Authors: Christine Young
He inhaled the passionate murmurs and without words demanded more, teasing and exploring her sensitive breasts. Long fingers stroked and shaped until she twisted wildly beneath him.
"That's right, little darling. Let
yourself
go," he murmured. "Don't hold anything back."
Slade shifted again, his body completely covering hers, giving her what she needed without realizing it. His hips pressed against hers, sinking into her until she moved her legs apart in an instinctive motion that was as old as time, her body yearning to match the aching softness between her thighs with the rigid proof of Slade's hunger.
Her nails gouged into his flesh once more, but there was no protest coming from Slade. He groaned his response and dragged his hips over her in a hungry echo of her own desire. The liquid fire of her response ignited an inferno within him that was impossible to control.
Beneath Slade, Lainie froze. He paused but heard no sound of protest. Relief filled him and he moved his hips against her, sending wildfire racing through his body in a burst of heat he could neither deny nor conceal.
"Do you burn like I do?" he asked.
She whimpered and nodded. "Aye."
This time when he moved his hips against her, his tongue caressed her mouth in a possession that was total, claiming the woman beneath as his without him even realizing.
Slade moved a hand between their bodies. The sound of his britches coming undone was lost in the hungry protests that came from Lainie when he lifted his weight from her hips.
"It's all right, little fox. I won't hurt you. And I'm not going to leave you," Slade said thickly as he eased himself from the confinement of cloth. "Do you want me to stop?"
Enticingly, Slade settled his weight back on her, not giving her all she wanted but enough to make her beg for more. She twisted against him, weeping for him. No matter how she moved, he managed to evade her.
"Slade," she said raggedly. "Please."
"Please what?" he asked when she said no more.
As he spoke, he raked his teeth lightly over her throat, claiming her and challenging her to claim him in return.
"I don't know," she whispered, stroking him and pulling him closer to her.
She opened her eyes, and he saw the hunger and the wild burning passion. It seemed she needed something only he could give. And he reveled in that thought.
Slade smiled darkly. He knew just what her eyes begged for. And he meant to give it to her, but in his own sweet time.
What is it you want?" he asked again.
Then he listened to the splintering of Lainie's voice as his teeth closed with more force on her smooth skin.
"I can't…I don't…" she gasped.
He caught her nipples in his fingers once more and tugged. Her breath came out in a hoarse sound as she arched into his body, sending more heat spiraling through him. The motion caused him to move more deeply between her legs, yet still not where he knew she wanted him. She arched up and into him in unknowing demand.
"Open for me," he whispered. "Give yourself to me. Show me you're not afraid of me."
He moved his hips just enough to brush against Lainie's moist heat. The touch drew a hoarse moan from him and a strangled cry from her. Her nails gouged deeper into his back. She shifted, still wanting more. He was patient. He wanted to give her time to adjust and time to accept him completely into her warmth.
"Little fox, tell me you want me," he said thickly. "Let me know that you want me."
Lainie shifted again, her hands running the length of his back.
"Slade, I want you so much. I--" Her nails dug into him one more time. "I don't know what I want. Just d-don't stop."
"I won't hurt you. Draw your knees up on either side of me. Let me give you only the sweetest pleasure."
She did as Slade asked, opening her legs until he lay easily between her thighs. Gently so as not to frighten her this time, he began teasing her nipples, watching her as he teased the sensitive, rosy peaks, bringing her to a place she had never known before. He sucked each tender bud into his mouth until she writhed beneath him, begging him for more.
"That's right little darling," Slade said when Lainie arched blindly into him. "Just like that. That's right. Show me how much you want me."
Lainie moaned
,
her head moved as restlessly as her hips, seeking relief Slade knew was his to give her.
"Slade I…" Lainie whispered. "What are you doing to me?"
"Pleasuring you."
Lainie gasped. "If this is pleasure, I cannot bear much more."
He chuckled softly. The drawstring on her pants was no obstacle to Slade. Within seconds, his questing fingertips slipped over unprotected flesh, exploring the sweet hot folds that wept for him.
Cautiously, he plucked the tender bud that swelled with desire. Lainie cried out sharply and liquid warmth melted over him.
"One more time," Slade said, rubbing his thumb all around her, teasing her with what he was once again withholding.
She made a strangled noise.
"Show me your pleasure, let me feel you." He whispered. "Now."
Then he touched her more intimately, and she gave him what he asked for. The murmured sound of her pleasure was another soft reward in his quest to give her satisfaction and sweet relief.
"Let yourself free and soar in the clouds," Slade said in a low voice. "Open your eyes and let me watch your pleasure. Whatever you do don't shut me out."
His fingertips moved, barely brushing her slick, hot skin, teasing her with something she didn't understand. Her fingers closed over his buttocks, pulling him closer to her.
Lainie wept and writhed. Fire and raw desire ripped Slade savagely in two. Keeping himself in check was nearly impossible. Her nails raked up and then down his back, in a demand for satisfaction she couldn't help making.
He felt the sharp edge of her nails and reveled in her wild response to his lovemaking. He grinned and laughed softly before he teased Lainie some more, circling the tender nub without touching it. Coming closer and closer then evading it all together. Her fingertips raked him again, and he laughed deep in his throat despite his own unanswered arousal.
A fine sweat broke out over his body. Never had a woman wanted him so completely. Her entire body cried out her passion. The slightest brush of his fingers sent her response spilling over again. He loved it with primal intensity, bathing himself in her hungry desire, wanting to take her so much that his body shook with his hunger.
"Yet no matter how hard she twisted and fought to make him touch the nub he had drawn from her softness, he eluded her.
"Slade, please," Lainie said. “You’re torturing me.”
"I want to be sure you want this as much as I do. I want you to beg me so there will be no confusion in the end. I want to erase all the bad memories so thoroughly you will only remember this joining and the pleasure."
She made a tiny frustrated sound and arched again.
"More," Lainie begged, shaking. “Is that what you want me to say?”
Slade brushed against her swollen, sultry flesh while he chuckled softly.
"Harder," she said raggedly.
Her fist struck his back as she arched and writhed toward the unattainable flames that he held from her each time she was nearly at the pinnacle.
"Please, Slade don't tease me. I know you are. Just finish this. Finish what you started. I want you."
"What if I'm not teasing?"
"Nay, you have to be. I cannot bear this much longer."
Slade caressed her once more, drawing his nails with exquisite care over the swollen bud. She gasped and honeyed fire overflowed.
Teeth clenched against the hunger burning him, Slade inhaled a long breath, searching for self-control that was slipping away. The primal scent of Lainie's passion swept through him. It was like breathing fire.
"Slade," she whimpered. "I--"
Her words splintered as she arched against him.
"Is this what you want?" he asked.
Flesh that was both smooth and hard pressed sensually against her, parting her even as she melted over him.
For a moment she froze as if she remembered another time and place. Slade would not have it. He meant to erase that time from her mind forever.
"Easy, little fox. I'll go
slow
."
Slade tried to ease inside her, but his hunger was raw with need and wanting. He'd denied himself for so long. He held back as best he could, but when she arched against him begging for more of him, he could control himself no longer. In a smooth powerful motion, Slade drove into Lainie. She was so small and tight.