A Storm of Pleasure (7 page)

W
hatever the cost, he would pay it.

Whatever her price, he would meet it.

Gold mattered little to him. Power even less. But the value of the silence she brought to his mind was beyond measure and worth anything she would demand in return. And the fact that he could not hear what she asked of him bothered him not a bit.

As soon as her body began to respond to his touch, he could push the voices from his mind. That respite was worth any price she might ask.

When she raised her hands and unpinned the brooches from the apron-like tunic of her gown and then pulled the garment over her head, he had his answer and more. From the way in which she moved, hesitant and unsure, he suspected she’d not done something like this before. He wanted to reach over and rip everything else off, but he kept his desire under control and stepped back so that he could watch her as she moved.

Katla loosened the undergown and unlaced the ties down the front of it. He waited, aching to touch her flesh, to taste her essence and to feel the grip of her inner muscles as she rode him to pleasure. When she paused as though unsure, he directed her.

“Open your gown, Katla. Let me see your breasts.”

She tugged on the opening in her gown and spread it wide until he could see both of her full breasts. The nipples were tight buds of a pale, rosy shade, and his mouth watered to taste them. The sight of the bruise stopped him.

“Who did that?” he asked. His voice must have been louder than he thought, for she flinched. She lifted her hand to cover the lovemark near her nipple, and the movement sent a new fire through his body.

He read the name she spoke on her lips. Harald.

Jealousy pierced him when he realized that Harald had been the man before him, the one who had taken the prize of her virginity and the one to whom she would return when they were finished. But she was his now and when she left, she would remember the things they did together; she would remember his touch and his kiss, and he would leave his mark on her for Harald to find and wonder about.

Dangerous male jealousy fed his desire for her, and he decided to make this passion last between them. To stretch out their pleasure until they were weak with desire and then to quench it, over and over this night and for as many as she or the fates would grant him.

Did she think of Harald’s touch when it was his hands caressing her? Well, he would pleasure her until she could think of only himself when she thought of coupling with a man. Until she wore his scent, his taste, his mark, and his seed on her and in her.

“Hold your breasts out to me,” he ordered. She obeyed him, sliding her hands under her breasts and lifting them out of the gown to him. “Rub your thumbs over the tips.”

Gavin could hear her every gasp in his mind, the blood rushing to her loins, the skin of her breasts tingling as she touched the sensitive buds and made them sing. He gasped as the pleasure of it poured over him. “Again.”

Her body bucked this time, feeling the same pleasure that he could hear and see. She did it again without his asking and then again. Gavin saw and heard the moan that escaped her mouth that last time, and before he could stop himself, he dropped to his knees in front of her and took one nipple into his mouth, suckling and biting it until she moaned over and over again. Relentless now, he moved to the other, wrapping his arms around her to keep her standing as he teased and tormented until he could hear her blood racing beneath her skin. Gavin leaned back then, unwilling to push her body too fast to completion.

“Hold them again,” he ordered, for her hands had slipped to his shoulders.

Katla lifted her breasts to him again, able to refuse but also not willing to miss the pleasure he’d promised her. The scent of him invaded her limbs and her mind, and she sank into its control and his. Her breasts ached for more and the tips still throbbed from his mouth. He lifted his hands and rubbed his thumbs across them. Her legs wanted to give out, but she fought to stand. Leaning against his hands, her entire body pulsed as he rubbed harder and faster against them. Then he took each tip between his finger and thumb and rolled them, flicked them, and then tugged until she screamed.

Like invisible strings, each touch pulled and vibrated against something deep within, causing her heart to race and her blood to heat and pulse. Her womb felt heavy with pleasure, and a tension built within her until she thought she would come undone. Then the worst thing happened—he stopped again and moved away from her. She reached out to keep him close, but he shrugged off her hold and stood.

“Please?” Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she found herself begging this stranger to do unthinkable things to her body.

“Take the rest off, Katla,” he ordered, his voice thick and gruff now.

She gasped when her hands and the fabric of her gown slid across her breasts; they felt heavy and tender beneath her touch. Katla tugged the gown until she could slide it over her shoulders and down her hips. Letting it fall to the floor, she stepped over it and then met his gaze.

Hunger. Unsatisfied hunger and lust shone there in the depths of his pale blue eyes. Her body reacted to it, shuddering and trembling and blossoming under the heat of his gaze. That place between her legs wept now, the deepest folds swelling and aching and waiting for his attentions. Other than with his eyes, he did not touch her.

“Sit on the bed now.”

She was enjoying this, too. Allowing him to command and guide her to pleasure. When she wished, she lost herself and her will to it, and when she wished to be in command of her actions, she could do that, too. Like some potion or brew, his scent seemed to intoxicate her. Katla walked past him, noticing that his hands lifted as though to touch her, before he dropped them and simply watched her every move. When she got to the bed, she sat on the side of it as he’d commanded.

“Spread your legs wide for me, angel,” he said.

He nearly lost his breath when she opened her legs, exposing the blond curls and the feminine folds between them to his gaze. His breathing grew shallow and fast. He was nearing the end of his ability to control his raging lust, but he would. Gavin then gave her an order he was not certain she would obey.

“Pleasure yourself.”

He watched as confusion filled her face for a few moments, and then she gave a smile that would have tempted Adam from Paradise. He held his breath, waiting to hear the sounds that her body would make as she touched herself.

She had not done this before. Her uncertain movements spoke of her inexperience, and his own desire urged him to help. He walked over to her and knelt between her legs. When she stopped, probably believing he would do it for her, he laughed.

“Like this, Katla,” he said, guiding her fingers to the wetness in the depths of her womanly channel and sliding the moisture over the folds to ease her path. “Touch here.”

Gavin spread her nether lips and placed her fingers on the bud that lay at the center of her sensitivity. As she began to explore her body and seek a way to gain pleasure from her own touch, he lifted her legs, one at a time, removing her shoes and stockings and placing them so that her heels rested on the edge of the bed, giving him a better view of her most private parts. He heard her body begin to sing and knew she would come soon.

Katla had found a sensitive place and began to rub it in earnest, slower and faster, letting the shivers pass through her at each stroke. She discovered that using one hand to hold the folds of skin open and the other to stroke intensified the feelings. When she glanced at his face, she knew he was pleased. But still it was not enough. She could not do what he had done there and she wanted to feel the heat of his mouth bringing her to completion.

“Help me,” she begged. “Help me.”

She held out her hand, motioning to her body. Instead of his mouth, he reached out and thrust his middle fingers deep into her, using his thumb to stroke the fold from bud to opening. When she stopped her own movements, expecting him to finish it, he laughed and pulled her hand back there.

“Finish it, Katla. Find your pleasure.”

As long as she touched, he did. As long as she stroked, he did. As long as she rubbed, he did. Her body tightened deep within, weeping even more, and he soon added a third finger to the other two that plunged inside her and stroked their way out. He pressed his thumb as he rubbed, and the feel of it, the pressure of it, made her throb even more. Her legs shook, but he leaned against them to steady them, never relinquishing his hold on her cleft.

Something snapped within her, and she leaned her head back and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over and through her. Her body arched against his hand, again and again, but he did not slow his pace. Never ceasing, never slowing, never letting up on the pressure of his thumb, he pushed her over some edge until she screamed out her release. Her body shook and trembled as pleasure pulsed through it.

“Sing, my angel, sing,” he commanded, and her body arched and sang for him.

Gavin closed his eyes and felt the spasms around his fingers, the wetness as her release flowed, and he heard the song of her blood and her satisfaction. Against the utter silence in his head, it was a beautiful sound, one that he wanted to hear over and over.

Fearing that his release would bring an end to the pleasure and the silence, he fought the need to plunge his cock into her depth and spill his seed. He withdrew his hand and placed both palms on the bed on either side of her, panting and clenching his teeth against the nearly overwhelming urge to finish it now. He heard the deep exhalation of her lungs as her body relaxed from the intensity of her release and felt her legs slide off his chest and hang over the bedside.

Gavin was only waiting for her to recover before he sought his own pleasure. The silence calmed his raging spirit and eased the pain in his head and ears, and for a moment, he thought he could actually hear her breathing. Turning his head to face her, he realized the folly of such a thought when she spoke and the words did not penetrate his deafness after all.

Katla smiled at him and let out another breath before trying to sit up. She leaned up on her elbows and looked him over, from head to knees before shaking her head. The flush of her skin, the sparkle in her eyes, the becoming blush in her cheeks all told of a woman well sated, and it pleased him to know that she had found such pleasure with him. When she reclined so before him, his mouth watered once more, anxious for a taste of her skin and her arousal and those wonderful, full breasts with their enticing rosy tips.

If he thought his erection would ease, he was mistaken, for her presence and closeness and the musky smell of her release made him even harder. His cock tented out his trews, clearly visible in its rampant state to both of them. His body readied anew, throwing off more of the scent until her eyes clouded and her hips arched up as though in invitation.

He would have resisted, he could have resisted, until she pulled her legs up and turned onto her knees, offering her arse to him. His hands had the ties of his trews loosened and his cock freed in moments. It took only a few strokes to arouse her with his hands and fingers in her cleft. Like a female animal in heat, she offered herself higher and higher, rubbing against his hands and pressing against his groin until she was panting again.

She slid over his cock, spreading her moisture on him. Gavin gritted his teeth against the pleasure of it, reaching around to touch that sensitive bud from the front while she writhed against him, grinding the cheeks and cleft of her arse against his readied flesh. Grabbing his prick in one hand, he spread her cheeks and pressed against the puckered opening once and then again.

In spite of her body’s movements and enticement, he realized she was untried there, so he slid lower and found the opening to her woman’s channel. There would be time and opportunity to initiate her in the pleasures of the other one soon enough. Right now, his cock felt ready to spill his seed, so he plunged in as deeply as he could, seating himself with ease until his sac touched the curls of her mons.

Katla arched against him then, grinding her buttocks against his groin, urging him in deeper still. Using her hands to steady herself, she clenched the muscles deep within her channel to hold him tightly. His cock moved with ease and when he moved, he withdrew and then thrust, hitting her womb. She tightened again, clenching his hardness within her, and he laughed. He withdrew, angled his hips differently, and then plunged in again, this time sliding along another part of that place which caused a shivering friction.

She could not explain the urge she’d had to turn onto her knees and offer him her bottom because she’d never been taken from behind. But she followed her body’s urgings and discovered the excitement of such a position. She could not see his face or tell what he was going to do, and the anticipation increased her pleasure. Even the first tentative movements against her bottom had thrilled, not frightened, her.

Katla felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back and up, so she moved on her knees until she could lift herself higher for him. When his hand encircled her and teased the still-aching bud between her legs, she dropped her head and keened out at the sensations. It spurred her body on, seeking that satisfaction she’d found just minutes earlier.

Her muscles screamed out with tension; something wound tighter and tighter within her until she felt his prick lengthen and grow harder in her core. When he thrust in and filled her, she felt the walls holding him spasm and throb, and another release overwhelmed her. The hot bursts of his seed spilling and the moisture of her own second release mixed until even her womb vibrated as her body peaked with his.

Katla held her body against his as he finished, and then they both fell to the bed. He put his arm around her and pulled her against him, his prick still pulsing at the mouth of her womb. She gasped at every movement, her skin sensitive to any touch now. It took a while for their bodies, their racing hearts, their labored breathing and pulsing blood to calm. He was still hard within her as she drifted off to an exhausted sleep.