Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (29 page)

Noor reflected on his decision and next words. Everyone would know the truth with a legitimate marriage license on file. If he married her, his government would know he acted because of feelings and not necessity. That meant treason. Not that he gave a damn about facing charges for sedition. His upmost concern was to protect Allura from the possible backlash if he took that route. “I’m not marriage material, Allura.” Her back stiffened. He ignored the hurt expression she wore. “There are ways to impregnate a woman without sexual intercourse. The medical term is artificial transference where sperm is inserted into the reproductive tract. You can carry the baby to full term or have it incubated until maturity, if that is what you wish.” Noor grimaced at how clinical and cold he sounded.

“You want me to have a child out of wedlock?”

The anguish in her voice tormented him. The solution he offered to save her life was viable, but still he considered the repercussions. If Allura remained on Magnus and birthed a child without being married, it wouldn’t matter. Well, to him or anybody else except Allura, he knew. From what he learned about the Texas era, unwed mothers were considered blights on society and were scorned as promiscuous and indecent. Her society would be unforgiving, her parents disgraced, and her child labeled a bastard. Not even all of Mortimer Deverill’s money and influence would save Allura from the hypocritical condemnation she’d face from a society that prided itself on wrongfully judging others. She’d be a pariah in the public view.

The hell if he would allow that to happen. Maybe he shouldn’t even concern himself about it, because deep inside he knew letting Allura go wasn’t a priority. So, he was a self-centered bastard, he’d go with that. In the scheme of things, it didn’t matter because he’d yet to convince Allura to take any action to save her life.

“Nothing you have said gives me comfort, Noor. This is one of those situations where I feel caught between a rattlesnake and a cougar. I’m damned either way,” she said, forlorn.

“In my mind the lesser of the evils is to stay here and have the child.” The suggestion was purely selfish, of course, and he could have let it eat at his scruples, but he refused to. He couldn’t—wouldn’t let her go. He just hoped he didn’t have to strong-arm Allura to see his way. The thought was averse. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it.

The redeeming feature to his selfishness was that he truly believed she would be safer on Magnus.

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She had to be insane to consider Noor’s options for the rest of her life. She didn’t really know him. Yes, she loved him with all her heart, but he was still as foreign to her as his home. At the revelation, commonsense should have prevailed, but it hadn’t and she found herself seriously mulling over what he offered. To give up everything she knew and remain with Noor made panic arise and grip her harshly. It also made her yearn for a life with him forever. If forever was part of his plan. Noor hadn’t said or even alluded to such. He plainly outlined what she needed to do to save herself, including having a child out of wedlock, and didn’t even mention that he might be the father or even wanted the responsibility.

Pulura looked at his brooding stance, distance, so cold it made her shiver. Deep inside she ached for the impossible, and knowing this she still couldn’t bring herself to make a decision based on facts and not emotions.

Okay, so, she considered leaving Legend even before Noor entered her life. She’d been thinking about it for years, but her love for her parents and Channing always managed to make her forgo the plan. She would miss them terribly. What she wouldn’t miss was the constrictions of the prim and proper ennui-inducing life in Legend. She wanted more freedom, excitement, and adventure. She longed to travel to Chicago, New York, Europe, and other exotic continents and experience all the wonders an unrestricted life had to offer a young woman. Of course, coming to a place in the future never entered her mind, not even her wildest imagination could conjure up such.

Should she leave or stay? Allura fretted over the decision keeping an eye on Noor who had entered her life like a sudden torrential downpour on a sunny day. He was an unexpected occurrence, a phenomenon, an all consuming force she feared to get caught up in for fright of the outcome. She knew she should run and duck for cover as fast as she could. Noor hadn’t made any promises except to keep her safe. She wanted more. She needed more. The problem, was he willing to offer anything but what he agreed to? Did she dare ask him knowing what his answer would be?

Noor moved, and her thoughts focused in his direction and set off another round of morass confusion to invade her mind. God, she loved him. Her feelings weren’t the juvenile whim she experienced with Dunst, which hadn’t lasted past the second she realized his true colors. She had been so dumb, immature, and unknowing, then. Surely, she had matured with the Dunst’s incident. Aided by her father and Channing’s strong persuasion, of course, but still she managed to snap out of the trance the man induced in her and vowed never to go there again.

As soon as Dunst informed her by letter—coward—that he didn’t love her anymore, she had shed a few tears for her stupidity and nothing else. There was no sorrow for his absence and as easily as the wind shifted, she dismissed him as outdated with no regret but relief.

A riveting fear shot through Allura. If she had to live without Noor, there was no reason to live. No matter if he gave a small part of himself, she’d tuck it away, covet it, and survive on it for an eternity.

She stared at Noor fixedly, speaking with conviction in her tone that belied the fear she felt for what she was about to do. “I will go to Magnus and have a child, but I want my baby conceived naturally. I will not allow artificial transference or any of the other nonsense you referenced. You will give me a baby, Noor, or forget it. I’m going home.”

“I’m not sure you’re in a position to make demands.”

“You think I care? I mean it. If you deny me I will find a way to leave this place for good even if it kills me.”

He was in her face in two seconds flat. She felt something oozing from his pores, heated, untamed. She wasn’t sure if was the innate male need to dominant every decision, anger that she tried to tie his hands, or fear? With Noor, she could never be sure. God, she wanted it to be love that drove his abrupt action to her threat, but she wouldn’t bet on it.

“I’m serious,” she said, watching him perceptively.

He moved closer, leaned forward, and caught her chin between his fingers. Something in his eyes illuminated with sensual heat, making them blaze with sexual intensity that caused a craving to gnaw voraciously deep between her thighs.

“I’m more than willing to accommodate you, sweetie, with pleasure,” he murmured.

He hadn’t offered love or any semblance of affection but raw pleasure and like a mindless sap she lapped at it greedily, intending to sustain herself on whatever morsel Noor tossed her.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Having experienced the wonder of Noor firsthand, Allura felt so anxious and breathless waiting on him to touch her. Her Noor. The light of her world. She wanted him desperately and yearned for this moment more than anything else she could think of. Remembering his touch, kisses, the feel of his mouth on her breasts, and his erection inside her, she was eager to surrender to whatever he wanted. Knowing their action might give her his child intensified the untamed hunger lapping between her legs.

Patience had never been one of her virtues, so it disappointed her when Noor didn’t seem as urgent to make love as she wanted him to be. In their first experience together, Noor had practiced the patience of a priest. She shouldn’t have been surprised that instead of ripping clothes off, he set to leisurely undressing her, starting with her shoes, working up to her pants, and finally, blessedly, removing every piece of her clothing until she was bare and quivering.

Then he worked on his own clothing, and with the same meticulous attention, he removed his attire. She wished he was a little swifter, but then, watching him remove clothing added a measure of stimulus to her already overwrought nerve endings. She tingled all over. In the soft glow of light that filtered through the open shades, he looked like brown sugar and twice as sweet. Every inch of him was fashioned for pleasure, and Allura selfishly believed god had designed Noor exclusively for her.

Determined to get her hands on him, she slipped her hand around his erection, fondled his sacs, and kneaded the fuzzy balls between her fingers. He arch into her touch making her increase the pressure and strokes until he drove his cock between her fingers urgently.

She watched fascinated as liquid seeped free, tiny spurts escaped, and seeing it made her mouth water to taste him. She leaned forward to put him in her mouth. He wouldn’t allow it.

“No, that’s not what I want,” he said.

“It’s what I want. You taste so juicy and sweet.” She masturbated him with leisurely movements, while examining the hard expanse and enjoying the satiny yet firm flesh blossom and thicken under her administrations.

Noor’s eyes were hooded, smoldering, and held primal promises. “You should be careful what you ask for?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life,” she said without hesitation.

“Okay, sweetie, for a little bit…just to please you.”

He guided his cock between her lips, which she sucked at hungrily. She tongued the shaft, licked around the heavy crown, sucking him deeply that increased the wild pumping of pleasure to hum through her veins like a drug. He moaned a low and primitive sound, washed over her and left her creaming harder. When she felt a squirt explode inside her mouth, she shuddered as her bloodstream heated to boiling and made her desperate to have him inside her. Every nerve ending in her pussy screamed for attention, leaving her quaking, aching in the bottom of her belly for release.

Allura groaned lapping at him, suckling, bent on devouring him whole as ecstasy ran amuck between her thighs threatening to shatter her control. She was divided with a need to continue sucking his cock and wanting to feel the hardness push into her pussy and calm the hunger that burned through every part of her body.

Noor escalated her need by rubbing his hands over her breasts, massaging her nipples, catching and releasing the swelled buds between his fingers. She moaned pleased, feeling like a wanton mound of pleasure, as he worked deliciously over her breasts. She creamed hard leaving a trail of juices running down between her thighs when he tugged and pinched her nipples seizing her between pleasure and pain as something hot streaked inside her.

She let his cock pop out of her mouth. She was ready. So, ready to have Noor fulfill her most wild and licentious fantasy. Laying back, she opened her thighs and exposed her sex, in a willing surrender.

“I thought you wanted to suck me?”

“I want you inside me more.”

“Ah, I see,” he grinned mildly, seemingly slightly amused.

“Is there a reason for the smugness?”

“Yes, you aren’t always going to get your way with me, Allura. Especially not now since I need you to keep sucking me.”

“Why?”

“An orgasm will hopefully tamper the urgency I’m feeling to put my cock inside your sweet cunt and fuck you until I can’t move anymore. My desire is to take you slow, easy, and prolong our mutual pleasure instead of fast and hard like some rutting bull like I feel,” he murmured.

“I’m anxious for you.”

“I feel the same way, but I promise you you will enjoy this.” He maneuvered their bodies until they lay facing each other in opposite position with her face between his thighs and his between hers. “Did Katherine explain the sixty-nine position?”

“Not that I recall.”

“Good, it will be my pleasure to introduce to you the wonders of mutual oral copulation.”

Before she could respond, or think, or consider what he meant he palmed his cock and pressed it against her lips. He rubbed it there, moistening them with the sweet fluid, until she opened her mouth and covered the head of his cock. This is what she craved. She drew him inside her, wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezed, and heard his sharp intake of breathe.

Then she heard her own mewling as Noor’s tongue circled her clit, he flickered over the ripe bud, and feasted on her until she felt herself dampen embarrassingly. He curled his tongue, delved parting her lips, sending his tongue in and out in quick whips that she lost concentration on him, as he gave her focusing grabbing delight.

Her thighs tightened as he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled while he coated his fingers in her lubricant before his tongue briefly left her to lick over her forbidden region. He tasted her there, causing her to inhale and exhale heavily when he pushed his finger forward and she felt the intrusion in her rear. Then his mouth returned, more intense, more diabolical, sending her into a paroxysm of quivers that escalated to unbearable pleasure-pain when one finger became two and he now was stretching inside her, parting the delicate flesh sending an endless amount of pleasure to begin exploding through her.

She was grounding into his mouth, as his fingers drove deeper. The ache increasing inside her built to excess. Noor was driving her wild and making her loopy, his tongue and fingers stealing all coherent thought. She was gone, useless, and nothing more than mush in his hands leaving her gasping, shaking.