Darkest Risings (16 page)

Suddenly,
his expression turned from one of defeat to one of resolve. “Don’t say I didn’t
warn you.”

Before
she could respond, his mouth came down on hers. It wasn’t a gentle, lazy kiss.
It was one born of determination, demand, promise of pleasure, and…desperation.
His tongue delved past her lips and her senses reeled. His scent engulfed her
and his taste ignited a visceral wanting she didn’t know she possessed, a wanting
that had laid dormant inside her that only he could awaken.

She
stood on tiptoe, straining to slide her arms around his neck, his size
shadowing her smaller frame. She gasped into his mouth when he picked her up as
if she weighed nothing and walked several steps before gently dropping her onto
the couch. The leather creaked against her skin, and she stared up at him as he
rid himself of his t-shirt.

She
licked her lips. Not an ounce of extra fat was anywhere to be found on his
mouth-watering body. She supposed she should be daunted by his size, but his
big frame had the opposite effect on her. She couldn’t wait to feel his hard
muscles pressed against her, couldn’t wait to run her fingers over the outline
of every one of his abs. But before she could move, he reached for her shirt
and yanked it over her head.

She
instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts, but he tsked at her. “Don’t
ever hide yourself from me.” He pulled her arms away and held them at her sides
while his eyes slowly perused her bared breasts.

Why
hadn’t she worn a bra? Because bras sucked, and she refused to wear the
offending garment to sleep in when she was forced to wear it most every day,
all day long. She quickly looked down, embarrassed that he was brazenly staring
at her nude chest. He placed one long finger under her chin and tipped her face
up to meet his gaze then cupped her full breasts in his hands.

“These
are beautiful. You are beautiful, and there is never a need to be embarrassed
with me.”

She
nervously nodded. He dropped to his knees, straddling her hips, and she thought
he would kiss her again. Instead, he picked her up and turned her until she
rested on her knees in front of him facing the back of the couch. He guided her
arms over the back cushion before breaching the distance between them. The
warmth of his body covering hers sent delicious shivers of delight skittering
through her, and when his lips nibbled her ear, she fought back a moan.

He
wrapped one arm around her just under her breasts and the other hand began
exploring her. She groaned when he pressed his erection against her bottom
before nipping her neck and skimming his fingers along her side.

“You
smell good enough to eat, Wilhemina,” he whispered against her ear.

His
hand traveled around to her stomach then dipped deftly under the waistband of
her shorts and panties. His fingers slid easily through the wetness of her
lips, and she groaned, trying to push against him, then let out a cry of
frustration when he shifted his hips harder against her, effectively
imprisoning her.

He
slipped one long finger inside her, stroked deep, then receded. His thumb
rubbed over her clit before he slid inside her again.

“This
is where you taste like honey.”

He
stroked her over and over, and she squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating hard
to keep from flying apart.

“Last
time, I only got a quick taste. This time, I’ll get my fill. I want you to come
with my mouth on you.”

“Aldin!”

“Yes.
Say my name. Never forget it is I who makes you feel this way.”

Just
as she thought she’d tumble over the edge, he flipped her around to face him
then lifted her and deposited her on the back of the couch. The leather was
cool under her bottom, and he reared up when she reached for him.

“Remember.
You only touch me when I say you can, Wilhemina.” He growled low in his throat.

The
gravelly sound of his words made her quiver with need. He placed her arms
behind her back and easily entrapped both wrists with one hand.

He
pulled her shorts and panties down her legs with his free hand, along with her
slippers. She blushed when he spread her legs wide and wedged his broad
shoulders between them. His eyes rested on her most private part. Her breathing
was coming in short gasps, and pressure built inside her. He had the ability to
make her squirm in need just by looking at her.

He
reached down and spread her lips. She tried to close her legs, but his body
wedged between her knees made it impossible to do so. He looked up at her and
slowly shook his head.

“No,
I want to see,” he said. He looked down again and spread her wider. She closed
her eyes, and gasped when his thumb covered her clit. He finally released her
hands, and looked up at her before bending his head to lay a kiss beside her
navel. “Show me what you like, Wilhemina.”

He
lowered his head and gave her a long lick. She speared her fingers through his
hair and held him against her. Words were lost to her as the fog of pleasure
quickly overtook all logical thought. There was need to
show
him anything as he proved to be an expert at providing exactly
what her body needed, what she needed.

He
curled his hands around her thighs and increased the pressure of his tongue on
her clit before dipping inside then returning to the tiny nub of nerves. She
unashamedly thrust her hips in response, and when he slid two long fingers
inside her and focused his lips and tongue only on her clit while he stroked in
and out, the ever growing pressure inside her exploded.

She
clutched at his hair as he ate at her and fucked her with his fingers
relentlessly while she cried out over and over. He didn’t stop until her cries
died down to whimpers. Without saying a word, he stood and stripped off his
jeans. Her breath caught in her lungs and threatened to strangle her. Her
experience with him at Drake’s had made her all too aware of how well-endowed
he was, but touching and seeing were two completely different things.

She
swallowed hard. How had he fit inside her? It was impossible. Fear shot through
her and her fight or flight instinct kicked in hard. She began to scramble off
the couch when he grabbed her by the ankle and tugged her under him,
efficiently trapping her. When his lips descended upon hers, all fear and
doubts fled as the tension of need wound tight in her body again.

“You
know I’ll fit,” he said in assurance. “We’ve done this before.”

She
looked up into his face as he nudged his hips deeper between her thighs, and
his cock lay against her stomach.

“Yeah,”
she gasped. “But I don’t know how.”

“Let’s
find out. Shall we?”

He
pinned her wrists above her head and swooped down on her breasts. He swirled
his tongue around one nipple before nipping and coaxing it into a hard pebble
that rolled under his lips. She cried out as she strained against him, silently
begging for more.

“So
sweet. You have the kind of body a man could lose himself in, Wilhemina.”

The
hot breath of his words fanned over the sensitive peak of her nipple with every
syllable he spoke. She pulled against the hand holding her wrists hostage, but
it was no use. She was no match for his superior strength.

“Let
me touch you, Aldin.”

She
gasped when he reared up and stared down into her face. His eyes swirled with
the same raw need she knew danced in her own.

“And
how do you want to
touch
me?” he
purred. The sound much like she would expect to hear from a panther or lion
instead of a simple housecat.

“I
just want to touch you,” she panted.

He
shook his head slowly back and forth, and she frowned in confusion.

“Tell
me
how
you want to touch me. Tell me
where
you want to touch me.”

“I
don’t understand. I want to—”

“No!”
he whispered vehemently. “Do you want to touch my cock?”

Her
inner muscles clenched involuntarily, and she licked her lips and nodded.

“Then
tell me. Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

She
closed her eyes and felt the heat rushing her face. God, this man turned her
on. She’d never talked dirty with anyone, never thought such a thing would
excite her. But oh, if Aldin turned her on any more, she’d burst. She looked up
to find him still staring down at her with an intense need burning in his eyes.
She wanted to tell him how she wanted to touch him, but she didn’t know how.
She didn’t want to embarrass herself.

She
licked her lips. “I want to run my fingers over every single hard muscle, and
pinch your nipples to see if they will tighten into tiny pebbles like mine.”

When
she looked down at his small male nipples, her eyes widened when she saw they
were pebbling from her words.

“And
where else do you want to run your fingers?” He gazed down at her.

“I—I
want to wrap my fingers around your cock.” She swallowed around the lump in her
throat.

The
words she never thought she’d say to a man were making her as hot as they
appeared to be making Aldin.

“I
want to stroke you, and I want to taste you as you did me.”

His
nostrils flared and onyx engulfed the turquoise of his eyes, but before she had
time to wonder how his eyes had turned black, his mouth slammed down on hers.
She cried out when he released her wrists and wrapped her arms around his neck
tightly. His tongue delved deep, and she tasted him, tasted a hint of her own
orgasm, and the pleasure pulsed through her veins with each stroke. He trailed
open-mouthed kisses along her jaw to her neck.

When
he sucked on the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, she nearly came.
He swirled his tongue over her before nipping gently, and she held him to her,
letting her head fall back to give him better access. Suddenly, she felt a
slight prick of pain before he groaned and light spots of pleasure danced
behind her lids. He continued sucking at the spot on her neck as she rubbed
against his cock.

Just
as she was about to tumble over the edge again, he gave her a long, slow lick
then reared up over her.

“You
make me fucking crazy, Wilhemina.”

“You
do the same to me.”

He
was finally going to take her, slide into her hard and deep where he belonged.
She opened her knees wider and he positioned himself at her opening.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Son
of a bitch,” Aldin muttered under his breath.

It
took her a moment for her to realize that someone was knocking on his door. All
the heat she was feeling suddenly rushed to her cheeks, and she wiggled to get
out from under him. But it was like trying to push a tank off her.

“Don’t
be embarrassed. There is no need,” he said before giving her a quick kiss.

Tap, tap, tap.

He
sighed and rolled off her before reaching for his jeans. She scrambled for her
clothes while he casually pulled the denim up over his long legs. He looked
back at her to make sure she was dressed before going to the door and jerking
it open.

“This
better be important.”

Ashe
stood on the other side of the door, and Wilhemina didn’t miss the surprise
that flared in his eyes when he saw her standing behind Aldin.

“Sorry
to bother you, brother. But I assure you it is very important. Uriah is here.”

Didn’t
these people ever sleep? And who was Uriah? Was it common for them to have
visitors at this ungodly hour? Her curiosity was getting the better of her, and
she was trying hard to tamp it down before it got out of control.

“I
thought he wasn’t coming until tomorrow night.” Aldin straightened.

“Surprise.”

“I’ll
be down in a couple minutes,” he grumbled.

Ashe
nodded before leaving.

Wilhemina
could barely contain her embarrassment when he turned to face her.

“I—I’ll
go back to my room.” She hurried to get past him, but he wrapped his fingers
around her arm and tugged her back to him.

“There
is no reason for you to be embarrassed.” He stared down at her.

“Your
brother just caught us having sex. I beg to differ.”

One
brow shot up. “Last time I checked, we were both adults.”

“You’re
still my friend’s brother-in-law. A friend who invited me into her house.”

“Your
point?”

She
threw her hands up. “Forget it.” She tried for the door again, but he refused
to let her go.

He
bent and kissed her slow and lazy, and when he lifted his head, she was panting
again.

“I
will find you later.”

Her
tummy did a flip-flop and warmth shot through her body all the way to her toes.

“I’ll
see you later then,” she whispered before he finally let her go, and she
slipped out the door.

She
practically ran all the way back to her room where she shut the door and locked
it. Why did Ashe have to interrupt them when he had? She’d wanted Aldin with a
ferocity she didn’t know herself capable of, didn’t understand. Still wanted
him. The ache between her thighs was maddening.