She pulled away from him, rubbing her eyes and the wetness from her cheeks. “Don't be. I'm over it. I was over it a long time ago. It was just some stupid high school prank. I don't even know why I cried about it. It must be that time of the month."
He regarded her a long moment while she composed herself. “You're not.” He stroked a forefinger down the hollow of one cheek. “It's not always like that. Some men can be trusted."
"I haven't found one yet,” she said, looking away. She got up and moved to the fire, stoking it with the poker.
He stood and came up behind her as she straightened, hugging her from behind. She shivered in his embrace, rubbing her hands on her arms for warmth.
Slowly, he brushed her gilded locks away from her neck, pressing his lips there in a tender kiss. She stiffened, her breathing quickening.
"Don't pull away from me,” he breathed into her ear, smoothing her chill bumps away from her arms to close his hands around her wrists.
"No one wants me. You don't. It's all a mistake,” she said, her voice breaking.
"I want you, Maggie. More than I should ever want a woman. I don't deserve you. I never did."
She turned slightly in his arms, craning her head, looking up at him with doubt, with hope. He held her gaze one heart stopping moment, letting her see the truth in his eyes, then he brought his lips down on hers.
How could he say something like that? He was so beautiful, he made her hurt just to look at him. But something in his eyes spoke to her, more than his words did.
Maggie gasped as his warm lips closed over hers in a kiss as hungry as his eyes. His tongue pushed past her lips, sweeping into her mouth voraciously, igniting instant, painful need deep in her womb. He freed one wrist, cupping the corner of her jaw as if afraid she would escape him.
She could no more leave him now, deny herself this kiss, than she could cease breathing.
She turned, pressing her chest against his, molding herself to him to soak in his heat. Warmth radiated from the flames at her back, but the man holding her heated her more, deep inside.
He was ravenous, holding the back of her neck, forcing her to bend her head to accept his kiss deeper, more intimately than she'd ever thought possible.
His tongue surged inside her mouth, carrying with it the taste of him, hot and sweet and unbelievably enticing. His hunger threatened to consume her. She groaned against his lips as his tongue tangled erotically with hers.
Her heart quickened its pace. She couldn't drag enough air inside her lungs, had to fight to keep the oxygen flowing inside her. She felt faint, wanted to run from her reaction to him. But she couldn't break their desperate connection, and his gentle touch masked a strength that wouldn't allow it regardless.
A rush of excitement surged through her, hot, filled with anticipation that made her sex ache with it. She moaned as his wandering hands found her ass and cupped her cheeks to crush her against him. Her pussy clenched on a hard spasm of desire. Her breasts throbbed at the pressure of his chest, making her nipples harden to painfully swollen peaks. The line of her stomach, molded to his, jerked with each ragged breath, forcing her breasts to rub against his chest and increase the sensuous ache there.
He massaged her ass cheeks, bringing her hard against his groin until the thick erection trapped inside his pants rubbed against her mound with a sensual promise that turned her knees to water.
She locked her hands around him, clutching his silk clad back as if she would fall without support. The corded strength of his muscles made her feel weak, needy in some incomprehensible way.
His lips caressed hers, tasting, savoring, like he couldn't taste her enough. His excitement drove her own to new heights, and she plunged her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked it like a succulent treat.
She whimpered in the back of her throat, dragging her nails up and down his back, rubbing her mound against the ridge of his cock to ease the ache there. It hurt, like an itch needing to be scratched.
He tore his mouth away, trailing brokenly along her jaw. “You taste so good, Maggie,” he said roughly against her neck, sucking and leaving cooling wet aches in his wake. “I can't taste enough of you to appease my hunger."
He worked a wet, burning swath up to her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.
Chills slipped down her spine, making her skin tingle with awareness. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands into her panties to stroke the bare skin of her ass as his tongue danced in her ear.
"Oh,” she gasped on a faint moan. She'd thought she burned before, but the feel of those hard, callused palms caressing skin that had never so much as seen daylight sent her senses reeling.
Her cunt sizzled with hungry need, demanding his touch, his hands all over her, inside her. He burned away her shyness, leaving her wanting, needy for more.
Maggie dipped her head back, biting her bottom lip as he kissed the front of her neck, working a knee between her thighs until it rubbed intimately against her cleft.
The movement spread her, leaving her labia sensitively vulnerable to the hard ridge of his thigh.
She moaned as he sucked a spot at the cords of her neck, cupping her bottom possessively to bring her up hard on his leg. It rasped painfully good against her swollen clit, notching up the need for relief. Her cunt clenched on her desire, wetting her lips in preparation for their joining.
She wanted him so badly. The desperate compulsion to feel him inside her burned her, turned her feverishly hot.
Recklessly, she pulled at his shirt, anxious to feel his skin against hers so that she could burn the fever out of her system.
Sensing her urgency, he stepped back, releasing her bottom only to rip her shirt up over her head. The loss of connection lasted only a second, and then she was working his buttons, her fingers clumsy in the dimness and with her own desperation.
He chuckled and pushed her hands away, peeling off his shirt as she opened his fly and let his pants fall down his legs. His erection fell into her hands, hot, the thick veins almost seeming to throb to the frantic beat of her heart. It was huge, weighty, and seeing it, feeling it in her hand made her pussy weep anew with a plea to have him inside her.
A sense of ultimate femininity assailed her, leaving her weak in its aftermath. She wanted him stretching her sensitive muscles, deep inside. She wanted him to pound into her, hurt her, anything to take the emptiness away.
"I need your cock inside me,” she whispered, cupping his cock in a taut, torturous grip. He closed his eyes a moment, throwing his head back as she boldly pulled him and rubbed her thumb over the head and collected the bead of pre-cum moisture nestled there.
He groaned, a deep, masculine sound that reverberated in his chest with dark passion. Maggie gave his shaft a pull, enjoying her power over him and the barely restrained strength of his passion. She sensed a wildness hovering beneath the surface, a wildness she'd called.
It thrilled her to have him so on edge. The danger excited her implicitly. She didn't feel like herself. This woman was alien, too bold and hungry. But she liked it. “Could you give me everything I need,” she said, pumping his dick, moving until the head rasped against her mound.
He opened his eyes, dark, blazing with passion. “I will take you in ways you never dreamed possible."
He didn't give her a chance to escape, not that she would run, but his sensually dark smile made a thrill of warning rush down her spine. Without a word, he pushed her hand away and trapped her in his arms, scooping her off the floor. He carried her to the bed, settling her down before covering her with his body.
His arms locked as he hovered above her, his hair falling around his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with carnal light. “I thirst for you as I've never thirsted for anyone.” He lowered himself until his lips were inches from hers. “Your kiss cannot slake it,” he growled with carnal threat.