mouth came back and he proceeded to torment her over and over, bringing her to the very brink, suckling her clit, using the edge of his teeth and the flat of his tongue and then backing off just before she tipped over the edge. Each time he backed off, his hand was on her bare butt, a little harder each time, sending fire through her body, pure flames licking over her skin and pouring into her bloodstream.

Aleksei.
She wailed his name.

What is it you want, kessa ku toro? Tell me.

Your cock. Inside me. Please, baby. I need it now. I don't think I'm going to survive this.

His fingers dug into her hips and he surged into her. Like a jackhammer. Driving straight through tight muscles, invading deep, forcing her body to accommodate his size. She was slick with liquid heat, but still, the friction was too much—too good—and she screamed, unable to contain the wealth of sensations pouring through her.

You wait for me.

Ohgodohgodohgod.
She repeated the mantra over and over, trying to hold her fragmenting body together for him.

He pounded into her, sending more flames storming through her. It felt like a takeover. A claiming. Pure possession. It felt like heaven. Perfection. Still, she didn't think she could hold it together. She was so close. Right there—on the edge—and he showed no signs of stopping. Of letting her have her release and then going on.

I can't. Really, Aleksei. I'm too close.

He stopped. Held himself still. Buried all the way to the hilt in her, so deep she was afraid he was lodged in her womb. He felt huge, filling her and still pushing hard against her inner muscles.

No. Don't stop. You can't stop.

He rubbed her buttocks, smoothing soothing caresses over her warm cheeks and down her thighs.

You taste delicious. I am addicted to your taste. I could spend hours eating you.

Her feminine channel convulsed around his cock, tightening more until she was practically strangling him.

I love how you need me. How your body craves mine and tells me so. You are scorching hot, so tight, so perfect. A man could live in you and never get enough.

Please. Please. Please.
She didn't care that she was begging.

So hungry for me.
He bent forward and kissed the base of her spine, right at the curve there. His fingers tightened.

Gabrielle held her breath. He slammed deep. Once. Twice. She panted. So close. She wasn't going to be able to stop a tidal wave. It reached for her. Overtook her. Shaking her. Consuming her. She screamed. Sobbed. Her entire body seemed to convulse, the ripples racing up to her breasts, and down her thighs. It didn't stop, going on and on, so intense she thought she might die. Just as she thought the monstrous orgasm was subsiding, Aleksei slammed deep again, over and over, pumping his seed into her, hot jets splashing, triggering a second wave every bit as strong as the first one.