Her arms tightened around his neck as his hands roved expertly over her body. She wanted him to lose control, too. She wanted him to follow her over the brink. The defiant thought took form on a deep, hidden level of her mind, even as she ostensibly yielded to him. He would never willingly let her push him so far, but she would find a way inside his defenses.
Seth buried his face against her neck, biting her just hard enough to make her gasp, and parted the soft folds of her sex with exquisite care as he licked the tender place on her throat that he had just bitten. “I'm going to make you come while I'm inside you,” he told her, his voice rough with excitement “I can't wait to feel your orgasm when I'm shoved as deep inside you as I can go, and you're clenched around me.”
She moaned, her legs opening, seduced by his words and his tender, ravenous kisses. His teeth sank into her shoulder, tasting, licking her while he spread her own hot, silky juices tenderly over her labia. “That's right, baby, that's perfect,” he crooned. “You're already getting ready for me, soft and wet for me.”
He thrust a finger inside of her, a hiss of excitement rasping through his teeth. “Move against my hand,” he demanded. “Show me how you'll move when my cock is inside you. Move!”
His voice cracked like a whip across her naked nerve endings, making her jerk in his grasp. She clutched his neck for support and tentatively rose up on her knees, acutely conscious of the blunt presence of his long ringer invading her body. She sank down onto him with a shuddering moan, pushing him deep inside herself. She could barely hear his low, rough encouragement as her sheath tightened and clutched around him. She slowly found a rhythm, working herself against his clever, thrusting fingers with increasing urgency until her hips were moving sensually against his hand, craving more of the sweet, gliding friction, straining for release.
He grasped her hips with his other hand, forcing her to stop, and she struggled against him, shaking with confusion as his words penetrated her consciousness. “Not yet. Not yet, sweetheart,” he was repeating. “If you wait a little longer, I can take you higher.”
“I can't wait” she sobbed out, her thighs clenching desperately around his hand. “Please, Seth.”
“You can't wait, hmm? Do you want me to fuck you now?”
In another lifetime, his crude language would have chilled and offended her, but she was beyond pride, beyond all boundaries. “Yes. Please. I can't wait,” she pleaded, hiding her face against his shoulder.
He seized the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back until she was forced to stare directly into his eyes. The full power of his forceful personality blazed out at her, and he smiled, a cool, dangerous smile, and slid his tongue slowly across her trembling lower lip. He took it tenderly between his teeth, nipping her. “You can't, but you will” he murmured, as he withdrew his finger slowly from her clinging depths. “You will, because I'm not giving you a choice.”
The dark current in his voice was threatening to pull her under, into cold, unknown depths. She writhed in his tight grasp, and the fluttering surge of fear that she had felt before returned, sharper and colder. “Why are you doing this, Seth?” she asked in a shaky voice. “You can have anything you want from me. There's no need to play power games.”
Soft laughter rumbled in his chest, and she felt his mocking smile against her mouth. “Two reasons,” he said. “One, power games the way I play them are going to make you come ... screaming.”
“Seth—”
He silenced her with another long, savage kiss. “Two,” he went on, his voice deliberate. “Two is because it's all about power in the end, angel. And if you don't know that by now, it's time you learned.”
There it was, hard and cold, a gauntlet thrown down in front of her. It chilled her melting excitement as nothing else could have.
She went very still in his hard grasp, and stared into his eyes. “I think you're wrong,” she said quietly.
Tension was building inside him like a deadly wave gathering force. She could see it in his narrowed eyes, in the muscle that twitched in his jaw, but still, she somehow found the force of will to hold his gaze.
A low, bitter laugh rumbled in his throat. He pushed her down onto her back and shoved her thighs apart, so suddenly that she didn't have time to react. “We'll see how wrong I am,” he muttered, arching over her.
Something snapped inside her at the savage, predatory look on his face. Like a wild animal suddenly realizing the trap closing around it, she jerked out of his grasp, scrambling away in a spasm of panic.
Seth lunged for her, seizing her by the waist and tossing her down onto her back again. The bed bounced as he pinned her beneath him, and he trapped her flailing arms above her head, his eyes blazing. “Where the hell do you think you're going?”
She opened her mouth to scream, but he blocked it with his hand, his breathing ragged. His mouth clenched, as if in pain, and he closed his eyes and muttered something incoherent under his breath.
He took his hand away, but before she could speak, he was kissing her with totally unexpected tenderness. His lips moved across hers, gentle and soothing, as if he were sipping sweetness from her lips. Startled tears sprang into her eyes, and her body shook with confusion.
He lifted his head and stroked her cheek. “Shhh,” he murmured. “I'm sorry, baby. I pushed too hard.”
Raine tried to speak, but her lungs were heaving beneath his weight, and her lips were trembling. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, and he leaned over and kissed them away.
“It's OK,” he crooned, kissing her forehead, her cheeks. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.” He let go of her wrists, stroked her damp, tangled hair off her forehead and eased off his weight.
She closed her eyes. “Seth, I think that maybe we should stop—”
“Shhh. Don't think.” He kissed her throat with seductive tenderness, nibbling her ear. “Just relax and let me do my thing.”
“But I—but you—”
“No power games,” he said soothingly. “Just pleasure. Just me driving you crazy, making you melt, making you come. Nothing scary, sweetheart, I promise.”
Her shuddering tension was subsiding under the influence of his unexpected gentleness, his soft, pleading kisses. She could sense his sincerity; it blazed out at her like the heat of a roaring fire. But she also sensed a hidden trap behind his sensual promises.
She didn't know what it was. She didn't want to know. She let her doubts sink into the depths of her unconscious mind, spiraling down until they were lost to sight and forgotten. He was dangerous and unpredictable, but his lips were so tender and sweet against her face. Her body ached for his touch. He swamped her mind with need, blotting out reason. She had been starving for years, and he was a glutton's banquet. She couldn't resist. She had to risk it
She turned her tear-streaked face to his and dropped a tiny kiss on his jaw, accepting his wordless apology. He said nothing, but his arms tightened reflexively around her, and she could feel the relief that flooded him, the way his breathing relaxed and slowed.
Her legs were still clamped together, and he caressed her, coaxing them apart. “Let me in, sweetheart,” he urged. “I can give you so much more pleasure if you'll just relax and let me in.”
He caressed the swell of her backside, pushing his knee between hers, and let out a soft growl of satisfaction as she yielded and opened to him. He slid down her body and cupped her breasts, pressing them together and rubbing his face against them with hungry appreciation. “God, these are so sexy,” he said, his voice a rasp of pleasure. “I've wanted to nuzzle you and kiss you and suck your breasts since the first moment I saw you.”
The shaky giggle that shook her felt alarmingly similar to a sob. “Um, thanks “ she murmured.