Heart of Darkness (26 page)

He complied with an intent look that
had her heart starting to pound and strode them both over to the
side of the enormous mattress. He dropped her down and then,
disturbingly, left her. She curled up on to her elbows and watched
him, wondering where he was going and
why.

With a frown, she watched as he grabbed one
of the chairs and carried it over to the bed. He then set it before
her and tugging her hands into his own, pulled her upright.

He slipped the sleeves down her arms and
released her unsupported breasts to his gaze. Instantly, the tips
tautened and she longed for his mouth to be there, suckling them
and hardening them even further.

Seemingly ignoring those pouting siren-calls,
he went to work on the bodice and stripped her of that and then the
skirt, until she was left bare buttocked on the bed.

It sent shudders of both pleasure and fear
through her as she realized while she was entirely naked, he was
fully dressed.

When she assumed he was about to stand and
strip himself of his own clothes, he merely sat back on the chair
and pulled her to him--feet first.

Blushes and embarrassment and mortification
assailed her as she realized he wanted to study her...there...her
quim. And she had to fight the need to cross her legs. But his
hands were insistent and they spread her further and further apart
until she was completely open to him.

A gentle finger explored her and as soon as
he touched that nubbin of pleasure that she had discovered the
night before, she relaxed infinitesimally. Isabeau settled back
with a slight sigh and dropped her head against the mattress. She
gulped as more fingers began to touch her and almost swooned as she
was sure that there was a slight brush against her quim that was
not a finger, but a breath.

Isabeau was both relaxed and on edge.
Waiting, but unsure for what. The slight and delicate, exploratory
touches were energizing yet pleasurable and she enjoyed his touch.
He pressed a finger inside the folds of her quim and she shuddered
at the similarity to the possession she had felt last night, It was
not as uncomfortable but without the same pleasure, yet the slight
rasp of his callused fingers in the most sensitive and tender part
of her caused a shocking reaction that sent a buzz of power
sizzling through her system.

When his tongue flickered over that highly
sensitive area, she thought that she would scream and her lungs
literally felt as though they were being choked by her desire not
to do so. It seemed to grow inside her, getting bigger and bigger
and bigger until Isabeau was almost sure that she was vibrating
with it. And if not that, then almost strumming with hunger for
him.

He touched and licked and sucked at her quim,
yet although no inch was left unturned, he teasingly touched every
part of her instead of focusing on the part that needed him
most.

“You make me so achy,” she cried, biting her
lip, bucking her hips to urge him to that most needful place, and
still he denied her.

She could feel her juices increasing with his
attention, the teasing sweep of his tongue as he devoured her
cleft.

Her legs fell open, sprawled now in
comfort. There was no way she wanted to close her legs and
not
discover where he wanted her to
go.

She lifted her hands and began to tweak her
nipples and that, combined with the pull and tug of his tongue in
the strangest of places and in the strangest of ways, had her body
humming with a heat all of its own. A woman need not be Sidhe to
find pleasure in Wolfe's bed, she thought blindly, although
thoughts of Wolfe's other women were not appropriate at this moment
in time!

Instead, she threw herself into what he was
doing and when his tongue finally curled about the most sensitive
of places, her back arched and she ended up balancing her torso
against the bed with the crown of her head! Pleasure rushed through
her until she thought she would go blind with it and there seemed
to be no surcease or relief. It was battering at her incessantly,
yet she desperately needed the break in the storm to calm her down
again.

He pushed his fingers inside her, curling two
digits as he sucked her nub and grazed it with his teeth. The small
hood of her clitoris pushed back, flooding the bundle of nerves
with heat and sensation. The curl of his fingers drove her need
higher, making her belly ache and tremble for culmination.

She needed him inside her, not this
unrelenting teasing that left her hungry for more.

When he unknowingly stood and then released
himself from his trousers and then slipped the hardened head of his
cock against the most intimate of her parts, she gasped and her
back arched again as her hips sunk into the bed, pinned, as they
now were, thanks to the grip he had on them.

That push against her had her gasping as he
parted his folds with his cock, pushing past the tender edges of
her hole with increasing strength and unerring direction.

The slow and incessant thrust as he pushed
into her was amazingly fulfilling. It bordered on pain, yet at the
same time, as she'd earlier learned from the use of his fingers,
she enjoyed this sensation of feeling overfull. A part of her
wondered if she were perverse but nothing about this joining could
be wrong. To think so would be indecent.

It was a coming together of two of nature's
survivors and she enjoyed it that way.

His hardness curled into her, slowly at first
covering every lustrous inch of her and then faster until with the
thrust and slide came a burning heat that had nothing to do with
her powers either. It was delicious and enough to set her
aflame.

His hair covered pubic bone ground against
her swollen nub, rubbing it roughly. She moaned and drew her knees
up, raising her hips to meet his thrust, to take him deeper and
harder.

She enjoyed his fierce possession, the almost
desperate way he moved inside her. His belly jerked when she met
him. She heard his gasp, a hoarse groan that she felt down to her
toes.

Everything about him was exciting and
arousing. She should not want this claiming, but she could not seem
to stop herself from enjoying the feel of his body sliding in and
out of her.

“Take me hard,” she begged, writhing,
scratching and clawing with eager anxiety.

“You drive me mad,” he said on a groan,
burying his face in her neck to suck behind her ear.

The erotic draw of his mouth sucking on her
flesh had her crying out.

His hands were set either side of her head
now and the most shocking aspect of the entire thing, for her
anyway, was the fact that he was still fully dressed. That the
expensive fabrics that made up his jacket and trousers and shirt
rubbed against bare flesh with barely a peep of his nether hair
roughly tickling against her..

That in itself caused a delicious friction
that made her cleft cream exquisitely. It seemed naughty to lie
naked beneath him while he remained clothed.

“Touch yourself, Beau,” he commanded gruffly
as his length explored every intimate inch of her insides. He
compounded the command with his cock.

Isabeau's mouth dropped open at the order and
instantly, she was struck with stage fright! Where? Where did he
want her to touch herself?

The question must have been in her eyes, for
she didn't say a word and he still said, “Where I touch you to
please you. Touch yourself there. I want to watch you touch
yourself.”

Listening to his demanding voice made the
desire climb in her blood. She shuddered, looking up to his passion
drunk eyes.

Licking her very, very dry lips, she raised
her hands and began to cup her breasts. Gently tugging and pulling
at the tender flesh of her nipples as he continued to thrust deeply
into her belly, she cried out as he dropped his head and quickly
sucked one of those teasing tips into this mouth before releasing
it.

As soon as that particular nipple was free,
it immediately cried out for some more loving and instead, she
looked deeply into his eyes and knew where he wanted her to touch.
Where he wanted her hands.

Hesitantly and filled with nerves, she
lowered her hands and played with the central and sheltered part of
her quim. The nubbin was firm and reminded her of a small, very
small, marble. But one little touch was enough to have her
gasping.

He rose up to get a good look at her while
she lay splayed beneath him on the bed.

Touching herself like this was both
terrifying and arousing. It was made bearable that it was under the
cover of Wolfe's body, but soon that wasn't enough for him.

He dragged her downwards and to the edge of
the bed as he lifted her legs so that they rested against his
chest. As soon as she realized what the move meant, her eyes popped
open and she tensed a little with nerves.

This position meant that he had to do very
little to thrust into her deeply and at the same time, he could see
everything she did.

Her legs stretched upward to the ceiling,
leaving nothing hidden from his view. She could see his cock
sliding in and out of her with his slow, leisurely movement. Feel
his eyes drag across the display of her body, centering on that
hidden part of her which was now open for his devouring gaze.

He licked his lips, planting his hands on her
thighs to hold her to his commands.

Gulping, she looked up at him and noticed his
heavily-lidded eyes and the desire that was smoldering there.

Just looking at him made her quiver. Her
belly jerked in reaction, trembling.

From his heady gaze, she took courage and
with a deep inhalation, her fingers began to move and rub at the
area. Bravely, she let the digits drop down to the place where they
were joined and while it took some stomach muscle movement on her
part, she could feel the moisture that was escaping her and it both
thrilled and shocked her.

He groaned when she touched him where he
thrust inside her, feeling the combination of her juices smoothed
over his slick shaft. His jerky reaction emboldened her.

Spying an intent look in his eyes, she began
to strum at her nubbin with more concentration, moving in circles
as he had done. Her gaze remained glued to his face, but his eyes
remained focused on the action of her fingers. The dark, hungry
look that crossed over his face as she explored herself made her
feel drunk with passion.

She tickled the nub, pinching it between her
thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmm. Like that,” he said on a groan,
thrusting inside her, the grip of his fingers on her thighs
tightening, torturing her.

She bit her lip, teasing herself, feeling a
tension rising within her body from her own movements and that look
he gave her.

“Push a finger into yourself. With me,” he
said gravelly.

She nearly moaned with his words and moved to
obey, squeezing a finger inside next to his working shaft. The
extra stretch was nearly too much for her to bear. She rubbed her
clit with her thumb, pushing into her channel with a finger.

“Another,” he demanded.

She obeyed, splicing her fingers around his
cock and inside herself. She felt as if double penetrated, and the
arousing sensations intensified. She closed her eyes, groaning.

Her channel sucked against him greedily,
hungry for the passion to implode within her.

His hips began to speed up and when he leaned
forward and pressed her thighs back against herself, her eyes
popped open as he slid even deeper inside her. Once, twice and
something happened to her.

It was different from the experiences of
before, which she'd had with the ring. It was somehow purer and not
as clogged by magic but still as strong. It traveled through her
body like fine wine and set her soul singing.

Her eyes remained open and she was allowed to
see the grimacing mask of pleasure on his face as he released his
seed into her welcoming depths.

When he collapsed against her, she wrapped
her limp limbs about him and took solace in the pressure of his
heavy weight against her smaller frame.

Chapter Ten

With an enchanted candelabrum in one hand and
her long skirts in the other, Isabeau walked down one of the many
corridors in the castle and having traversed the entire length,
judged where the central point was. It was difficult to estimate
but she eventually settled on a spot and did as Wolfe had bid:
banged the heavy brass candle holder against the floor three
times.

The balls of flame immediately whooshed away
from their base and to all of the corners of the room, leaving the
dark corridor literally ablaze with light.

Sighing with happiness, she took to
exploring the gallery floor. This was the one from which she had
taken a tumble and even though she'd been dazed from her fall down
the stairs
and
the emotions
that had been besieging her, had managed to take note of the
splendor of the art on this particular floor.