15. Finally
Chapter 15
Finally
Liliana waited impatiently until Alexander parked his car in the garage of his house. As soon as the car stopped moving, she opened her door and went over the hood, careful not to scratch or dent the pretty car.
As Alexander stood up and shut the car door, he turned to face her. With her standing on the hood of the car, his face was at roughly the level of her neckline.
She bent down to kiss him, delighting in being taller than him. One hand found the back of his neck, but the crisp, short hair was far too short to fill her hand with it like he liked to do with hers. It tickled her palm as her lips met his. He had to look up, the angle a new experience for them both. They explored the touch of lips, the joining of breath, a glory that she’d craved for so long. Now, there was no hurry. The night was theirs.
She pulled back after a moment, all eyes open so she could look down at him. Her hands traced the shape of his face, following her multi-layered vision. Scarlet passion burned through the complex interlocking ice crystals of his usually logical, controlled surface. Her hands felt the warmth of soft skin overlain in her vision with the shimmer of hard obsidian. Silver horns like the ghost of a crown surrounded his brow. “You are so beautiful.”
A firework sparkle of amusement accompanied the deepening red of desire. He delighted in her ability to make him laugh, even if it only showed outwardly in an upward quirk of lips and a huff of warm breath. “I think that’s my line.”
She saw a mirror of herself in his mind, his view of her. She drew in her breath sharply. The woman in his mind was stunning, his desire for her overwhelming. He didn’t want Liliana’s venom. He didn’t want Liliana’s vision. He didn’t want a spider seer ally.
He wanted Liliana.
She blinked her first eyes as they filled almost to overflowing. So much desire, just for her. She ran her thumb across his full lips.
Long lashes brushed his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching.
She kissed him again. In that moment, there was no other option.
His hands that had been resting on her hips went around them, cupping her bottom, pulling her closer.
She hooked one arm around his neck. The other explored his chest while her weight dropped into his hands, all without breaking the kiss.
He lifted her down as he stepped back, her entire front warmed by his body, his big hands holding her full weight without strain.
She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold herself up, so he could use his hands elsewhere. Her mouth opened to the heat of his tongue.
One hand stroked up her back. Calloused skin skimmed over the thin satin of her dress and up the nape of her neck left bare by her high hairstyle.
She shivered. His thick tongue stroked inside her mouth. “Mmmph.” A moan escaped her.
He turned and took a step to get to his garage door, bracing her back on the wall beside it. His hard body pressed heavily against every inch of her.
She pushed his jacket off over his shoulders.
He let go of her long enough to let it slide off to the ground behind him. The elegant dress uniform jacket made a messy pile on the concrete garage floor behind him.
His broad palms stroked up the outside of her thighs where they wrapped around his waist, sliding under her skirt to the lace and silk of her panties.
One hand slid under her, supporting her as he pulled back from the wall, the other hand opened the door to his house. The big hand under her with fingers long enough to encircle her waist, touched her through thin material.
She squirmed in his grip, unable to be still, wanting so much more.
Not for a single moment did either of them stop kissing, mouths sliding, exploring textures of heat and wet. They each demanded more of the other.
His eyes stayed closed, sunk in the sensations of kiss and touch bombarding him. Hers were open. She saw his kitchen lit by moonlight shining in through the broad glass of his sliding back patio door with the open curtain.
He didn’t need eyes in his own house, immaculately free of clutter. His steps were sure as he set her bottom on his kitchen counter.
His lips left hers finally. His mouth scorched a shivery path down her throat, hot tongue and the brush of teeth that gave her goose bumps.
Her hands, which had been frantically unbuttoning his shirt, stilled as the hot path of his lips and tongue dipped into her cleavage. His big hands cupped her small breasts so he could kiss them more easily. His thumbs stroked her nipples.
She threw her head back, closing all her eyes for a moment to just feel his lips on the top of her breasts. When his hands squeezed gently, she made a sound like she did in the dome when a giant lion slammed a mace into her shield, a groaning whuff of expelled air.
That. “I want more of that.”
He chuckled against her breast, “Happy to oblige, my lady. But I think this is in the way.” He unzipped her dress, his fingertips tracing a shivery path down her back. When his hands came up, he brought the dress up too, pulling it over her head.
As he tossed her new dress aside, she didn’t feel cold, just relieved to have less clothes between them. The cool air on her skin caressed her, as soothing as if she were burning with fever.
He pulled her bra down some on both sides, until her breasts rested above the lacy material. He did that delightful gentle squeeze with his hands again.
Liliana moaned, “Yes.”
While his hands continued massaging in a way that made her arch her back to press herself into him, his hot mouth closed over her nipple, tongue stroking, and swirling.
She cradled his head to her chest for a moment, glorying in the wet heat, but wanting more.
When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she took one of his big hands in hers. She pulled it down from her breast, guiding his long fingers to the very wet panties between her legs.
“There. Touch me there.”
He chuckled again. “I can see I will never have to guess what you want.” He pushed his other hand down her back, sliding it under her panties and her bottom. He lifted her full weight in one hand so he could use the other to pull the bit of black lace down. When he set her back down, her bare cheeks touched cold granite countertop.
He slipped her panties over her ribbon-wrapped calves, stepping back to get the cloth off both feet, but keeping one hand on her hip to stabilize her on the counter’s edge.
After he tossed the panties aside, not even looking where they went, his gaze fell hot and hard on her. His hands scorched her skin, one on the outside of her thigh, the other on her knee, thumb stroking her inner thigh in a tiny caress that felt like an electric connection to her center.
He stopped moving.
She opened all her eyes to see him staring at her.
In his mind was only her. She sat on his kitchen counter, naked but for her ballet slippers and a lacey scrap of bra that held her breasts high. Her disheveled hair curled thick to frame her elfin face. Jewels sparkled in that silken dark cloud nearly as bright as her many-colored eyes. His soul glowed with something so intense, it made the red desire shade white hot at the center. “You are so beautiful.”
She smiled, giving him back his own words. “I think that was my line.”
He laughed, a full brilliant smile of unsuppressed joy brightening his face and his soul. Then his grin turned mischievous, his dark eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and he came close again.
She expected another kiss, but he dropped to his knees. She got her kiss, just not where she expected it. “Oh!” She clung to his head as his tongue speared into her, licking and stroking, just as it had her mouth.
“Unh.” She made that sound like someone knocked the breath out of her. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.” She shuddered to her toes.
He licked into her, his hands pushing her legs more open, thumbs stroking her inner thighs, closer and closer. One thumb finally stroked through her thick curly hair to find the most sensitive part of her.
Her body jerked as his strong thumb stroked across that nub, his tongue buried in her.
“Yes,” she almost sobbed.
He licked up from inside her and stroked over that nub with his tongue. Then back to stroking her wet clitoris with his thumb while his thick tongue pushed inside her.
She leaned back on her hands, braced her heels against the cabinet doors below her. Her hips rocked without conscious thought. “More.” She whimpered softly, not even sure what she wanted more of. This just wasn’t quite enough.
His thumb and tongue never stopped alternating their assault on her clitoris, but his other hand stroked in. A single long finger slowly sank into her very wet sex.
She dropped back to leaning on her elbows on his kitchen island, knocking off a small appliance of some sort. It fell with a loud crash they both ignored. She pushed her sex forward, rubbing against his face. “More!” She lost herself in sensation that was magnificent and intense.
Almost, almost.
He sank another long, thick finger into her, and she screamed.
Warmth converged from her thighs into her center before exploding. Her hips arched up off the counter, bucking against his hands and face. Her body squeezed his fingers. Her belly muscles tightened in spasmodic rhythm. Electric, pulsing fire licked up every inch of her skin. Her nipples ached. Her fingers grabbed white-knuckled onto the edge of the counter as her body shook.
Alexander’s tongue stroked her clit, chasing her as she jerked. His fingers plunged slowly in and out. His other hand held tight to her hip to keep up with her bucking body.
The sensation went on for long seconds as she whimpered with the intensity. She never, ever wanted it to stop. Her shuddering finally slowed, the intensity of his tongue becoming almost too much.
Still, she wanted so much more.
She sat up with a soft growl and pulled his head up from her body by the ears.
He was laughing at her. That shark smile lit his face and his sparkling soul lit her third vision.
It made her grin back at him, flashing fangs in a smile that was far more hungry than amused. She wished so hard she hadn’t agreed not to bite him. His long, muscular neck showed down to the collarbone where his shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, thin t-shirt underneath. She wanted to bite him, so much. She wanted him, so much.
Grabbing the lapels of his opened shirt, she pulled him in for a wet kiss that tasted of her own body. He smelled like gun oil, expensive cologne, and delicious musk of aroused man.
She popped the remaining two buttons of his shirt so she could pull it over his ridiculously broad shoulders. While he put his arms behind him to pull the sleeves off over his hands, she popped an arm blade out long enough to cut the neck of his t-shirt. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise, just as she took hold of his t-shirt neck with both hands and did what she’d been dying to do. She ripped it in half, finally baring his magnificent chest.
He licked his lips, breath catching as she tore his clothes in her impatience. He’d already dropped his shirt on the kitchen floor. He yanked off the remaining scrap of t-shirt cloth before pulling her into his arms, mouth meeting hers in a devouring kiss.
She wrapped her legs around him, but let her body down lower, so her wet sensitive sex rubbed against the hard bulge, straining the taught fabric of his pants.
He groaned into her mouth. As he carried her toward the bedroom, he tried to toe off his dress shoes.
Liliana undulated against him, feeling her center rub almost painfully against the hardness under the rough cloth. Her peaked nipples were tickled by hair as they touched the muscular glory of his chest.
A startled grunt escaped him as he stumbled, throwing a hand out to catch himself against a wall. He staggered into his bedroom. His knees hit his big bed blindly, making him fall forward with her bouncing and laughing underneath him.
She’d made her suave prince more than a little clumsy.
Alexander growled at her as he fumbled with his belt. He shoved his pants down and off.
The sparkle of amusement in his aura told her he thought it was funny, too, but was too intensely aroused to laugh. He leaned over her on his elbows. His body nudged against her center.
Liliana’s smile fell away. She reached down between them, grasping him, so she could move his tip against her clit a few times to glory in the sensation.
He groaned. All his weight rested on one elbow as he grasped her arm. “I can’t take much of that.” His deep voice had gone husky and rough.
“I can take all of that,” Liliana countered. Her hand encircled him. She stroked along the velvet skin over rock hard length. Positioning him at her entrance, she said, “Give me all.”
Alexander swallowed, face inches from hers. He stared down at her eyes as his hips shifted slowly forward, careful, despite the shudder running through his entire body. “I’m not a small man. I could hurt you.”
Liliana grinned, for once, delighted to lose herself in his dark eyes. “I’m tougher than I look.”
He huffed a chuckle. “You certainly are.” His face went serious for a moment. He gently pushed a lock of hair off her cheek. Shining white shone in the center of him again. His soul reminded her of the rose in the vase on her desk at home, pure white in the center with scarlet surrounding in overlapping waves of vibrant color.
He kissed her, soft and tender. Then he pulled back to watch her face as he pushed into her, little by little.
As his broad shaft entered her, she closed all but her human eyes. The delicious sensation was almost overwhelming. Through slitted eyes and lashes, she watched her prince’s handsome face, jaw clenched hard, fighting for control that had always seemed to come so easily to him.
She opened her hips as wide as she could to take him in. He was a big man, as he said. He stretched her deliciously. She had a weird, momentary image flash, just in her memory since her fourth eyes were closed. Her older sister, Isabella, intoxicated the night before her wedding, giggled with young Liliana. She whispered that spider seers were built to handle powerful men, the bigger the man, the better. The drunken Isabella told her baby sister more than the adolescent spider-kin ever wanted to know about how large her soon-to-be brother-in-law, Rizki, was in areas she never wanted to think about in relationship to the Komodo dragon-kin.
Liliana grinned at her prince, being so careful not to hurt her even as he shuddered with need. She palmed one truly exceptional butt cheek with each hand, hooked her ankles around the backs of his legs and pulled him in.
He slid smoothly into her slick channel, as deep as she wanted.
Alexander squeaked, higher pitched than any sound she’d ever heard him make. He looked at her, eyes wide.
“I can take all of you,” she said. She undulated her hips, moving him inside her. Her voice went breathier when she added, “I want all of you.” She moved her hips again. “Don’t hold back.”
He groaned. “You amaze me. Just when I think you can’t be any more …”
“Talk less. Move more.” Liliana ground against him again.
He chuckled, which felt really interesting. “Happy to oblige, my lady.” Then, finally, he started to move, long slow withdrawal, then a slow plunge into her again.
“Oh.” So intense, so much. All of it at once. Perfect. “More.”
He did it again, then again, each time pulling out a little faster and plunging in hard enough she would probably have bruises from his hip bones hitting her inner thighs.
It was so much better than just biting him.
Liliana hooked her arms under his, around his chest and back. She held on as her magnificent man pushed into her, hitting her sensitive clit with every thrust. Sweat slicked the skin of his back under her hands. His muscles bunched and rolled beneath her fingers. His body brutally pushed hers to limits she’d never felt before.
She rocked her hips to meet him. Her body matched his rhythm so each hard thrust penetrated as deep as she could get it.
This man should be mine. Will be mine. I want him forever.
“Mine,” she murmured. Mine, mine, mine. Her body gloried in the feel of him filling her. He pushed her toward more and more pleasure that skated on the edge of pain. She tossed her head and writhed as he thrust, as if they fought. She chased the climbing pleasure.
So good. So good. Almost.
She found it. Liliana threw her head back and yelled as her body bucked. Heat exploded and pulsed through her again, too intense to quietly contain.
Alexander grunted like she’d hit him. His rhythm stuttered as he struggled to push into her body as it squeezed him in a hard drumbeat.
He plunged into her as deep as he could go and shuddered.
She felt him spasming inside her. It set off a second explosion in her when the first hadn’t even finished. “Alexander!”
They groaned and shook together for a long, incredible moment.
Eventually, the spasms slowed to little aftershocks every time they shifted. Finally, the pulses of fire burned down to warm coals that spread liquid relaxation throughout Liliana’s body.
Alexander slid his long arms under her.
She straightened one leg, seeing his intention in his mind.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, so she lay on his broad chest.
Her hands stroked those magnificent pectorals without thought. Despite shredding his shirt to get to them, she still hadn’t gotten to really touch them until now.
He held her close, wordless for a long moment, bodies still joined as he slowly softened inside her.
She propped herself up on one arm so she could look down into his face. Her other hand stroked his chest. Satisfaction colored his soul. The moonlight through the bedroom window silvered the edges of his high cheekbones and forehead on the unscarred side like his face was an artistic portrait in charcoal and chalk. Liliana had never seen anything more beautiful. “Are you sure I can’t bite you?”
He grinned at her, broad, relaxed, and genuine. “You want me to be yours. I heard you.”
“I have never wanted anything or anyone more in my life.” Liliana could not be anything but honest. The truth of the words resonated with every inch of her complete self, cuddled against him. Her heart wanted him. Her body wanted him. Alexander should be hers.
His grin vanished, replaced by something like awe. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone I wanted more either.”
“So, I can bite you?” Liliana felt hope spark. If she bit him, she would never lose him to chance. Fate would be on their side.
He stroked her hair, pulling one of the emerald and diamond hairpins loose that had partially fallen out. He set it on the nightstand without looking. His bright soul darkened with uncertainty and a shading of fear. “No, Little Spider. I know how much you want it. But I don’t think I can allow it.”
Liliana stroked his face reassuringly. “I will only bite you when you are ready, when you are sure that you wish to be mine.” It was odd, but he was the only one who wasn’t sure. Her heart had apparently decided for her without consulting her multi-faceted mind.
The fear and uncertainty cleared from his aura. “What if I want you to be mine, instead?” A hint of smile touched his lips.
“If you are mine, then I am yours, obviously.” Liliana’s hand drifted. She wished she could touch his abs with her fingers, but she was laying on them. As she stroked down his side, he jerked and quivered.
She looked at him with all her eyes. That shouldn’t have hurt.
His lips were tight. His face looked angry. “Don’t.” But his aura sparkled with suppressed laughter.
“You’re ticklish.”
“I am not.” But it was a lie.
She grinned and stroked him in that spot again, squeezing a bit with the tips of her fingers.
He snorted a laugh, muscles bunching, then grabbed at her hand.
She evaded. She managed to squeeze once more, eliciting another laugh that she joined in with, even as he caught her wrists.
He put both wrists in one hand and pushed them over her head so he could find all her ticklish spots with the other.
She squirmed and squealed.
They both laughed until they were breathless and fell asleep in each other’s arms.