Forever Mine (27 page)

“
Sweet Jesus
,” he exclaimed hoarsely.

“Should I stop?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she looked up at him. Their eyes met, and in the firelight her eyes sparkled with a desire he knew matched his own. Unable to choke out an answer, he shook his head then groaned as she lowered her head again to take him into her mouth.

The hot, moist heat surrounding his cock made it stretch to a point that bordered on the edge of painful. Slowly, she drew him deeper into her mouth, while her tongue stroked and swirled around his length. The sudden touch of her cupping his balls in her hand before her fingers gently played with his sacs made Nicholas jerk in surprise. His hands gripped the arms of the chair as he reveled in the way she was fucking him with her mouth, while massaging his balls. A moment later, she squeezed his balls gently, and he nearly jumped out of his chair.

“
God almighty
,” he rasped. At his low cry she began to slide him in and out of her mouth at a faster pace. The pleasure thundering through his body beat a primitive rhythm of lust into every inch of him. His cock pulsed with a fiery need, and when she released him he almost howled with frustration. Still blind with pleasure, he could barely open his eyes as his body shouted impatiently for the release she’d denied him. Through half-hooded eyes, his muscles tensed as she rose to her feet. Her robe slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor.

He’d thought her beautiful when he’d seen her emerge from her bath. Now, standing in front of him with the firelight giving definition to her curves, he realized how exquisite she truly was. He went rigid as she closed her eyes, and trailed her hands over her lovely skin just below her breasts. Slowly, her hands slid upward and over her full, sweetly-rounded breasts. Lips parted in a silent moan, her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as her fingers played with her nipples. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed in his life, and a growl of intense hunger rumbled in his chest.

Coherent thought escaped him as she stepped forward. Roughly, he grabbed her waist and dragged her toward him. She came willingly, and a second later she sank down over him. Hot and slick, she sheathed him in the incendiary heat of her core. Unable to contain it, a low groan rolled out of him. The instant her body clinched tightly around him, he dragged in a sharp breath of pleasure. Slowly, then faster and faster, she moved her body up and down his cock, until she was riding him in furious strokes. His hands gripping her hips, he thrust up into her with each of her down strokes.

Pleasure, lust, and need charged through his limbs as his hands cupped her breasts, and he rolled his thumbs over her nipples before tweaking them. The fiery sweetness of her as she rode his cock only increased his craving for her that much more. This one moment in time with her wouldn’t be enough. It would take a thousand nights like this one to even begin to assuage his desire for her. A low moan escaped her, and her head fell forward as she sought his mouth in a hot kiss. As their tongues mated in a passionate dance, she rode him even harder. Suddenly she jerked against him.

Her body squeezed his cock like a silky hot vise. Hard and fast her core convulsed and tightened around him with one spasm after another. His hands urged her to keep pumping him as her body shuddered against his. On the edge of an explosive release, a warning bell went off in the back of his mind as he realized he wasn’t wearing a French letter. Primal need and lust drowned out the alarm as with a loud cry he thrust upward and throbbed hard inside her. She arched backward, and he braced her with his arms as he savored her final contractions around his cock. Slowly, she fell forward to rest her forehead against his.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

Slowly, the realization of what he’d done penetrated his consciousness. Stunned, he froze against her. How could he have been such an imbecile? He should have ended this before it had started. No, he should have simply carried her to his bed and used the protection Roberts always made available in the table drawer next to his bed.

“Nicholas? What’s wrong?”

He abruptly lifted her off him and closed his robe as Victoria picked up her robe and clutched it to her body. The look of confused embarrassment on her face made him capture her hand in his and carry it to his lips. It hadn’t been his intent to make her feel uncomfortable about what had happened between them. What had just happened had been much more than pleasurable for him, but he refused to explore the depth of its meaning.

“I’m merely annoyed with myself that I failed to use a French letter.”

“A what?” Genuine bewilderment furrowed her brow, as she stared at him in complete confusion.

“Protection to ensure I don’t make you with child.”

“Oh, a condom,” she said as understanding flashed in her sapphire eyes, and a guilty expression furrowed her brow. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about that either.”

“I should have,” he bit out with fierce self-remorse.

“So does that mean you regret…regret what happened?”

“No, I have no regrets at all,” he murmured as he pulled her into his arms. “I found it even more pleasurable than I’d imagined.”

“Imagined?” She breathed as color flooded her cheeks.

“From the moment you returned, I’ve found myself struggling not to think about all the things I could to your body. Things that would make you weep with need and beg for more.”

“Oh, Lord,” she whispered. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, and desire flared in her eyes as her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “Then maybe we should get started.”

“Indeed,” he said as his body responded to her unconscious action. With a quick move, he swung her up into the air, and she yelped with surprise as he carried her toward the bed.

“Nicholas, your leg. You shouldn’t be carrying me. You’ll hurt yourself.” Her protest made him smiled down at her.

“I’ll be hurting elsewhere in a moment if I don’t get you into bed right now.” He chuckled as he laid her on the mattress. One hand clutching his robe, she tugged him downward.

“Then touch me, Nicholas. Make me burn like you did a few moments ago. I want you touching me, sucking on me…I want you to fuck me until neither one of us can move.”

“
Christ Jesus
,” he rasped at the lust echoing through her words.

Nicholas’s mouth went dry as he stared down at her, and the desire on her face. God help him the woman was determined to undo him completely. He’d accepted how colorful her language had become since her return, but the manner in which she’d just asked for his cock made him hard as iron. As if she knew what she was doing to him, Victoria slowly parted her robe and ran her fingers over her breast down to her stomach to the apex of her thighs where her fingers dipped into her hot core. She arched upward as she played with herself.

Stunned Nicholas stared at her in fascination. His erection was now painfully hard. Violently he shrugged his robe off his shoulders, and jerked the drawer of the nightstand open with a vicious tug. Seconds later he was on the bed with her, his cock sheathed with a protective covering. His mouth found one hard nipple, and he pulled on it with his teeth. The mewl parting her lips made him wonder how long he could hold out before plunging into her. A sudden resolve surged through him. She’d teased him with that erotic performance a moment ago, and he intended to make her pay a pleasurable penalty in return.

P
ure, intense pleasure spread its way through Victoria’s veins until it pulsed its way into every fiber of her being. God, the man used his mouth like a violinist did a bow. He tugged a response out of her that was so strong it frightened her. Blinded by the smoldering heat of his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, she gasped with delight as he gently bit down on the hard peak. Beneath her skin, one nerve ending after another fired off signals of a deep, passionate hunger.

It rapidly became a fierce need as the fire in her stomach settled in the spot between her legs while threatening to consume the rest of her body. The male scent of sandalwood and another spice filled her senses as she breathed him in. She’d never realized how good a man could smell. As his mouth moved downward, she gasped as his tongue stroked the inside of her thigh. Anticipation spread through her as she expected him to explore her sex with his tongue when he abruptly came up on his knees. Her body instantly protested.

“Oh, God, Nicholas. Don’t stop. Please.”

“You forget how a short time ago you teased me a great deal before giving me what my cock wanted,” he growled as his beautiful mouth curled in a wicked smile. “Can you blame me for extracting a similar punishment?”

His hand caught her ankle in a firm grip then raised her leg to kiss the side of her foot. The sensual touch made her inhale a sharp breath of pleasure. Slowly, his mouth caressed its way up her leg alternating between small bites into her flesh followed by his tongue soothing the tingling spot. With every touch of his mouth on her skin, it increased the ache between her legs. The pressing need for relief made her slip her hand between her legs. A strong hand quickly stopped her from even beginning to achieve satisfaction.

“Not yet, sweet witch. I’ve not had my fill of you yet,” he said as he bit down a little harder on the inside of her thigh.

She cried out in delight at the erotic sensation spiraling through her. His mouth continued on its path toward the apex of her thighs. In one smooth move, his hands slid under her to cup her bottom then lifted her upward. As he kept her slightly elevated, he lowered his head to seek out the nub just inside her folds. Her entire body shuddered as a small orgasm whipped through her. Dear God, the man seemed to know exactly what she needed at that precise moment.

Another tremor rocked through her as his teeth scraped across the plump piece of flesh of her sex before his tongue probed deeper. An unrestrained cry of bliss escaped her at the roughness of his tongue against her tender, sensitized flesh. No man had ever aroused this much passion and need in her before. With each stroke of his tongue, she thought she’d go mad with desire. Soft as silk, his hair caressed her skin as she spiked her fingers through it. Eyes shut, her hips jerked as his tongue continued to swirl inside her.

Small ripples of sensation cascaded through her body, and she recognized the exquisite onset of an orgasm. A moan rose up from deep inside her as her blood ran hot and thick through her veins. Long and hard, a shudder shook her body as her orgasm built inside her. The vibrations pulsing through her reached a keen threshold until she screamed his name and bucked against him. Strong hands bit into the flesh of her hips to hold her in place as he continued to suck, lave, and nibble on her folds until the stimulation was an exquisite torture.

With a sob of ecstasy, her body came apart until she was consumed with tingling pleasure. Wave after wave of white-hot tremors washed over her until she was drowning in a flood of fiery sensation. Dragging in deep ragged breaths, she trembled as her body slowly calmed to a low, sensitive hum of pleasure. Spent, she lay still on the bed as Nicholas rose up to hover over her. Her eyes fluttered open, and the passion blazing in his eyes made her heart clench in her chest. This man wasn’t just devastating to her senses. He could easily carry away her heart. The realization made her mouth go dry. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and it sent a frisson across her skin.

“You realize I’m not through with you, don’t you, sweet witch?”

Even if she’d had the energy to answer him, she wouldn’t have been able to respond. With a quick move, he easily flipped her over onto her stomach. His hard body pressed into her back as his mouth nibbled on her shoulder.

“You smell of lemons and honey,” he whispered as he kissed the nape of her neck. His hand slid along her curves in a leisurely caress. “And your skin is smooth as satin.”

“Do you have any idea how sexy your voice is?” She closed her eyes with a sigh and allowed herself to simply immerse her mind in the pleasure of his touch.

“Is it?” He chuckled. “Would you still think so if I said I intended to spend the rest of the night fucking you until neither one of us can move?”

“Oh, God,” she breathed as she looked over her shoulder to meet his gaze. “Yes, I find your voice even sexier when you talk like that.”

“You, sweet witch, are a wanton hussy.” Something odd flashed in his gaze, but it was gone in a brief instant.

His palm caressed her buttocks as he laughed softly. She arched her rear upward into his touch, and his fingers slid along the back of her thigh then between her legs where he slid his fingers into her. She moaned softly at the way his touch could instantly set her on fire. Her body clenched around his fingers, and she gasped at how quickly he’d brought her to the brink again. Each sinfully wicked stroke of pleasure made her draw in a sharp breath of delight. The ragged heat of his breath singed her back, and she could feel his hard erection against her leg.

“Nicholas, please,” she rasped. “I need to feel your cock inside me, now. I need you to fuck me.”