Kindred Souls Complete Series: Books 1-4

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I took a steadyingbreath and with fumbling hands and fingers; I removed my clothes. There was no grace or seduction to my movements. I was too nervous and excited and ready.

Whist stared at me once I was naked before him. “If you tell me to stop, I will. If I hurt you, tell me. Understand?”

“Yes. Please, Whistler. I can’t wait anymore.” I needed him. Desperately.

His eyes darkened and then he was on me, savage and wild. Before I realized what was happening, I was slammed against the wall and his mouth covered mine, drinking each whimper and moan, one of his hands wrapped around my throat.

I tried to reach for him, but he captured my wrists with one of his hands and stretched them over my head, trapping them against the wall. I was caught and had no desire to be freed. His other hand explored my body — plucking my nipples, grabbing my ass, teasing my pussy.

He sank his teeth into my skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder and I thrashed, desperate to touch him, to get him inside me.

“Please. Please. Please.” I chanted the words.

He licked the bite mark to soothe the sting. “Please what?”

“Fuck me. Punish me. Something. I need you, Whistler.” I struggled against his grip on my wrists.

A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me. He jerked me away from the wall and shoved me face down over the sofa. I scrambled to keep from smothering in the cushions and steadied myself with my arms grasping the back of the sofa.

I heard his belt and trousers hit the floor, and I trembled in anticipation, lifting onto my toes.

His hand whipped onto my ass, with much greater force than before. I yelped in surprise, but the moment of pain burned and morphed into want. He slid his hand between my legs and pinched my slippery clit. It shot fire through me. His touch always burned and I craved getting closer and closer to the flames until they consumed me.

I spread my legs wider, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting it to hurt. He slipped his fingers up my crack and circled my back hole. My breath caught. I was still a virgin there, but I’d always wanted to try it, I’d just never trusted anyone enough.

I trusted my assassins though.

Instead of pushing into it, Whist spanked me again. I moaned and pushed my ass back towards him.

“Prepare yourself,” he growled.

For what?

He nudged my legs apart a little farther, opening me up. Then he really began to spank me. He brought his hand down on a different part of my ass with each strike. Not a single inch of my ass or the tops of my thighs were left untouched. Again and again and again. A couple times it struck directly on my pussy or asshole, making my stomach jolt.

My ass burned and I could feel my heartbeat pulse in my ass. He paused and dipped back into my core, feeling how soaked I was for him. He stroked a finger along the left cheek and I pushed back again, wanting more. He stroked my ass again, like he was giving me the chance to stop him. But I never wanted to stop.

I never thought I would love pain mixed with my pleasure.

“Your ass turns such a lovely shade of red, gorgeous. I want to paint you with this color every fucking night.”

I moaned. “You’ll get no arguments from me.”

He spanked me once more, and I almost came.

And then he was inside me, finally fucking me, and I was coming, hard. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, harder and harder, inside me so deep I thought he might rip me in half.

Every time he sank into me, he rubbed against the burning flesh of my ass. He nipped and sucked and kissed along my back, his guttural groans gasping in my ear.

“Harder, please, Whistler.”

He gripped my hips and slammed so hard I saw stars. And I came completely undone. I screamed out and fell apart, the climax so strong, I almost passed out.

Whistler slammed into me again and yanked my upper body up against his, cupping my jaw. His cock twitched inside me as he came. My knees buckled, and he caught me, keeping me from falling to the floor in a heap.

With now gentle hands, he settled me on the cushions and wrapped me in a blanket. With his hand anchored on the back, he leapt over the sofa and sat next to me, pulling me into him.

“Are you all right?” He sounded concerned.

I wrapped my arm around his middle. “Very.” And I was. But I loved how he kept checking in on me, how he wanted me to enjoy his touch, harsh as it was.

His fingers dug into my back, soothing the sore muscles until I was boneless against him. My backside was sore, but in a pleasant way.

“Damn, gorgeous. You are something special.” He repositioned me until I was reclined across from him, and drew one of my legs into his lap, massaging my calves and moving his way up my thighs.

I groaned and stretched. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Is this sort of thing new for you?” He took my other leg and gave it the same attention as the other.

I chuckled lightly. “Yes. Most of my other encounters were mere tumbles in the back rooms of inns. Nothing special or all that satisfying.”

“That’s a damn shame. You were meant to be worshiped. Cherished. Pleasured.” With each word, he pressed a kiss to my leg.

My legs fell open, wordlessly begging for more. Always more, more, more.

He smiled and adjusted us on the sofa, my blanket falling away, until I was on my back with one of my legs dangling to the floor and the other thrown over the back of the sofa. Whist knelt between my spread thighs. He shot me a wicked grin and bent his head towards my center. He licked lightly with teasing strokes. My back arched, and I dug my palms into my forehead. His tender touch after such rough love-making made my head spin.

He kept me riding the edge, never pushing me over. I was soaked and desperate and breathless. I hated it and I loved it. I wanted to ride this feeling forever, and I wanted to curse him until he granted me release.

The front door slammed open and Saber and Sky spilled inside, their eyes wild. “Is she here? Did you find her?”