She gripped his hair and tugged, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Your call. Three, two-”
“No, no. I’ll obey.” She wanted him to ravage her, to take her hard until she screamed in release over and over. But she would take it anyway he chose.
He laughed low in her ear, “Good. Now, relax and enjoy.”
“You are bad,” she said as she bit his shoulder, “I’ll get you for this.”
He gritted his teeth as her soft bite sent a surge of lust straight to his arousal. “Slow or fast?”
“Fast and rough. I’m almost there,” she panted and sunk her nails in his buttocks.
“So eager, Sophia.” His soft laughter filled the room and his head swooped down, his tongue invading her mouth as he pumped into her, taking her to heaven until Sophia shuddered, gasped and bit his shoulder to avoid crying out as she came.
But he wasn’t done. As Sophia’s body still trembled, he ground into her, again and again, chasing his own climax, “I’m-” He clenched his jaw to stop his shout.
Sophia’s eyes flew open as he shoved harder inside her, astonished as another orgasm built inside her.
Alistair threw his head back as he came, the muscles of his neck straining as his hips jerked against her, his long black hair flying around his shoulders. “Mine, Sophia. You’re. Mine,” he hissed between clenched teeth as a powerful orgasm shook his big body. “My love.”
“Yours,” she whispered. The feel of Alistair coming inside of her for the first time and the image of his rugged face in release were the sexiest things Sophia had ever experienced.
“Alistair.” As a broken gasp escaped her lips, her arms dragged him back to her, as her lips on his neck kissed him and her fingers caressed his nape, just the way he liked when he was younger.
The way he liked things before Heather.
Alistair watched her hungrily as he plunged his semi-hard arousal a little further inside her.
He muttered after a few minutes, “I want more.”
She smiled at him, lazily and sated. “Upstairs.”
He pulled out and got dressed in his briefs and jeans, flinging his shirt to her and collecting the rest of her clothes that were scattered in the pantry.
He helped her put on his shirt and picked her up in his arms. He squeezed her, apologizing softly, “I was a jerk earlier today at John’s.”
“Yeah, you were,” she murmured.
“Can you forgive me?”
“You are already forgiven, oh, Marquis of Distrustful-land,” she said lethargically, running her fingers through his long hair.
“Hmm,” Alistair murmured. “Aye, I behaved like a distrustful caveman. I’m sorry, I’ll try to work on it.” He sighed and buried his head in the hollow of her neck for a second, inhaling her smell deep.
“Sleep with me tonight,” she asked.
He studied her face, as he climbed the stairs, marveling at how the feeling of having her sated in his arms made his heart beat joyfully, “Do you know what you’re doing to me, Sophia?”
She smiled at him, lazily, as he strolled to her bedroom, “Mmm, no. What?”
“You are turning me inside out.”
“No,” she breathed on his neck, causing goosebumps to rise, “you are. Turning me inside out. You.”
Tuesday, March 16
th
, 2010.
6.15 a.m.
Alistair braced himself on one elbow and leaned to kiss awake the woman beside him, her creamy velvet skin warm against his lips, her ink-black hair, silk on his fingers.
Her golden eyes were yet hazy with sleep when they fluttered open. She stretched in his arms, “Is it time to wake up already?”
“Aye, slugabed.”
“Slugabed? How dare you.” Fingers threading through his hair, she claimed a deeper kiss that reminded him he was wrapped around her finger. “Good morning, Handsome.”
“Morning, Beauty.” He could never tire of looking at her. “Do you have any idea of the erotic dreams I had just because I slept with you?” He pressed his hard length on her buttocks, “Do you know what inhaling your scent does to me?”
She was suddenly too hot, her skin on fire. “Mmm...”
His thumb traced her lower lip and he pressed at the center of her mouth, his emerald eyes glowing. “I want you, Sophia. I want to bury myself inside you until we’re both too exhausted to move, think or feel.”
He’d already tugged down the sheet to reveal her breasts, and was caressing her with teasing strokes.
Sophia’s response was a husky laugh that filled his heart. She turned in his arms. “What are you waiting for? Do wicked things to me.”
Alistair was enthralled by the stunning and happy woman under him. She threatened his control like no other woman ever had. He wanted to take her, hard; he wanted to slowly savor every inch of her. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He only knew that he felt like the luckiest man on earth.
“You’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered in her ear as he flung the sheets far, adoring her with his eyes and the tips of his fingers. “You’re...” He shook his head. “I have no words, Sophia. You’re unique.”
She smiled at him, “You know, you can do more than these teasing touches.”
He moved in to kneel between her legs and he caressed her softly with his fingers as he kissed his way down from her neck.
“What do you think you are doing?” Sophia arched under him with a soft gasp, her hands clenching his hair hard enough that it hurt, an exquisite pain that he wanted to grow addicted to.
“Teasing. To start with,” he answered with a devious smile, as he rubbed his unshaven jaw against the soft skin on the outside of her breast, loving the sound of the throaty moan that escaped her as he licked the underside of her breast. “Tell me what you like the most.”
“Everything. With you. Anything,” her hands roamed over his shoulder and she raked her nails down his back.
He groaned and paused above her, “Again.”
She did it and, incapable of holding back, he lowered himself over her and pushed in, biting out, “I love this.”
She smiled mischievously at him and clenched her inner muscles around his arousal.
“Ah-ah. Stop,” he warned as a painfully pleasurable shudder racked his body. “I want this to last.” I want this to last forever.
“I love that horny voice of yours.” Biting gently at his jaw, she interlocked her wrists above her head. “With what new torment do you plan to torture me?”
“Are you testing me, lass?” Another time, he might have played one of his erotic games with her, but having kept Sophia awake well past midnight, he was feeling as satisfied as a big cat who ate an entire bowl of cream. “Are you getting attached to scarfs and dishcloths?”
“I’m getting attached to you,” she retorted and purred. “Take me. Have me as you wish.”
“Mmm. A long and slow fuck this time.” He circled her nipple with a finger. “Very. Slow.”
“Yes, torture me,” she breathed, arching beneath him.
Kissing her lips and feeling desire burn through his veins, he moved his body in a steady, deep rhythm that drew a shuddering gasp of pleasure from Sophia. Even as she moaned and her legs locked possessively around him, he didn’t give in to his own need until he was sure she was as turned on as he was. Until she was as ready as him to fall into an endless abyss of delight.
“Ah, Alistair Connor.” Sophia’s low and sensual cry of pleasure sent them tumbling together into a lush and languid sensation, heart and soul united.
Rippling with aftershocks of ecstasy, Alistair silently promised her that he’d carve out his own heart before he hurt her as he had done the others. He mumbled her name and nestled against her breast, and Sophia felt a swell of tenderness for that big man, who could be so gentle one moment and so fierce another.