Unlocking Adeline (Skeleton Key) (20 page)

Grabbing for my hand, Locke pulls me with him toward the stairway leading up to the sleeping rooms. Just as a maid is setting fresh towels on the bed, we enter, Locke requesting that she leave immediately. As she scurries off shutting the door behind her, Lock turns, giving me the look of a man pushed too far.

“Locke,” I begin, but he stalks toward me, while I walk back up toward the bed.

Just as the door slams shut, he is on me. Wrapping his arms around me, his mouth devours, taking from mine as if he is a starved man. But I am just as hungry. I meet him lash for lash. Our tongues dancing around one another as our lips collide in a powerful force. Our hands are everywhere. Mine are wrapped in his thick head of hair, pulling him closer, as his are groping every single inch of me. Pausing to cup my butt cheeks, he squeezes, pushing me into his hard groin. Little sounds of pleasure fall from my lips as the friction that I have been begging for since the moment we met are coming to par.

Locke abruptly stills, pulling away from me. We’re both breathing heavily, and I’m worried why he stopped.
God, I hope he isn’t changing his mind
. “Why—”

“I want ye to take yer dress off. Now,” he orders, his voice is strained. My nerves are at full blast, but I know I want this. I want him. I lift my hands behind my back to unhook the dress, when I remember.
Shit.
I don’t have Ellie to get me out of this. Luckily, Locke catches my struggle immediately and walks up to me.

“Turn around.”

I do as I’m told and feel his hands on my shoulders, caressing my neck. Moving down, he grabs for the latch and one by one unhooks each clasp. As I feel the cool air hit my lower back, Locke bends forward placing a kiss in between my shoulder blades. Instantly, goose bumps shoot up my arms and a soft moan erupts from my throat. His warm hands release my shoulders and I turn back around to face him. Then I allow my dress to fall graciously to the ground.

His eyes light with the fire I crave to see. His hands wrap into fists, his knuckles instantly white.

I stand before him in just my corset and stockings, waiting for my next order. Locke takes a moment to gather himself, until he steps forward, bending to his knees, and proceeds to unlatch my stockings. Snap, after snap, he breaks the material from their clasps and slowly rolls each stocking down my thigh, lifting my leg and pulling it off my shaky foot.

Once he’s finished with the second foot, he tosses the material; he stands, breaking the space between us. He’s almost a foot taller so I have to lift my head to keep eye contact. He bends forward; wrapping his arms around my back, and with one swift movement he unlatches my corset and drops it to the floor. This leaves me completely bare to him. Realizing, I try to cover myself, but he stops me. “Do not hide from me, Addie. Ever.” His rough voice just another torment for me.

“Alright,” I whisper, feeling nervous. Enthralled. Excited. Unsure.

Without warning, he picks me up, carrying me the close distance to the bed and lays me gently on the mattress. Climbing over me, his body slowly blankets mine as he brings his arms above my head, weaving fingers through my wild hair. He doesn’t speak at first, his heavy breathing basking my skin; the scent of him a drug in its own right.

He bends down, his lips just grazing mine, but he doesn’t apply pressure. Not right away. His eyes close, his lips sliding from my mouth down to my jawline. “Ye are simply breathtaking,” he hums, bringing his mouth down the crevice of my neck. His lips press down onto my collarbone, and I feel his warm mouth, then his tongue gliding over my heated skin. The sensations that he is conjuring up in me are foreign, and I feel restless under his touch. I don’t know what to do, but I want to do so many things all the same. Just as his teeth graze my skin, my body buckles under him.

“Yer skin is like a delicacy I will never get enough of,” he groans, lifting up his head, allowing our lust filled eyes to meet. “And yer lips, God, Addie, yer lips will bring a man to his knees.” With that, he offers me what I crave the most. His mouth. His lips fall onto mine and he kisses me. But it’s not his normal roughness. It’s more. There is meaning to it. To him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. My chest feels tight with emotion and I need him closer. I need to wrap all that I am around this man and allow him to take what I am giving.

And this exact moment in time is everything.

The pressure of my hold causes Locke to moan, pulling away from me. Unweaving his fingers from my hair, he lowers his hands, making their way down my ribcage. Inspecting every inch of me, he takes his open palm, wrapping his fingers around my thigh. “Ye are the most beautiful lass, I have ever seen,” he praises, dipping down, placing his mouth around my nipple. The feeling so unfamiliar, I gasp, causing him to pull away. “Have I hurt ye?”

“No. God, no. Keep going,” I push him to continue. His mouth goes back to where I need him, as I adjust to this new sensation. He sucks lightly, using his tongue to tease my hard tip. My thoughts are so jumbled.
How have I not done this before?
I want to push his mouth farther onto my boob, and beg for more pressure, but the pulling of his hair I didn’t realize I was doing, gives him the clue. He lifts his other hand, wrapping around my free breast, squeezing just as he bites the tip of my nipple.

“Oh God, Locke, yes,” I pant, my voice sounding strange. There is nothing like this. Nothing I know how to compare it to. The way my body is so out of control with sensations, I’m not sure I can handle anything more.

“Yer body is on fire for me. I can feel the way ye shake underneath me,” he grunts, sounding as turned on as I am.

“More, Locke I need more,” I beg. I need his mouth on mine. I need his hands all over my skin, I need him—

“Oh God!” I throw my eyes open when his hand releases my breast, instantly cupping my center. A place only I’ve ventured. I quickly reach for his hand to stop him. He is quicker though, taking my wrist and halting me. “I told ye never to hide from me.” His eyes are boring into mine. I stop fighting his grip and he slowly releases me, bringing his hand back between my thighs. “I’ve dreamt about this place. This part of ye. How soft ye will be. How warm. Wet and ready for me as I touch ye.”

How? How do words have such power? My nipples perk, and my thighs squeeze, needing something. But Locke knows. He reads my body. With his scorching lips, he begins trailing kisses up my chin, until his mouth is covering mine, and he takes what he wants. And just when I think he’s done, he takes some more.

It’s not until we’re both out of breath that he finally releases me. “I bet ye taste just as sweet everywhere, and I plan on finding out,” His eyes wicked; he begins to slide down my body.
Oh God, where is he going?
To my shock, he doesn’t stop until his mouth is just over my core. He brings his head down, smelling me.

“Oh God, what are you doing?” I panic. I try and push him away from me, but his hands that are now wrapped around my hips, only tighten. “Just like I told ye. I need to taste ye. Don’t worry, ye will find pleasure, Princess. I promise.”

Oh God.
I am so embarrassed. I have never thought I would be in this position. I know about sex, but the ala carte parts of it? I am clueless. I’m worried I won’t like it. What if I’m— “Ohhh God,” I moan as his strong tongue strikes me. Again he licks, and I buck under his hold.

Heaven. This feels like heaven with a little bit of hell. The feeling is amazing, but the wait between each assault is torture. It’s when he places a finger just inside my folds and enters me that I break.

“Jesus Almighty, ye are perfect,” Locke groans as he works his finger in and out of me, while using his tongue. All these new sensations running through my veins are building something powerful inside me. My hands have again latched themselves back in Locke’s hair, and I can’t help but pull it while pushing his head closer to mine. As he mauls me, his fingers working faster, it’s the moment he inserts another one that something extraordinary happens. A shooting force, starting from my legs all the way up my spine, my back arches and a soundless scream leaves my lips. Stars form behind my eyelids as my vision blurs, and my first orgasm of all eternity explodes through me.

I have never felt something so wonderful.

In time, I slowly release my hold on Locke’s head, allowing him to crawl up my still quivering body, as he spreads gentle kisses over my navel, in between my breasts, and thankfully on my lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, giving me small pecks to my mouth. I’m unable to talk, so I close my eyes and nod. It’s when I feel the sudden loss of his heat that my eyes open. Locke is off the bed undoing his shirt. Bringing the white cloth off his shoulders, he exposes his bare chest. And
oh dear Lord,
he is magnificent. Pure solid muscle, which is what I imagined anytime our bodies were pressed together. He discards his shirt, not missing the hungry way I’m staring at him. “See something ye like, Princess?” his voice dark and taunting.

“I’m not sure. I think you need to keep going.” I shock myself with my bold statement. I end up wanting to kick myself when his expression turns feral, and he begins to work off his pants. It’s then I realize I have gotten myself in way over my head. I don’t know if and when is a good time to bring up the fact that I have never done anything like this before. The second he pulls his pants off completely, I know I’m in big, no
huge,
trouble.

“Jesus. What are you planning to do with that?” I accidently let my thoughts slip. I’m not sure this is going to work out. I am petite for my age, but him, and
that
. No way. He’s going to split me in two. I open my mouth to argue, but he’s already on the prowl, his weight over me, and his heat turning me into a pile of mush. “Locke,” I whisper, trying to tell him. But his mouth on my breast causes my brain to malfunction.

“Shhh. Don’t worry lass, I promise to be gentle with ye,” he coos, working his way to my other breast and taking a mouthful.
God, he is so good at that.
He uses his knee to push apart my legs, his strong hands gripping at my waist.

“Locke,” I say again with a little bit more force, unable to fully separate my sternness from my plea.

“Relax, Princess, ye will feel me soon enough. So needy ye are,” he breathes into my chest, lifting his head, ready to take my mouth.

Just as he adjusts himself where he wants to be I yell, “Locke!”

Halting him in his pursuit, “Jesus, what’s wrong?” He looks at me, waiting for my response. Now that I’m in the spotlight, I don’t know how to confess something that he may not be happy about. The longer he stares at me, and the longer I stare back, the realization begins to set in.

“Adeline?”

“Yes?” My voice sounds weak.

“Are… Are ye a virgin?” God that sounds so pathetic when he says it. Like I’m a child or inexperienced. I feel embarrassed. I try and turn my head, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. He catches me by the chin, bringing my head back into focus. “Look at me, Addie.” I want to refuse, but I can feel his eyes boring into me, and I open my lids to his fiery orbs. “Jesus Christ, tell me now, are ye?”

“Yes… Yes, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, I—” His mouth comes crashing down onto mine. His hands come up, holding my head in place while he kisses me. His roughness is back as his tongue delves into my mouth, hitting every single part of my mouth. He begins to slow, then releases me. Lifting up, I’m nervous he is going to tell me this was a bad idea.

“Ye are mine. Do ye hear me? Only mine.” His words are strained.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” I ask, needing to know before we go any further.

“My God, Addie, mad? No, I’m not mad. I’m… I’m fucking honored to think I will be the only one who gets to take something so precious from ye. Ye are perfect. Pure. And I am going to ravish every part of ye, until I feel ye in my blood. God, Addie, thank ye.”

His words hit me hard. I wasn’t expecting him to be so happy, or thankful. I never really thought that saving myself was important. When I was young, I wanted to save myself for my prince. When I grew up, I couldn’t get rid of it to save my life. And now, funny how life works, I’m about to give it to the one person I spent half my life wishing
would
take it from me.

“Please, Locke.” I don’t know what else to say. My body is humming for something. I need him inside me. I need his closeness. He presses another kiss to my lips and again guides himself where he needs to be.

“It’s going to hurt a bit, okay? But it will pass.”

I nod, quickly wrapping my arms around his neck. “I trust you.”

Those three words do something to him in that moment. His eyes grow black, his beautiful crescent mark still shining through the darkness. It’s then I realize my own mark is on fire. Waiting no longer, he pushes inside. The burst of pain shoots through me and Locke covers my screams with his mouth, kissing away the pain. Once he is deep inside, Locke stills, allowing me to get used to him. He pulls out just a tad, and slowly glides back in.

“God, ye are so tight,” he moans, his teeth grinding. He begins to move again, the pain slowly subsiding, and something else moving into its place. Pleasure. I know he is trying to take it slow for me, but as the pleasure overrides the pain, there is nothing I want slow.

“Locke, move, please,” I beg, my fingers scraping down his back.

“I don’t want to hurt ye.”

“I’m going to hurt
you
if you don’t start moving,” I threaten, needing friction. With my kitten of a threat, he begins to move. Him filling me is a feeling like no other. Each thrust. Each rhythmic movement that brings our bodies together and closer, so exactly, is something I want never to end.

Locke continues at a pace almost tormenting, until I bring my nails to his back, scraping down. This sets him off, groaning into my mouth, and slamming into me. “Ye feel incredible. I don’t ever want to this end.” I want to feel like this for eternity, but I’m too close. I try and fight it, because I don’t want to stop, but the pressure builds again and as it hits the highest peak, another orgasm crashes through me. I brace myself, throwing my head back, while Locke picks up his pace, thrusting deeper and harder. Once, twice, three more times until I feel him grow even bigger inside me, throwing his own head back, moaning through his own release.