The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) (19 page)

She stood straight at his words,
a look in her eyes...a look with strength and desire floating under the
surface. She took a deep breath and slowly waded in...towards him.

He flexed his abs in response. The
pain it sent to his ribs did nothing to weaken his erection. His gaze fell from
her face to her soft breasts glistening, bobbing in the water. His lips parted
at the sight; his mouth suddenly dry as dirt.

“What are you doing, Abbigail?”

She was only a few feet away. He
could see her shoulders trembling. Damn. She was cold. He didn’t like that.
Before he thought twice about it or tried to deny what he wanted, he reached
forward and pulled her into his body. Heat flared between them creating a
unique polarizing sensation in the water from hot where their bodies touched
and cold where the water licked at them.

Abbigail gasped and as quick as a
snake wrapped her arm around his neck pulling herself closer. They buoyed in
the water, legs slowly kicking to keep afloat. She had yet to discover his
erection but it was only a matter of time. If she touched him...he didn’t know
if he’d be able to not push himself inside of her, test her tightness, and see
how wet he could make her. She was naked, her pussy bare and close, and within
reach. It was almost too much. Alrik bit hard on the inside of his cheek to
distract himself.

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t
need any help. And, I brought the soap.” She held up the yellow bar he’d
managed not to see before. He watched her with wary eyes. She reached behind
him to lather her hands then started rubbing her fingers in his hair. Her touch
was gentle, seductive. When she reached his scalp, his cock pulsed. Each gentle
tug in his hair felt like a stroke of his cock.

“You don’t know what you’re
doing, Abbigail,” he warned.

“I think I do,” she whispered,
her voice so close to his lips.

Their eyes met and locked together.
With his eyes he tried to tell her that if she wanted to back out now was the
time. After he touched her, really touched her, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

With her fingers moving so gently
through his hair, washing him, and her eyes gazing at him with such gentleness,
as if she cared, something changed. A wall dropped around his heart. It
couldn’t be a good thing because the wall he’d erected had only dropped once
and the person who it dropped for was now dead because of him. Still, he felt
that wall shifting, moving, and
dropping.

He snaked his arms around her
waist, pulled her breasts into his chest. The soft globes flattened against him
and hard peaks rubbed against him. For some reason, he felt the urge to tell
her the truth. He didn’t want their last angry words to be hanging between
them.

The words spilled from him. “I
wasn’t wiping your taste from my lips.”

Her hands stilled in his hair.
“What?” He heard the passion, thick and husky, in her voice.

“I was afraid you’d taste the blood
on me. I don’t want you to taste that.”

Her eyes widened with a feminine
softness, and then she rubbed her wet naked thigh on the outside of his.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

*
* *

Nothing had ever felt more right.
There were times in life where Abbigail had been in just the right situation to
have something good happen to her, and when that something good happened, a
euphoric giddiness filled her. She could hardly stop smiling. Right now in Alrik’s
arms, she felt that same feeling.

Alrik wasn’t just some
coincidental event. He was a flesh and blood demon who was trying so very hard
to resist her. She could see the war in his eyes, the way his gaze darted to
the shoreline and around them as if trying to search for a reason to get away
from her. He wanted her. He wanted her as badly as she did him. She was done
fighting it.

At first, it’d been anger that
made her stomp down to the riverfront. She was gonna give him a little piece of
her mind, but when she’d watched him, naked, vulnerable and wearing a grimace
on his beautiful mouth from the pain she knew she couldn’t do it. No way, it
didn’t feel right. She knew exactly what she did want to do.

She dropped her clothes among his
on the ground then, and before she knew it she was in his arms with his hard
chest pressed tightly against hers. She shivered at the touch. Her nipples took
in every single touch of them and shot spikes of pleasure to her needy center.
She wanted to rub her chest against him to alleviate the burning wet, pulsating
heat inside her. Her hands were soapy, entwined in the soft strands of his
hair.

“You’ve made your decision,
Abbigail. There is no taking it back.”

Her heart stuttered at his words.
She’d been playing it so casual as if she got naked in front of men all the
time and just threw herself at them. When in fact her heart raced wildly and
her body shook with need. He was so much bigger up close and naked. The man had
a powerful, strong body. A warrior’s body that needed a woman’s touch. And she
was going to give him what he needed.

She licked her dry lips a second
before he groaned and crushed his mouth onto hers.

Yes, yes!
she wanted to scream.

His kiss drove her mad. His kiss
consumed her body and mind. Her hands tangled in his hair to keep him from
moving. Their lips meshed and when his tongue slid along her lips, she parted
them so he could enter. The kiss turned consuming, their breaths mingling,
tongues exploring tastes. His was masculine, heady...sexy.

They fought for the kiss, heads
turning left then right to get the better angle. He was trying to outmatch her,
but she refused to roll over for him. Well, unless he asked her too.

Their tongues twined, wet lips
fusing and sucking. A deep groan growled from his chest and reverberated all
the way down her spine. She squirmed in his arms needing more. The kiss wasn’t
enough. His touch made her wet and ache to have him between her thighs. She
needed to be touched.

She slid her hands out of his
hair and down his chest. Her hands had a mind of their own. She had to feel him
everywhere. Finally, she had her hands on him. His skin was hot, smooth, and
firm at his chest. But that’s not what she wanted to feel. Tongues rolling
together, she slid her hands down low, leaning back just enough to slip her
hands down his hard chest, over the hard rolls of muscles. His stomach twitched
under her touch and a sense of power flared inside her.

She could do this. She could make
this big, bad demon unravel beneath her very fingertips. With that thought, she
reached down to encircle his shaft.

He tore his mouth away on a
growl; she moaned. Her fingers didn’t even touch around his thickness.

Their eyes locked and she said
the first thing that came to her mind. “You’re big.”

His hands slid down and squeezed
her ass, his touch not gentle but hard and possessive.

“Oh God,” she moaned. She loved
his rough touch. Would he be rough in all ways?

Then she was thrust away from
him.

“What’s wrong?” she breathed.
Fire burned in her veins. She waded towards him but he shook his head stopping
her.

He ducked under the water and she
saw the soap bubbles float up to the surface. Then he burst to the surface,
swam towards her so fast she could only gasp as his shoulder hit her stomach
and he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her back to shore.

“Oh!” Yes, she liked this, she
thought. They needed a hard surface. A soft moan left her as she trailed her
hands up and down his strong back. Muscles rippled under her touch. He was so solid
and built. She wanted to feel his heavy weight on top of her, wanted to feel
his big cock thrusting inside her. Reaching even further, she cupped his tight
ass.

He growled, the sound like a
warning and then she was flipped around and her back hit the grass. He stood
above her, his gaze devouring her. It was the look in his eyes that made her
heart feel so full. He looked at her as if he’d never seen a more beautiful
woman in his life…like he’d never wanted one so badly. Surely he had, she was
hardly model worthy with her plain brown hair and simple figure, but under his
gaze she felt like the goddess Aphrodite.

He dropped to his knees in front
of her. Of their own will, her legs spread open bearing herself to his gaze.
His eyes dropped to the neediest part of her, and if possible, his gaze burned
brighter. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and she squirmed.

“You light me on fire,” he said
in a hoarse voice.

Abbigail shivered but not from
being cold. “Then touch me.”

Alrik in all his dark beauty bent
over her, his hands cupping her thighs, his gaze locked on that center part of
her. The first touch of his lips to her thigh sent her muscles tightening. She
squirmed and wriggled, her thighs fidgeting but his grip only tightened, trapping
her for his touch. He pressed kisses up her thigh, so close to the hot center
of her. A soft moan escaped her. Her pussy was on fire, her bud swollen and
throbbing to be touched. Instead of touching her there, he moved to her other
thigh and pressed kisses up it.

“Beautiful Abbigail,” he murmured
huskily.

His words made her heart jump. He
never said things like this to her. They softened her heart, and melted her.

Her nipples pulled into aching
hard points. They were so hard they hurt. She cupped them, pinching her own
nipples to ease the ache, but Alrik caught her hands and with a growl, shoved them
away to cup her breasts himself. Rough hands squeezed and plumped her, and then
finally his fingers found her hard nipples and pulled. Pleasure mixed with just
a hint of pain and a flood of moisture filled her sex.

“Alrik!”

She lifted her weak neck to look
at him. He looked like a man lost, his eyes hazy with passion, and his chest
moving hard to breathe. Then, in a jerky move, he moved back between her legs,
kept his hands pawing at her breasts, and then she felt it. The first fluttery
touch so soft she almost missed it. Her entire body tensed, waiting for it.

It came again. The soft pass of
his tongue over her. The hunger in his gaze belied the slow and gentle
movements. The difference threw her, left her confused and yearning. She didn’t
want soft and gentle, she needed hard and firm. As if sensing her turmoil he
gave her the opposite. Soft and wet his tongue passed in long swipes against
her flesh, sucking her lips, then gentle nudging her bundle of nerves. She
quivered. If not for his arms keeping her down she would have jolted up to hold
his head to her.

“Please,” she begged, barely recognizing
her own voice. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t need all this foreplay.
She was already so close to coming, she just needed his cock inside her and
she’d explode.

Then his tongue dipped across her
in earnest. He narrowed in on her bud and flicked it gently, swirling slowly
around her neediest part. Where he touched her became the focal point of all
feelings. One hand traveled down over her stomach. His fingers spread out on
her stomach making her realize his hand was big enough to almost cover her and
then his hand massaged her inner thigh while his tongue tortured her.

“Faster,” she panted.

Just a little bit more and she’d
fly apart. Just faster, a little harder, and all the pent-up energy boiling
inside her would spill over.

But he slowed down his movements
instead. His tongue twirled around her lazily, torturing her. A finger trailed
over her wet slit, pushing slowly inside. Her breath caught as a new fullness
filled her. Then he pressed deep, all the way in and she moaned, her head
whipping side to side. Her hands curled into the grass and she yanked out
chunks. Sweat beaded on her skin. Warmth filled her chest and face, flushing
her.

Then something magical happened.
His finger curled inside her and stroked something raw and erotic while his
mouth latched onto her bud and sucked hard. He had known exactly what he was
doing this whole time.

Her body arched off the ground as
a strangled cry tore from her throat. He brought her up to peak hard and fast.
Her cries rang in her ears as her body swept up to a great peak and shattered.
Her body clung to his finger, massaging it; her hips jerked and shook against
his talented mouth.

He gentled his movements, slowly
thrusting his finger in and out and languidly licking at her as he brought her
back down to earth.

The pleasure faded slowly like it
didn’t want to leave. It lingered. She tried to open her eyes but it took
several tries before she could actually do it. Her whole body felt relaxed and lethargic.
Still, she was ready to have him inside her. She lifted up on her elbows and
looked down at his dark head between her legs.

“Alrik...”

His eyes flicked up to connect
with hers but he still licked at her as if he had all the time in the world.
Then he pulled his finger out from her and she watched with a soft moan as he
sucked her wetness from his finger.

“Your body burns for me,
Abbigail.”

He lifted up onto his knees and
his head fell back as if he was looking up at the stars. She licked her lips at
the sight of all that strong muscle, then her eyes locked on his cock, hard and
erect standing straight out from his hips. Her sex quivered at the sight. She
wanted him to fill her up. Sitting up, she reached forward and grasped him in
her hand.