Stealing Kathryn (23 page)

He surged up her body to capture her mouth, drinking her in long, ravaging kisses until she was dizzy and distracted with it. Then he settled himself against her, his cock resting directly along the exposed heart of her. Once he was there, once he was coating himself in her wetness and bathing in her heat, he couldn’t control the thrust of his hips that brought him directly across her sensitive clit. She cried out against his mouth, her nails biting into his shoulders with sudden, glorious ferocity.

Yes, he thought, yes! Be savage for me! Lose yourself deep inside me, the way I will lose myself deep inside you!

He groaned at his own thoughts, his cock feeling enormous and heavy as it sought a home inside her. He notched up against her opening, seating himself true and hard, feeling the resistance of her untried body. So tight. So very brilliantly tight! Just one thrust and he’d take her. One thrust and she’d be his forever. His. No one could ever take her away from him. She would be his one true and finest treasure that no one could have but him.

“Mine, Kat. All mine. Say you’ll be that. Tell me you’ll be mine.”

Kathryn was panting hard, her body writhing for what it wanted, the movements mindless and seeking. He groaned, wanting her so badly, but this was important, his mind told him. This was utterly crucial.

“Kat!” he shouted, tested to his limits.

“Yours,” she coughed out at last. “I’ll be yours.”

The affirmation made him want to howl with joy. The pleasure he felt would only be outstripped by the grasp of her body when it came. But he tried to focus for a fraction of a second more and he looked down into her trusting gray eyes and found the strength to say, “This might hurt you, love. Know that I don’t want it to, but…”

“It’s supposed to hurt the first time,” she acknowledged, her gentle hands in his hair absolving him of responsibility for that. But he would not be absolved. He would take responsibility for it every second of the way.

Making certain he was thoroughly wetted by her body, he came back to that breaching point. He so wanted to have the wherewithal to take this slowly, to do his best by her, but the savage inside him was clawing at the door and demanding everything all at once. One thrust. One shot deep inside her will bring us home.

He let loose with a rumbling sound, a savage sound, just before he thrust powerfully into her precious body. The resistance he met was utterly extraordinary. He’d never felt anything so strong and so tight before. He barely made it half the way inside her. He was throbbing hard with need of her, everything wildly angry at his failure to take her all in an instant. He rammed forward suddenly and hard, lifting her hips off the bed with the movement. She cried out, a sound of real and bracing pain, and it was enough to give him the presence of mind to wait her out. Oh, but it was so hard to do! She was so blessedly tight around him! So blindingly perfect. He wanted to fuck her within an inch of her life, make her come again and again, until she couldn’t think about anything else.

To that end, he reached down between their joined bodies and dragged a claw across her twitchy little clit. She tightened around him so strongly that it took his breath away. She was hardier than she thought she was, he realized. Braver too. Well, he would make it worth her while.

Starting now.

Chapter 11

Kathryn hardly knew which way was up at the moment. All she felt was this invading force in her body. He was so big, too big, she thought with momentary panic, remembering what he had said about their fitting together being impossible. But somehow, it worked. The pain, however, was frighteningly bracing and she pressed her hands against his shoulders as if to push him away. But he was far too big for her small hands to have any effect on him. She was overwhelmed, wondered why she had thought this was a good idea, and felt like she was stretched to the breaking point. Then he reached down between them and tickled her with that deadly claw of his, making her gasp in shock and confusion. How could she hurt and feel pleasure all at the same time? It made absolutely no sense at all.

He looked up then, finding her eyes and seeing something he didn’t like, because he frowned.

“Relax, sweet,” he said tightly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Too late,” she gasped.

“I mean besides that.” He chuckled. “There’s nothing I can do about that.” The frown deepened. “Do you want me to stop?” But even as he asked that devious claw flicked over her once again, and there was nothing in his expression or his body language that said he had any interest in stopping. And just to prove the point, he added, “I don’t think I could, sweet Kat. You’re an instant addiction. One taste of you and now I must have more.”

She knew the feeling. She didn’t want to stop either. She was too curious and too ready to stop now. She felt as though she’d waited all of her life for this moment, for the instant when she had finally broken free of her life at her father’s house and moved on to her own life and her own experiences instead of the ones her father hand-fed to her. Oh, she loved her dad dearly, but he was always controlling every instant of who and what she was. And while Adrian was proving to be just as controlling in his way, there was still a freedom in his embrace that she hadn’t felt before.

While she was thinking, he slowly slid free of her body, almost removing himself completely. She could have claimed a feeling of relief once the pressure of his girth was removed, but that was far from what she felt. She understood his claim of an instant addiction in that moment, because now that he was gone she wanted him back. More than anything. Her hands slid down his powerful back, clutching at his tight buttocks as if she could pull him back where he belonged. But the fact was she didn’t have to try so hard at all to make him return. He did so readily and with a fair amount of gusto. She sucked in her breath, anticipating pain, and then exhaled with surprise when it didn’t come.

“I told you,” he rumbled against her ear, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She believed him now. In fact, she was experiencing something very opposite to pain. It was queer the way it felt, and yet her heart was racing in her chest.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed all in a rush just as he dipped for her mouth and kissed her within an inch of suffocating her. When he lifted away she was gasping for her breath, her thighs clenched tight against his hips and holding him still while she tried to process all of the information rushing through her. He had no intention of helping her, though. He made that very clear when he dropped his head to capture her nipple between his teeth. He let her go just as quickly and raised vibrant green eyes up to hers.

“You don’t need to know anything. You’re perfect just the way you are. I like that you’re untried. I like being the only man you’ll ever know.”

Well, she wouldn’t go that far, but she wasn’t going to pop his delusional bubble right in the middle of everything. Even someone as green as she was knew that would be a mean thing to do.

“Okay,” she said idly, her focus disintegrating as he cupped her knee in one hand and pushed her leg away from its grip on him, opening her wide for him. As soon as he was certain she had relaxed a little, he moved inside her once again, a long, slow thrust that belied the savage need she could see in his eyes. He wanted to be doing something far wilder to her. She could see it and feel it in the vibrating energy of his body as he held himself back for her sake. His consideration made her smile, made her relax considerably. She reached for his now handsome face, cupping it between her hands and then pulling him down for an almost chaste kiss.

Adrian wasn’t interested in chaste. His desires ran deeper and hotter than she could possibly have imagined. She didn’t know what it was like to be a beast on fire for a beauty, but he was determined to show her. He pumped himself into her in a long, earth-shattering undulation of his hips, making Kathryn gasp in significant surprise. She’d had no idea that such simple movements could hold so much power over a body. And if the look of utter bliss on his face was anything to judge by, Adrian was feeling exactly the same way.

“Oh, you feel so fine, my pretty Kat,” he said, his voice so low and sexy and sending a thrill straight down the center of her belly. “I’m going to make you scream for me, sweetheart,” he promised her. “You’ll scream the name of the man who makes you feel pleasure like no other ever will.”

She didn’t even have the presence of mind to protest his second possessive remark in as many minutes. The fact of the matter was that she felt like screaming. But it was more likely because he was moving so damn slowly and her body was craving something much more than slowness.

“I want to feel you,” she heard herself panting baldly, her nails once again burrowing into his butt in an effort to make him do what she wanted. “I need to feel you, Adrian.”

Her words seemed to fire something in him because suddenly he reared up and out of her grasping body and hands. With the grip of a single strong hand on her shoulder he flipped her over in the bed, a grunt leaving her as she landed on her face in the pillows. Then she felt his hands bracketing her hips and hauling her ass high in the air, his knees coming between hers and spreading her legs far apart. She scrambled to get her hands under her, wanting to push up and look back at him, but he planted a powerful hand right between her shoulder blades and held her face and chest down against the pillows.

“Feel this,” he ground out as he abruptly thrust deep into her channel. She gasped at the sudden and swollen intrusion, the sheer size of him once again overwhelming her as she took him from a completely different perspective. “And this…” He drew back and slammed forward so hard it took her knees off the bed. She had to scramble to clutch the sheets, to keep herself from sliding into the headboard as his thrusts went deeper and harder as they increased in speed.

Kathryn longed to be able to see him and touch him. Both were impossible as he knelt over her like a conquering hero, keeping her from moving in the slightest way. She felt stunted by the position and frustrated, but he seemed to thrive on it, his breaths leaving him in rising growls of pleasure as he moved into her again and again. Needing to do something to gain his attention, she clenched every muscle in her body, wrapping tight feet around his calves and resisting the pressure between her shoulders. She also locked around his working cock like a fist and she knew the very instant it caught his attention because he gasped out loud and then groaned as he worked past the resistance she was putting up.

“Ah, God, yes! Kat. Oh, my beautiful Kat…” His hands raked down the length of her spine, claws streaking downward, bumping over each of her vertebrae until she was racked with shivers of stimulation and excitement.

What was more, she was aware she could push up on her hands now and even look over her shoulder to see him. What she saw made her blush from head to toe. Not only was he magnificently naked, gleaming with sweat and concentration as he used her body for his pleasure, but he was studying her bare backside as if he’d never seen anything quite like it, his hand shaping over her in slow, affectionate rubs. Then, just to startle her, he ran a claw down the cleft between her cheeks all the way to the spot where they were joined. The intimacy made fire explode along the entire length of her body, even as it made her face heat in a blush. She could tell he liked doing it, too, because he shifted into faster thrusts, punching into her until she was awash with the strangest sensation of pleasure she’d ever known. In a way it was similar to the orgasms she’d given to herself over the years and the one he’d more recently triggered, but it was very different at the same time. Deeper. She felt threads in her chest and belly tugging downward, as if she were a marionette and he was gathering the strings to manipulate her with each thrust inside her.

“Adrian,” she cried out helplessly, shaking her head and not knowing what she should do. Her hair flew around her head as he stroked into her harder and faster, the rhythm impossible for her to keep up with. All she could do was push back against him while he held her in place with strong, needful hands. “Adrian, something’s wrong!” she said, her breath as panicked as her words.

“Nothing’s wrong. Nothing has ever been more right, Kat. Don’t be afraid. Just relax and don’t be afraid. God, you feel so amazing. Do I feel even half as good to you?”

He did. And then some. She just couldn’t seem to bear all of that wild sensation all at once. He was asking way too much of her, she thought. Maybe she just wasn’t like other women. Maybe she didn’t work right like they did. Would he be disappointed in her? Would he regret the day he’d chosen her above all others?

As if he knew she doubted herself he suddenly turned her on her side, pulling her leg way up so her knee was hooked around his shoulder. This forced him to slow down just a little and he reached forward to grab her chin and made her look at him.

“You’ll not hide from me,” he said. “You’ll look at me and know who and what it is that makes you feel this way. And you will feel it. I’ll not stop until you do.”

And she knew he’d make good on that threat. He didn’t let go of her until she looked directly into his eyes. She’d never seen so much lust and passion in the eyes of another before, and she wondered if she looked anything like that. Did she have that expression of borderline desperation in the depths of her eyes like he did? She could almost believe that she did as the tension in her body wound up to an incredible tightness. The hand that had held her face now fell to embrace her breast, the flicking of a claw back and forth and back and forth over her sensitive nipple making her want to scream.

“That’s it,” he coaxed her softly. “There you go.”

She was going somewhere, all right. She was spinning in her own head, twisting inside and all around. She panted madly for every breath as everything dragged her around inside. Then, suddenly, all the threads seemed to snap at once, and like a released balloon she went soaring. Rich spasms of pleasure rocketed around inside her, clamping her down tight on him, milking him for equal measure. He started to growl in bursts of succession, his hips jerking as he tried to fight her body for depth. Then, with a deafening roar, he came apart inside her. She felt the hot rush of his ejaculate, felt the wild way he couldn’t control himself as he gripped her leg and pushed against their mutual spasms.