Текст книги "Nauti Seductress"

Автор книги: Lora Leigh

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FIVE

What was he doing to her, to himself?

He’d asked himself that question when he’d taken her mouth. He’d known what he was doing to her when he’d taught her how to pleasure him in such a way. He was marking her, marking her innocence, marking each pleasure she experienced, each touch she learned, as his.

He was branding her sexuality.

Just as he knew what he was doing to both of them as he did so.

He was marking them both. Marking her with his hunger, with a soul-deep ecstasy he knew he’d never found with another woman. Knew he’d never find again. And he was marking himself with her innocence, with watching the glazed pleasure building in her eyes.

Instead of obliterating the sensual innocence, though, each touch, each pleasure seemed to heighten it.

Staring at her now, spread-eagle before him, her wrists and ankles secured loosely to the bedposts, he wasn’t surprised in the least to find his cock rock hard again. As though he hadn’t cum with a violence that shattered him as he shot his seed down her throat. He was just as hard, just as desperate to spill into her again.

As he knelt between her thighs, his hands stroked over her, priming her, sensitizing every inch of flesh further before he began building the storm he could glimpse in her eyes. Regret nearly tore a groan from his chest, though.

God, walking away from her wouldn’t be easy and he knew it. Having her learn the truth would be even worse.

“Why are you teasing me like this, Doogan?” she whispered desperately, tugging at the bonds now, trying to increase the sensation of each light stroke against her body. “I’m dying.”

She was so sensitive that even the lightest caress against her perspiration-damp skin drew a moan from her lips. The emerald ring around her iris was brighter, darker, mesmerizing if he wasn’t careful.

“Doogan, please . . .” she demanded.

“Not yet. Soon,” he promised, bending to brush his lips against hers as she panted for breath. “Trust me, Zoey. Let me give you this. You trusted me enough to tie you to your bed; trust me to know how to touch you, to give you the ultimate sensations and pleasure.”

She moaned, her eyes still dazed, the arousal riding so high inside her that even her smooth, silken belly was flushed with it.

“Will I have a mind left when you’re finished?” She stretched beneath him again, trying to arch against his touch as it trailed down her side.

“You will, but I doubt I will,” he admitted, loving the feel of her sleek, lightly tanned flesh.

Trailing his fingers to her breasts once more, he leaned closer, caught his weight on one elbow, and cupped a swollen breast, his thumb brushing over the violently sensitive peak of her nipple.

“A woman can orgasm from only having her nipples stimulated,” he told her, blowing a breath over the tight peak and watching the reddened color deepen at the brush of air. “Your nipples are so sensitive, so eager for pleasure. I bet I can give you another of those hot little orgasms by doing nothing more than sucking these hard little nipples.”

Her pupils dilated, her body jerking with a rush of sensation that he knew would be peaking in her womb.

“Shall we find out?” Lowering his head the last inch needed, he lashed his tongue against the pebble-hard tip, her low, strangled moan his reward.

She was so sweetly responsive. The arch of her body, her broken moans, the way she loved every touch he gave her. It made him want to push her higher, give her more.

“It’s good, isn’t it, baby?” he whispered before letting his teeth rake over her hard nipple.

A cry tore from her, her body shuddering against him.

“It won’t take you long, Zoey,” he promised. “Once that little, lightning-quick pulse of release hits you, then I’m going to take my kisses to your pussy. It’s going to be so wet, so wild by the time I get down there that you’ll think you could cum so easy.” The thought of it was killing him, making him ache for the taste of her wet flesh. “It won’t be so easy, though. It’s going to take so much more than you can imagine. That’s when your body is so ready, so primed for that explosive edge of pleasure and pain that when I spank that pretty flesh you’re going to beg me for more.”

Her eyes widened. Before she could process the sensual threat, his lips surrounded her nipple, his teeth raked against it, and his entire body flinched at the sound of the little wail of deepening need that escaped her lips.

He’d end up killing them both with pleasure.

For damned sure, he was going to destroy them with the loss of it once it was over.

–

“Doogan, please . . .” Zoey panted, trying to arch beneath him, the feel of moist heat surrounding her nipple, drawing on the tender tip, heightening the brilliant arcs of sensation torturing her, nearly more than she could bear.

“It’s so good,” she sobbed, arching, writhing beneath the pressure. “More. Harder.” She cried out her demand as his teeth nipped gently, and then his mouth drew on her more firmly.

He was killing her.

His lips moved from one nipple to the other, his mouth torturing one as his fingers applied a destructive pressure to the other. And it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

More of the pleasure, more of those fiery lashes of intense sensation that made her clit more sensitive, made the moisture weep from her vagina.

“What do you need, baby?” he whispered against the throbbing peak, licking over it. “Tell me what you want, Zoey. What do your hard little nipples need?”

What did she need? Everything. So much more.

“More,” she cried out desperately, shuddering, burning beneath him. “Please, Doogan. I need more.”

His lips surrounded the peak again, drawing on it deep, his cheeks hollowing before the pressure released, his lips pulled back, and she watched his teeth catch the too-sensitive tip and worry it with nibbling bites that had fiery pleasure streaking through her entire body.

Why had she let him restrain her like this?

She needed to get closer to him. To touch him. To find a way to make him release the agonizing pressure building between her thighs. Her clit was so swollen, so sensitive she couldn’t bear it. Moisture lay in a heavy, slick layer on the bare folds of her sex, sensitizing her further.

Racking shudders of sensations kept racing over her, clenching in her womb, driving her mad.

And he wasn’t sucking her nipple hard enough.

The pressure was teasing, tormenting.

“Damn you, harder,” she cried out, panting, barely able to breathe. “I need harder. You’re killing me.”

She was fracturing from the inside out with the desperate need for him, for more sensation, a higher level of pleasure. She could feel it, just out of reach, waiting for her, teasing her.

Until his teeth clenched around her nipple.

An involuntary wail tore from her lips, the fiery pleasure tearing through her and almost, just almost peaking.

“Doogan, yes,” she cried out, trying to lift to him, to urge him to bear down harder. “More. Please, Doogan. Please.”

She’d never known pleasure like this. Never experienced such deep, overwhelming waves of electric sensation that raced over her flesh like sizzling static. She twisted into each flash of it, writhing beneath the hungry draws of his lips, the feel of his teeth rasping, nibbling a sensitive tip as his fingers played with the other.

And no matter how much she begged, she couldn’t find that sensation, that lash of deep, fiery pleasure-pain she knew would push her over the edge. Her fingers clenched, fisting, the shudders building through her as Doogan gave a heavy, hungry groan against her breast.

His teeth clenched on one tip; his fingers tightened on the other. Sensations lashed through the peaks like lightning tearing through her body and exploding with pleasure.

Another wail escaped her throat, racking pulses of ecstasy shuddering through her as that peak suddenly flamed around her, through her. Trembling, shaking beneath the racking tremors, she thought surely it would be enough.

But it wasn’t enough. As the waves of searing pleasure eased, the growing pressure, the need built again. It tightened through her body, throbbed inside her vagina, and pulsed in a desperate ache at her clit. Shaking, trembling in such overwhelming need she thought it would surely destroy her, she sobbed in furious need.

Then he began licking, nipping his way down her body, burning a trail of sensual hunger to her thighs. She realized that despite the explosion of pleasure, the pressure building in her sex had only tightened. It throbbed in her clit, her vagina, to a tormenting level now, a fiery ache, such extreme pleasure, a roller coaster of sensations. She loved every one even as she fought to release the clawing desperation they built inside her.

Doogan gave a rough, pleased little chuckle as he nipped at her hip, his hands stroking her thighs, his body easing between them.

“I hate you,” she cried out, staring down at him, trembling at the sight of the hunger in his eyes. “Untie me.”

“Not on your sweet life, baby.” His eyes were nearly black, his expression fierce with the sexual need raging inside him.

And dominant. There was a deepening, dark dominance tightening his features, turning them savage in their intensity.

Before she could make the demand to release her again, his hand landed on the swollen folds of her sex, a quick little pat, amplified by the moisture lying thick and slick on her inner lips.

Zoey froze, the sensations that ripped through her body holding her mesmerized, eyes wide, her gaze locked with his.

“I’ll untie you,” he growled, his hand cupping her, his palm applying pressure to the swollen bud of her clit. “But if I do, I won’t do this anymore.”

His hand lifted, then landed again, the sharp, fiery pleasure surged through her, stealing her breath.

A hoarse, broken cry spilled from her, her hips arching, savage desperation rolling through her.

“Just a little more pleasure, baby,” he promised. “Just a little higher. And then, when I push inside that tight little pussy you’re going to cum for me at the first thrust. You’ll tighten and ripple around my cock. You’ll scream for me, and you won’t stop coming until I’ve finished. Over and over, Zoey. So much pleasure we’ll both die a little from it.”

His hand landed again.

Her hips jerked upward as she sobbed, the sound strangled and harsh. Furious need burned through her. Sensation seared her. It traveled through her body, sending a rush of hungry demands zipping through her.

She would kill him if he pushed her so high she was unable to orgasm. If he did her as she had often found her own desires would do. Become so desperate, so aching that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t satisfy the hunger.

“Your clit’s so swollen and tight.” A waft of heated air blew over the painfully swollen bud, causing her to shudder at the caress. “And your pussy’s so wet. So sweet and wet and so ready for me.”

His tongue licked through the narrow slit. The slow, heated lick was a lash of pure ecstatic pleasure. Better than anything, the hunger for more clawing through her senses now. Her hips writhed. Bucking against the licking strokes that drove her into a storm so chaotic she wondered if she’d survive it.

“Damn, Zoey, your pussy’s so sweet and hot,” he groaned, the vibration of sound pulsing into her clit, making her crazy for more.

Doogan’s forehead pressed against her thigh then, his breath harsh, his tortured moan filling the air around her.

“Just a little more,” he snarled.

A second later his head lifted, his hand landing against the vulnerable folds again, then again, again.

“Doogan . . .” She screamed his name, each heavy caress sending such furious shudders of sensation racing through her that she wondered if she was losing her mind.

Fiery pleasure almost, oh God, just almost detonated inside her.

She was dying. Crying. Begging him . . .

“Doogan, please.” Her gaze locked with his, her breathing so hard, so harsh she could barely speak. “Please. Please fuck me now.”

His expression was hard, his dark gaze filled with carnal hunger and desperate pleasure as he rose between her thighs. One hand wrapped around the heavy width of his cock, his fingers stroking the shaft once, twice, before he released the ties at her ankles with one tug of the cord restraining them.

“Bend your knees,” he snapped, dragging a pillow from beside her head. “Lift for me.”

Her hips lifted, anticipation shredding her senses as he pushed it beneath her, angling her hips upward, displaying her sex to his avid gaze and her shocked one.

“Watch,” he snapped, coming to her and dragging her thighs over his, his cock pressing against the clenched entrance he sought. “Watch, Zoey. Don’t you close your eyes. Watch me take you.”

Holding on to her thigh with one hand, he eased closer, the wide head parting her, pressing into her, stretching her with such flaming pleasure that Zoey felt the pressure expanding in her clit.

“First thrust,” he snarled. “You’re going to start coming, baby. You’re going to die for a minute right here, my cock filling you, working deeper and deeper inside you. Let it have you, witch. No worries.” His thighs bunched beneath hers. “No worries, give it to me . . .”

She watched.

He pulled back, the thick width of the crown gleaming with her juices, the heavy veins pulsing in the shaft. Pushing back, he hesitated at the entrance, a hard groan leaving his chest, and a second later, Zoey screamed.

He surged inside her. One hard, fast thrust and half the fierce, heavy width of his shaft was inside her and she was exploding. Her hips arched, dragging a snarl from him, another cry from her as she took the throbbing length deeper and the detonations exploded inside her with a violence that stole her breath.

She was coming for him, orgasming with such brutal pleasure that one explosion gave birth to another and released Doogan from whatever restraints held him back.

God, she was killing him.

Blinking the sweat from his eyes, Doogan stared at the point where his cock penetrated Zoey’s once-virgin body. Fuck, she was so delicate, so fragile, and each jerk of her hips against his thick erection took him deeper, clenching her tighter around his cock and making her pussy slicker, hotter.

The fist-tight grip around his sensitive flesh milked him, each pulsing shudder of the pleasure detonating inside her pulling him deeper.

Dragging the agonized flesh back until only the crown parted the spasming flesh, he thrust inside her again, her scream of pleasure causing his teeth to clench, sending warning chills of release to race up his spine as her pussy locked on his cock with a tight, rippling grip that had his balls flexing in warning.

He wasn’t going to last.

God, he didn’t know if he’d last long enough to bury full length inside her before he began coming.

Pulling back again, he thrust harder, deeper inside her.

“Ah fuck. Zoey . . .” His hands clenched on her thighs as she jerked again, surging into the thrust, his shaft penetrating deeper inside the hot, fisted grip of her pussy.

Timing.

Fuck, he had to watch his timing. Had to keep the sensations that rocked her into each orgasm at their peak. It was timing.

Sweet Zoey. Ah hell, it was so good. So good he didn’t know if he could hold on.

He pulled back, thrust deeper, harder.

“Ah hell, yes, baby. Cum again,” he snarled.

He was almost there. Almost there. His hips jerked, slamming against her as she lifted to him.

A strangled scream of agonized pleasure came as her body tightened again, her hips lifting further, taking him, ah God, taking him to the hilt as he shafted her hard and deep. She tightened around him until moving was agony, such deep, furious pleasure it was killing him.

They were both at their limit. He could feel her peaking, feel that final, destructive release building inside her, waiting. Just waiting for him to move.

He came over her, one hand holding her hip, restraining her movements, holding her in place, and then he began moving. Hard, jackhammer strokes and such blinding rapture he thought he might have bitten her, but hell if he could be sure.

He was fucking her with a fury he’d never displayed before, rapture shattering his senses, drawing an agonized groan from his chest as he felt her lift, tighten, her breath still for precious seconds before she exploded with a sudden, all-consuming violence that jerked him into the storm with her.

Her pussy flexed, sucked at his dick, heated and spasmed around it until control wasn’t even a thought. It was just gone. His semen shot from his cock, spilling inside her, jetting inside her pussy and destroying him with the sudden, agonized knowledge that nothing had ever been so good in his life.

He’d never cum so hard, so fucking deep. Never felt his lover’s flesh milking him with such deep, internal shudders that she marked him as he knew he was marking Zoey.

And through each blinding pulse of release he was pumping his cock inside her, small, slamming thrusts that amplified each agonized pulse of his release, each gripping, milking flex of her pussy.

When the final, bone-jarring shudder shot through him, stole the last of his energy and whatever ability he had to function, he simply stilled. It was all he could do to breathe. Beneath him, Zoey had become boneless, pliant, long seconds before him, though he could still feel the little tremors that occasionally rippled through her pussy and drew a groan from his lips as her still too-snug flesh fluttered around his cock.

He didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to ease from her. He wanted to stay right there, right where he was, just another heartbeat longer. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him for as long as possible. His cock buried inside her to the hilt, possessing her, feeling her like liquid silk wrapped so tight around his shaft like he’d never felt . . .

No condom.

He was bare inside her, he realized, his seed filling her, and he knew he’d shot inside her with such violent pulses there wasn’t a chance his seed hadn’t made its mark if by chance there was a flirty little egg waiting around.

Fuck.

How the hell had that happened?

He’d never fucked without a condom before. Never. It was a rule. Instinct. He’d had one tear once, the result was the marriage to a viper and the birth of the daughter that stole his heart. The child whose death had all but destroyed him. So what the hell had happened to instinct, to his determination to never chance another such loss, where this woman was concerned?

Dragging himself from her, his hoarse groan joining her weaker one as he pulled his cock from her tight grip, Doogan rolled to her side. What had him hooking his arm around her and dragging her against his chest, he’d be damned if he knew.

“I think I might have bitten you,” she mumbled, exhausted, now lying bonelessly against his side. “But I think you bit me too.”

He grunted at the information.

He knew he’d bitten her, and he’d glimpsed the mark he’d left at the base of her neck as he rolled from her. Unmistakable, livid, a love bite guaranteed to get him killed if anyone saw it and reported it to her brother.

Hell, it was worth it. He decided. The brutal explosion of pleasure he’d experienced was like nothing he’d known before. Let Dawg kill him. He’d regret never having her again, but he wouldn’t have wanted to die without knowing that pleasure either.

“Think I bit you hard.” She sounded sleepy, exhausted. “It’s gonna show.”

“Yours too.” He tucked her closer against him. “Give me just a minute, baby; I’ll get up and find something to dry you off.”

“It’s okay.” She was slipping slowly into sleep. “I want to wear you for just a little longer.”

Wear him.

Something tightened in his chest at her words. She wanted to wear him for a little while longer. She had no desire to wash the scent of him from her as other lovers rushed to do after sex. Instead of hurrying to the shower she was curled against him, her breathing easing, slipping into sleep.

He felt the moment she gave in to sleep, curled against him, the fragile delicacy of her body warm and far too comfortable to him. With any other woman he’d have already pushed himself from the bed and washed as well before dressing and finding another bed to sleep in. He hadn’t slept with a woman in his entire life. Even the wife he’d once claimed.

This one, hell, he didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay right here; he intended to stay right there.

Dragging the comforter from the other side of the bed to pull over them, he tucked his head against the top of hers, his fingers burying in the wealth of silky hair now splaying out behind her.

Those curls were like living silk. Springy, so damned soft it was only rivaled by the feel of her flesh, and warm. Just as she was. And he refused to allow himself to consider how dangerous she was to his control, to the lock-down he’d placed on his emotions. He couldn’t let himself consider what the result of this night could do to his soul if he wasn’t diligent enough, careful enough to ensure Zoey’s protection.

He felt his lips quirk as she moved, coming closer to him, flowing against him until she was close enough that not so much as a breath could slip between them.

He liked that. He liked it too much, he knew, and when it came time to move, to separate himself from her, would he be able to do it?

He would have to.

He couldn’t stay.

He couldn’t keep her.

That last thought as he slipped into sleep had his chest clenching in regret.

He had a feeling, if he wasn’t careful, nothing would matter more than keeping her. That holding her forever could easily become his only thought, his only desire.

And both their downfall.