Chapter 22
22
I t was their last night together at the resort. In their suite. Maybe the last time they were ever together like this in…forever.
The thought haunted Chaaru as she and DP rode the elevator together. A complete contrast to when they had arrived a week ago. The idea of sharing a suite with him had freaked her out then.
Now, she was in love with him, and they had very little time together.
That he’d asked his travel agent to find him an earlier itinerary shouldn’t have been a surprise either. DP claimed it was because he needed to get home and work through his long to-do list since he barely had a week to leave.
TJ, he said, couldn’t be trusted to get the house cleaned and closed up properly. Plus, all the things he’d have to take care of with the accounting firm while he was gone, and Maggie and health insurance stuff, he added, with a rueful smile.
Maybe all of it was true.
But she also knew that he’d moved his flight up to spare her any awkwardness or to avoid forcing his company on her. He was determined to give her space.
It was all she’d ever wanted from a man, but from him, she craved the opposite. She wanted him to claim her with the same possessiveness she’d felt in his touch, his kisses, the way he pinned her down and pounded into her.
Remembering how he’d made love to her that very afternoon buoyed her sinking spirits. She knew better than anyone that flesh communicated where hearts couldn’t, and minds wouldn’t.
He had wanted her for years and he wanted her now. Every touch spoke of it. And while he finally lived out a long-held dream of his, she would get used to this rollercoaster feeling of being in love. When he returned to her, whenever that was, she would be steady and ready. She would be the best damned life partner he’d ever dreamed of, a woman who could meet his love with the same fervor and devotion.
The resolution filled her with a sudden urgency to taste him, to touch him and to reduce him to the same mindlessness.
She closed the door as soon as he was inside and pushed him against the wall. Then she went for his mouth, pouring every word she couldn’t say into the kiss. Like every contact between them, this one exploded right out of the gate. Desperation tinged it, unlocking any previously held inhibitions. Not that they held anything back from each other when it came to desire.
With a rough, gravelly groan that soothed her, DP wrapped his fingers around her neck, bracketing it like a collar, and devoured her mouth.
There was no other word for it. He nipped and bit her lips and then swooped in with his tongue like he was some medieval marauding beast who’d been finally let loose after centuries of captivity. At least that’s what Sanjana’s latest comic sketch had claimed and it fit this situation so well that Chaaru giggled.
In one blink, DP flipped them until he had her back against the door. “What’s funny?”
“Sanju’s latest comic strip…the beast in it matches you.”
“Is that a good thing?” he asked, and now, when she knew him so well and understood his moods and quirks, she heard the vulnerability in his question.
“Being the beast?” she said, teasing her teeth down his neck. The salt and sweat of his skin spurred her appetite. “He’s ferocious and loyal and sexy and has been pining away for his love in captivity…so you tell me.”
He nipped at her lip again, in punishment for her teasing. When he flicked his tongue over the hurt, she sank into him, pressing herself shamelessly from chest to thigh. His erection was a searing brand against her belly.
“This comic was adult?”
“Yes,” Chaaru said, desire sparking through her like lightning. “Adult and explicit. She specializes in erotica comics. I think the first time Dom saw them, he kinda lost his shit.”
DP laughed. “I didn’t know erotic comics were a thing.”
“Me neither,” Chaaru said, throwing her head back against the wall as he sucked at her neck. “But it’s inspiring at the least.”
His large hands stole under the low neck of her blouse until he was cupping her breast. The rough scrape of his fingers against her nipples had her arching into him. “What does this beast do when he finds his maiden?”
“He takes her up against the wall, with her cheek pressed to the door. From behind. Relentlessly.”
“Without her consent?” he said, his frown ferocious.
“Oh, she gives him consent, all right. Before she frees him, he tells her what he’s going to do to her if she does. She grabs a sledgehammer from the smithy and goes to town on his shackles. You see, she’s spent centuries looking for him too and he was right under her nose.”
His large brown eyes turned thoughtful. “And this scene…turned you on?”
“Not the scene itself, although it was very provocative.”
“What did then?”
“Imagining it with you. Which was the first place my mind went to. Immediately.”
“And here I was, racking my brains about how to make tonight special for you,” he said, his teeth flashing in the cool dark of the room, his smile full of a wicked joy. “Turn around, baby. Your beast wants inside you.”
Eyes wide, breath hitching like a bird flapping itself against a glass wall, Chaaru turned.
“Loosen the belt on the skirt and let it drop.”
“I have very ugly tights underneath it. To avoid chafing,” she said, biting her lip.
“I don’t give a fuck what you have underneath, Char. Only that you let me into your pussy. You said it was mine to do with as I pleased, no?”
Chaaru pressed her heated forehead against the door. How did he get her so hot just with his words? Why did it feel so good to give over control into his hands when she craved it everywhere else? Was that the secret—the complete trust she had in him? And what was this kind of trust if it wasn’t love?
Not that she was questioning the bounty that had landed her here. But in hindsight, it seemed foolish that she hadn’t seen it when she’d let him finger fuck her in the back of the SUV. And in how easily he’d given her what she needed.
“It’s yours,” she said. Forever, she wanted to say, but the word stuck in her throat.
My pussy, my heart, and my soul.
All of it is yours.
All of me is yours.
She gasped when he pulled her close and rubbed his erection against her buttocks. Her mouth dried up as he kicked her feet apart and dry humped her with such force that her breasts dragged against the cool wood and their bodies thumped against the door.
Her nipples tightened painfully.
“Something like that?” he said, tugging her earlobe with his teeth.
“Yes.”
“Then do as you’re told, baby.”
She undid the knot of her lehenga and pushed it down past her hips. The sheer, belly flattening shape-wear she had on was relatively nude for her brown skin. Already she could feel the deep gouge the tight fabric left on her flesh.
“It should be a crime to do this to yourself,” DP said, patiently rolling down the tight edges of the shape wear. “Don’t move.”
Her belly popped out from under the crushing fabric, breath rushing into her.
Sinking to his knees, DP kissed every inch of the abused flesh he uncovered, cursing the entire fashion industry, and the world, for good measure. Joy spread through Chaaru, washing away the bitter taste of having to say goodbye to him in a few hours.
Then he lifted her legs, one foot at a time, to pull it off. His fingers on her ankles felt like the best kind of shackles. “Are you okay to keep the heels?” he said, running his fingers up her legs to trace the lace against her ass cheeks. The panties were outrageously expensive, but going by his pithy curse, they were worth every cent.
Cheek pressed against the wood, Chaaru smiled. “Do you want me to?”
“God, yes,” he said, kneading the globes of her ass with his hands. “This lace, these heels and those legs…I feel like that beast, Char.”
“I was hoping for that,” she said, feeling like melting wax all over.
“Yeah?” he said. His fingers played with the lace right before he dug his teeth into the dimpled flesh. A rough moan rattled out of her at the pain and the accompanying zing of pleasure pooling at her pussy.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. I need to get you ready for my beast of a cock.”
Dutifully, she did. His breaths hit her trembling inner thighs and then her damp folds. Anticipation mounted, making a mess of her own breaths. There was nothing to do but hold on to the door.
The swipe of his tongue over her slit with a relishing sound at the back of his throat lit a fire through her. “Ready for me, baby?” he said, pumping a finger in, then two.
“All evening,” she said, chasing his fingers with her entire pelvis.
One day, she’d beg him to go to sleep with his fingers inside her. Or maybe his cock, so that he could have her whenever he wanted a snack. Like in the middle of the night. The filthy thought and the utter trust that he’d be into it just as much made her pussy clench and release eagerly.
“Fuck, Char, you’re dripping. Whatever just went through your head, hold onto that.”
“It’s another filthy fantasy just for us.”
“No more complaints about it hurting, then. You’ll take it like a good girl? See me off properly?”
Fantasy and reality merged, her body and her heart both stuttering at his hands and words. “Yes. Whatever you want from me, DP. Make me remember.”
Whiplash claimed her senses as he kept the pad of his tongue at her clit, all the while plunging his fingers relentlessly. When he added a third one and hooked it inside of her, the tight coil of tension that had been building all evening snapped and she came with a panting, broken moan. Somehow, she muffled most of it against the door. The aftershocks of her orgasm went on forever as DP kept licking her sensitive clit.
She held on to the door as he shot to his feet. Even in that jelly-kneed state, she could appreciate his thoughtfulness in drenching her pussy in lube. He kept one hand on her shoulder and the other stroked down her breasts and belly and her hips, inflaming her all over again. His fingers played with her nipples, rolling and pinching, tuning her up. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“I’m always ready for you.” The words were a serrated whisper, an entreaty and a promise.
He probed her entrance with the head of his cock and she dug her teeth into his arm to keep her whimper inside. With his forearm against her chest holding her still for him, he thrust into her in one powerful motion. Shoving her upward against the door.
She threw her head back against his shoulder with a rattling moan, feeling the burn and clenching down on his thick length, anyway.
“Christ, you clench me like you were made for me,” he said, his fingers squeezing her flesh with a possessiveness that was like fuel to her flame.
And then there was no stopping the beast after that. Her beast.
His hips bore her down into the door as DP pounded into her. With fast, shallow strokes. And just when she caught the rhythm and waited for it, he switched it up to deep, slow strokes that made her beg him to go fast again.
On and on, he tormented her, and the feverish, greedy need to come coalesced in her pussy again. Mouth open against the wood, she moaned and writhed.
“Rub your clit,” DP said, his breath pumping in uneven rhythm. “Get yourself off.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered, even as she wanted to.
“You can, baby girl. Pinch it, rub it. Do whatever you need to. But I’m not going over without you, Char. Not this time. Not this last time,” he said, quickening his thrusts again.
And there it was, the nail in the coffin that she’d been dreading. This wouldn’t be the last time, she vowed to herself, but the desperation and the urgency and the need were all there.
Two months, she’d have to go two long months without seeing him. Without touching and kissing him. Without knowing his utter possession.
Without being his.
Chaaru found her clit and pinched it between her fingers, just as DP scissored his own around her nipple. His thrusts and his touch and his lips got rougher and firmer, his words when he spoke full of that stern warning she loved so much. “Come for me, sweetheart. Milk my cock. Give me this, Char, and next time, I’ll let you sit on my face and wring out every inch of that sweet, salty musk.”
His filthy words and his fervent promises pushed her that last inch. His teeth sinking into her pulse plunged her deep all over again. Her orgasm was small but fiery, wrecking her sensitive clit, and it toppled him towards his own.
He came with a growl that shivered down her spine, his hips lifting her off her feet and pinning her to the door. Chaaru squeezed him as if she could hold him there forever. Her heart thrashed in her chest, begging her, urging her to say the words.
But she couldn’t. No, she wouldn’t.
She wouldn’t let her need for him, her love for him, become another shackle just when he was doing something for himself.
Only when he returned, when he saw the resolve in her eyes, when he understood that she wasn’t clouded by damn good sex or fear of losing him would he see that she’d fallen in love with him.
That she was his, just as he had been hers, for so long.
“Fuck, Char,” he said, stilling inside her. His powerful body draped over her like a blanket, his breaths warm gusts of air over her neck. “You and your fantasies…is it any wonder I don’t need to dream up any? Keeping you satisfied is more than enough.”
“Yeah?” she said, sinking her fingers into his sweaty hair and pulling it until she could reach his lips. Then she kissed him, licking away the sweat and her own taste from his mouth. Willing him to hold her in his heart just for a little longer.
Slowly, gently, he pulled out of her, and cum leaked down her thighs. “You want to get into the claw-foot tub and wash this off?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hid her face in his chest. “Yes, please. And then, maybe I could go on my knees for you.”
“You aren’t tired?”
“Motivated, more than anything,” she said, nipping his neck. “There will be beautiful women on this trip, no? I’m hoping you’ll remember my face and your cock in my mouth if you’re…distracted by any of them.”
He tucked his chin on top of her head, his hands roaming restlessly over her hips. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” he whispered the words into her sweaty hair. But Chaaru heard them anyway. Fiery satisfaction swept through her.
Hands under her thighs, he picked her up, and she tangled her arms around his neck, breathing him in. Storing away the feel and taste and scent of him. Willing her heart to be patient and strong, just one more time. Just for him.
If he could wait twenty years for her, she could damn well wait two months for him.
He was worth it.