Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (31 page)

She quivered when he reached out and brushed his fingers across her cheek, so endearingly, so affectionately hope rummaged strong inside her body. Something released, melting, she felt Noor’s hold coiling around her with familiarity, a strong hold she feared she couldn’t evade. “Don’t do this.” Her voice was whispery, anguished. A tear slipped and rolled down her cheek.

As if she hadn’t spoken, pleaded anything of him he dismissed her request. Noor was shaking his head no. “I have to do this, Allura.” He bent low and kissed her gently, a slow assault that started burning sensations of need, surrender to engulf her body. Allura trembled…she pushed against his chest. He caught her fingers and curled them inside his large palms. His lips tasted, devoured, moving dreamily across her mouth. She felt his expert coaxing, cajoling…making her need grow even though she fought hard against it.

“I don’t want this.” The lies just kept coming.

“Yes, you do.”

“Stop it!” She shoved her fist into his chest. He released her. She sighed with relief, so on the verge of relenting again the fear shivered through her. She couldn’t continue to lose herself in Noor. Lord knows, she loved him, but she deserved better.

Suffocating the tears, she whispered. “I don’t hate you, Noor.”

Everything in the room was eerily quiet, unsettling, a testament to the bleak and dreary existence she felt absorbed her like a vortex…dark, cold, a chilling revelation to how her life would be without him.

“I appreciate that.” He was detached.

“Do you want me to try to get word to you if I conceived?”

“If that is what you want.”

“What do you want me to say?” she said in a strained tone.

“Goodbye seems appropriate since you are walking out of my life.”

She challenged him. “You think this is what I want?”

“It’s what you are doing.”

“I have to.”

He lifted a powerful shoulder nonchalantly.

“Noor…” Flinging her arms around him, hugging him close, daring to breathe, she whispered. “I will miss you terribly.” She went to pull back…

His arms tightened around her waist, almost desperately, surely an action that said he didn’t want her to go. Forcing herself, she looked up into his eyes, and seeing the strange expression she couldn’t read confused her. Noor looked tore between pain and pleasure. His eyes narrow, dark, yet possessively alluring struck a chord of desire inside her.

“Oh, Noor…” she moaned feeling his hands hold her still. Before she could protest, if she could, he had her pinned against the wall. Even when she knew to refuse him, she helped him as his fingers feverishly worked to undo the buttons on her blouse. The ever patient Noor made her gasp in surprise when he undid two buttons before he ripped the sheer material to shreds. She moaned feeling his hands cupping, kneading, and caressing her breast as his mouth slammed against hers. His kiss was rough, savagely domineering, slices of his tongue demandingly pushing into her mouth and started a wicked tango she reciprocated.

Noor kept kissing her, mesmerizing her, drawing every refusal on her lips to fade away into hungry pants. His hands went to her waist. In record time, he unzipped, and shoved her pants and panties down pass her knees where she toed out of them. Clinging hopelessly, going willing, as he lifted her effortlessly in his arms. “Wrap your legs around me.” His was tone rough with arousal making sparks flame in her core at the perversely dominate order. She went limp, doing as he bid, wanting as much as he did, she shamelessly knew.

His fingers bunched around her ass, extending the tightness, and Allura heard her scream of pleasure crest as his fingers buried inside her ass and cock inside her pussy simultaneously. The dual penetrations blazed through her in, partial discomfort, more pleasing, he forged through the firmness, tunneling.

“You belong to me.” He gritted his teeth, bent low, reared up and forced his cock deeper. So, deep, she felt results course through every fiber of her body deliciously, making her body react, and breast aching for his touch, lick, and sucks.

“Suck my nipples,” she moaned.

Noor slammed his flattened palms on either side of her head against the door. He breathed, harshly. “Put them in my mouth, then,” he growled. Then groaned low before his hot mouth latched onto a peak. He pulled, tugged, devouring the tips until she felt pleasantly bruised by the attention. He eased, suckling at a ripe one, washing the rough-soft tongue repeatedly over the nubbin until another scream lodged in her throat.

“Fuck your sweet. Irresistible…”

The power in his body was undeniable, displayed by how he easily held her against the wall without his hands or arms, just his great body held her in place. He moved only his cock, pumping it in jerky movements that pounded hard leaving her in sexual heat.

“Noor!” Her nails raked across his back, leaving welts. She bit into his shoulder when the pressure became too much. “Fuck me harder. God, I want to come,” she sobbed.

“Who do you belong to, Allura? Whose pussy is this?” he snarled, driving flesh so hard it was almost painful, not quite, and her pussy accepted the animalistic mating greedily.

She flowed around him, soaking his cock, melting, holding him in a grip of sweltering passion. The bliss at the cusp, so there, right there.

Framing her cheeks, their eyes collided, grey and green locked intensely. “Answer the fucking questions,” he growled. She stared at him wanting to speak. Hadn’t he realized he stole her ability to do anything but cling to him as the tremor building, racing for release, stealing every ounce of strength to prevent the faintest response? He surged up in a powerful thrust weakening her knees, stripping the last of her soul, everything. “Damn you, Allura, answer me.”

“Damnit, it’s you. You’re everything to me! Noor. Noor. Noor.” The piercing cry of release shuddered through her with his name on her lips.

“Ah, baby, so sweet,” Noor crooned and joined her in surrender with a final thrust, erupting, and spilling his seed.

* * * *

This was dangerous. He should have let her go. He couldn’t because that would be like giving away a part of his heart.

He relaxed against the basin of the tub and let the water submerge them in warmth. On a whim, he purchased the antique and had it installed in his bathroom with a few extra touches knowing Allura would enjoy it. Scooping water and suds between his fingers, he let it pour over her, watching as it flowed over and down the full mounds. A bubble of sud stuck to her nipple. He massaged it away with his fingertips, kissed the nape of her neck that was moist and soft mingled with the steam of the water.

She purred.

“Where did you get a gun?” he asked. It was a safer topic then telling her how much he loved her.

She rested her foot on the tub, wiggled her toes, sliding back against him like a kitten. “That is my secret. Let’s just say I have my resources.”

“So, I see,” he murmured.

He stretched and yawned. “What are your terms?” he asked.

Allura turned around and stared over her shoulder at him as if astounded by his question. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you want to discuss it, Allura, so go ahead and tell me how you feel since I interrupted your earlier attempt.”

“An interruption I thoroughly enjoyed.”

Noor smiled pleasantly, indulgently. Knowing when she finished with her list of demands, he had a few of his own. His eyes flickered over the swell of her breasts bobbing above the water surface. The darkest aureoles were very tempting, and looked delectable. The tips as hard as chocolate drops and appetizing presented an enticing sight that made his cock surge to life, pulsate for attention. He tampered his lust and concentrated on what she had to say.

“I know that you do not want to marry me, and even though that goes against every grain of my upbringing, I’m willing to accept such and birth your child. But, I want my baby born in Legend with my mother by my side. My parents deserve to see their grandchild…” Her voice broke with emotion. “They may never see me again. The least I can do is provide a fond memory, if I can’t offer anything else.”

“No.”

Allura pushed her words between her teeth. “May I ask why not?”

“I can’t keep you as safe in Legend as I can on Magnus. What I can do is try to secure a temporary visa for your parents to visit you here. I’m not promising anything, but I will see what I can do.”

“My father doesn’t like to travel. I doubt you or anyone else can convince him to visit Chicago, let alone Magnus. If you mention it, he will probably shoot you on sight,” she said seriously.

“That is the best I can do.”

Allura tightened, and her entire body went stiff, cold as granite, and twice as impregnable. “I thought you agreed to be reasonable.”

“I said I would listen, and I did. Nothing more.” His response was quick, with an edge. He knew a fight was brewing between them.

Allura gave Noor a sloe-eyed look. “I’m attempting to be gallant about the entire matter, under the circumstances—I’m here against my will—but you are insistent on being difficult. Do you think that is fair?”

Noor shrugged. “Life is not fair, Allura. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.” He saw her rear up, a cougar ready to strike, and he held his hand up for a truce. “I don’t mean to sound callous, but the situation we are in is unorthodox, and emotions can’t come into play here. My decisions would suit us best if based on business and not a personal agenda. Surely, you can understand that.”

He thought she would respond. Instead, she flicked water in his face. He wiped the water away. “You know, you should try and manage your temper better. I enjoy your hot blooded bitchy side, especially in the bed, but, seriously, get it under control or I will.” She moved and he held her firmer, holding onto her waist to make a point. She pouted. He kissed her lips. “Where do you think you can go?”

“I will figure that out when I leave. What I do know is I don’t intend to spend another minute in your presence. God, you are an insensitive brute. For the life of me, I don’t understand how I agreed to your harebrained scheme to gain my compliance in the first place.”

“Because, you can’t leave me anymore than I can let you go. I told you I will try to bring your parents here.”

“That is an empty promise, and we both know it.”

“It’s the damned truth, although you are too pigheaded to accept it.”

She slammed her hands on her hips. God, she was adorable even when all fiery. His eyes slipped to her breasts again, and scanned her nipples the protruded past the sudsy surface, soaking in the globes, devouring her with his eyes.

“You are a bully.” There was no vinegar in her tone.

“Yeah, well, maybe, but you are a fiery, sassy-mouthed lovely who doesn’t have the good sense to see when someone is doing something in your best interest. Your father has you spoiled, and too much for your own good. Maybe if he spanked your ass a few times you would understand the world does not rotate around what you want.”

“You should realize that every woman who crosses your path will not succumb and spread their legs like an offering and agree to your every whim.”

“After what just occurred between us, you can hardly make such a claim, now can you?”

“Go to hell.” She said it playfully.

“Where I come from there is no such thing, sweetie, so you will have to be more creative. If you want, I can tell you where I want to go and that is between your thighs, tasting you, fucking you.” The timbre of his voice dropped an octave.

“If you dare touch me, I will scream.”

“I already know you are vocal, and probably my entire crew on this vessel is aware of that fact, too, because you shouted accolades about my sexual expertise earlier when I fucked you. For future reference, remind me to explain about intercom systems that can transmit voices from one place to another wirelessly. Scream all you want. In fact, I like when you scream for me, baby. Let me love you.”

“You want to love me or fuck me?” she asked rudely.

“I want to give you pleasure,” he said softly.

Allura crossed her arms in front of her breast. She glared at him. “You do not play fair. Did I tell you that?”

“Thank you. Now, if you are willing to listen we can compromise.” She settled back against him with her back flush against his chest, putting her nipples on display when the tips peaked through the suds. It looked as if she were covered in whip cream and he wanted to taste. He groaned inwardly feeling his cock stiffen.

“I’m listening.”

He tore his eyes away and focused on the intricate design of the wall décor on the far wall. A modern work by an upcoming artist he came across that interest him because of the bold strokes, vibrant colors, and sweeping arcs. There was so much passion in the work, emotion. It wasn’t the best work he encountered, but something in it reminded him of Allura’s spirit. “If I arrange to get you back to Texas for the birth of our child, you must swear to me not to make one rejection, not even a peep, when I say it is time to leave.”

“You sound as if you are conducting business and not the rest of my life. I’m not sure I like that.”

“Just so you know, I’m not only an agent but have several lucrative import and export businesses that make me a wealthy man. In my line of business understanding and applying the art of negotiation is key.” He shifted his eyes and stared at her reflection through the mirror strategically placed so he could view them in the tub. She was thinking. Her forehead set in a wrinkle, cute nose scrunched, so adorable.