Darkest Risings (20 page)

 
After a few moments, she turned around and
straddled him. His hard muscles felt like heaven under her thighs, and she
wiggled to get closer. He stiffened, groaned, and encircled her biceps to hold
her still.

“You’re
killing me, and I’m trying to do this right,” he said through gritted teeth.

She
smiled, loving that he was trying to quell the dominant nature he’d warned her
about to try to be gentle, to try to be what he thought she wanted. But she
simply wanted him however she could get him.

“There
is no right or wrong. I want you to be yourself.”

He
shook his head. “Show me how to be gentle, Wilhemina.”

His
words shook her to her very core. He was sheer power and yet, he was placing
himself under her control. She wasn’t experienced in sex, but she could show
him the gentleness he badly seemed to crave.

She
pulled his hands from her arms and placed them along either side of the tub.

“Don’t
move your arms unless I tell you to.”

He
nodded, and she nearly chickened out when the blackness crept over the
turquoise of his eyes once again. She’d seen dilated pupils before, but nothing
as extreme as this. She thought it fitting of him.

She
leaned forward and traced her fingers along the tops of his shoulders, around
to his chest then down to his abdomen. His erection lay against his stomach,
the thick head nearly touching his belly button. She was glad the water level
was low enough to allow her this unobstructed view of his body. When she
tentatively touched him, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Did
I hurt you?” she said after jerking her hand back.

His
eyes were unsettling and sexy at the same time, never leaving her for a moment,
watching her every move. “No.”

She
reached for him again, and this time, was bolder in her touch. She encircled
him with her fingers and explored his length. He was like steel covered in
silk. He probably wouldn’t like being compared to silk, but she’d keep that bit
to herself. He groaned again when she stroked him harder. Her hand disappeared
under the water, and she cupped his sac before encircling him again and
stroking back up to the tip.

A
clear liquid appeared from the small slit on the head of his cock and she
rubbed her thumb over the slickness. Her body clenched at his response, and
pressure began to build inside her.

“You’re
going to kill me, Wilhemina.” He grunted as she stroked him again.

She
leaned forward and kissed him in the center of the chest then ran her tongue up
to his throat. By the time she made it to his mouth, his muscles were tense and
subtle tremors shivered through his body.

“Kiss
me,” she whispered against his lips.

And
oh did he. The man was an expert at using his tongue and lips. His mouth alone
could take her higher than any sugar rush or any aphrodisiac possibly could.
She’d never had an addictive personality, but when it came to him, she was sure
he could be her first and only addiction.

She
tunneled her fingers through his hair and rubbed her breasts against his chest
as he ravished her mouth. The pointy peaks of her nipples scraped against his
skin, the friction sending tiny jolts of electricity to her core.

He
broke the kiss. “Give them to me.”

He
stared down at her breasts, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She quickly
tamped down any embarrassment she might have and scooted up until his mouth was
level with her nipples. She gasped when the movement dragged the length of his
cock over her clit.

“Since
I’m not supposed to move my hands, feed them to me.”

His
molten voice flowed through her like lava.

“What?”

“Cup
you’re beautiful breasts in your hands and guide those pretty pink nipples into
my mouth so I can tongue them. I want to taste you, Wilhemina.”

The
heat of his gaze and words were more than enough to encourage her to do what he
demanded. She cupped her breasts and guided them to him as he’d instructed.
When he groaned, she stopped. He liked it when she touched herself. She circled
one nipple with her index finger, then pinched it between it and her thumb. He
groaned again and her inner muscles clenched in response.

“Do
it one more time, and I guarantee you my hands are coming off the sides of this
tub. A man can only take so much.”

As
much as she wanted to do it again, to make him lose control, at that moment she
wanted to prove to him that he was capable of gentle more. She leaned in and when
his lips closed over one pebbled peak, she cried out at the hard clench of
muscle between her thighs. Every pull of his mouth sent tremors of pleasure
straight to her clit, and the pressure built with each lick, suck, and nip. She
could come just from what he was doing to her now.

But
she didn’t want to. This time, she wanted him inside her. This time, there
would be no stopping and no interruptions. At least she hoped not. No, there
would be none because if someone knocked on his door now, she’d shoot them.

She
pulled back far enough where her breasts were now out of reach of his mouth and
panted. “I want you inside me.” She gasped when he responded with a subtle
upward nudge of his hips.

“You
can have me anywhere you want,” he said.

She
spread her knees wider over him then sat up on them before gripping his cock
and guiding him to her entrance. His size was sheer intimidation, but nothing
would stop her from being with him this time. When the tip of him slid inside,
she groaned at how far he stretched her.

“Slow,
Wilhemina. Let your body adjust to mine.”

If
she didn’t see the blackness of his eyes, the way his mouth was pulled taut in
determination, she’d swear he was unaffected by the situation. And the sudden
shiver that hit his body proved she was not wrong. He was on the edge of losing
control, and she was the one anchoring him to it. To have such power over a man
like Aldin could go to another woman’s head, but she was not another woman, and
she would never try to manipulate him with sex. She’d never take advantage of
him that way.

She
gritted her teeth and slid down on him another inch. Fear slithered through her
once again at the sheer size of him. She refused to allow her inexperience to
ruin this moment. She looked into his eyes as he watched her. His knuckles were
white from the death grip he had on the sides of the tub.

“That’s
it.” He panted as he slid in another inch.

He
was stretching her to the precipice of pain, but as she took him inside her a
little at a time, the discomfort eased as her body adjusted to his invasion.
When she looked down and realized that he was barely halfway inside her, all
her fears rushed her from all sides. She started to scramble off him when his
hands clamped over her hips and his fingers dug into her skin, trapping her
where she was.

“This
just isn’t possible, Aldin” she cried in frustration.

“Hey?”
He waited until she looked at him. “Trust me?”

She
did trust him. He’d never hurt her. Yeah, he’d gotten a little rough with her,
but she hadn’t minded in the least. Far from it. She’d liked it. She nodded,
and he leaned forward to take her mouth in another mind-blowing kiss. Soon, the
pleasure his lips gave her chased away the fear.

His
tongue danced with hers, and he explored her mouth as if he was a man dying of
thirst and she was wine. She’d never get enough of his kisses, never get enough
of him. She rested her hands on his chest and enjoyed the play of muscle under
her fingertips. Time seemed to slip away. The world seemed to slip away. It was
as if they were the only two in existence.

He
pulled back a scant inch from her lips.

“Sorry.”

But
before she could ask what he had to be sorry for, his mouth crashed over hers
once again and his hips surged up as his fingers anchored her over him. She
gasped at the way her inner muscles protested, and he gripped her hips tighter
when she tried to escape.

She
panted, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Relax,
Wilhemina.”

“I’m
trying,” she gasped.

“My
God, you are so tight.”

The
tremors in his body were stronger now, and he clenched his teeth when she
shifted her weight to try to ease some of the pressure inside her.

“Don’t
move. I’m hanging on by a thread as it is.” He breathed deeply. “Did I hurt you
too badly?”

“No.
It simply feels as if I might rip apart at any moment from being filled so
fully.”

“You
won’t rip apart. Relax and kiss me.”

She
leaned forward and when he took her lips, his mouth once again had the ability
to coax her mind away from the uncomfortable pressure she was unable to forget
on her own. She didn’t notice when he moved one hand from her hip until his
thumb came down gently on her clit. She gasped and leaned back. Her body had
adjusted to his size, and she had the uncontrollable urge to move.

He
lifted his other hand to her breast where he kneaded her gently then rolled her
nipple between his fingers, plucking at it until the pleasure teetered on pain.
She rested her hands behind her on his thighs and gripped them as she raised
her hips. He slipped a few inches from her, and she cried out from the sheer
bliss that shot through her. A second later, a wave of intense euphoria hit her
and she came.

Wilhemina’s
inner muscles quivered around him in pulses that made her gasp, that stole the
breath from her lungs. While the after effects of her orgasm rippled through
her in currents, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. He laid her on
her back and bent her knees up until her thighs were wide and her most intimate
place was bared to him. Embarrassment barely had time to take root before he
settled his hips between her legs and thrust inside her once again.

 
He supported most of his weight on his
forearms while he framed her face with his hands. He stared down at her.
“Okay?” he grunted.

“Yes.”

She
was better than okay. This time, the way he stretched and filled her brought
her nothing but pleasure. She groaned when he retreated and thrust quickly back
inside her. With each stroke, his cock dragged against every nerve ending along
her passage. The pressure began to build again, and it wouldn’t be long until
she tumbled headlong into ecstasy.

“You’re
so wet,” he said as he thrust into her harder. “Feel so damned good.” He
grunted and slid home again.

She
couldn’t speak because the waves of her climax were rushing to shore, ready to
pull her into the deep waters of bliss. His heated words hurried the inevitable
along.

“The
way your muscles grip my cock makes me crazy.” He gritted his teeth and slammed
harder into her.

She
met each thrust by raising her hips, encouraging him to take her how he needed.
The dull throb of the beginning of her orgasm was starting, and she screamed
out when he bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth as he surged into her at
a now relentless pace. She couldn’t take much more. The pleasure was too much.
She thrashed her head back and forth on the bed as she dug her fingers into his
back.

“Come
for me, sweet Wilhemina.” He gave an extra twist to his hips with the next
thrust. “Come for me now.”

She
had no choice but to do as he commanded. As the waves crashed over her, she
cried out with each clench of muscle. She screamed out each time her body
clamped around him in a desperate attempt to hold him deep within her. And as
her orgasm hit the summit, he threw back his head and yelled out his own
release.

She
stared up at the thick cords in his neck and concentrated on each pulse of his
release, trying hard to maintain consciousness after the onslaught of pleasure
she’d just experienced. Her skin was slick with a light sheen of sweat, and
when Aldin dropped to the mattress and sprawled on his back beside her, she
curled against his side and laid her head on his chest. When he stiffened, she
looked up at him. She might have found the confused look upon his face comical
under different circumstances.

* * * *

He’d
failed her. He’d tried to be the gentle lover she needed, felt that he had
started out doing a damn fine job. Toward the end, his control had slipped a
notch, and he’d unleashed the demon. What he didn’t understand was how he’d
held back as long as he had. He thought that he’d have to struggle to keep his
usual darker tendencies at bay, but with Wilhemina? Once he started touching
her, a side of him had surfaced that he thought had died long ago.

When
he touched Wilhemina, he didn’t feel the same as he had with the other women
he’d been with. He didn’t want to dominate her or to make her submit to his
every need. With Wilhemina, he wanted to savor her and protect her. When she’d
taken charge in the bathtub, climbed onto his lap and ultimately ridden him,
he’d reveled in the power she had over him. The power that she could so easily
destroy his heart with. He’d never let another woman ride him. He’d always been
the one in control, but he hadn’t minded giving up that control to Wilhemina.