Chapter Ten #3
This made him laugh, and the sound of his laughter seemed to vibrate in the still-pulsing depths of me. “I aim to, lass. Lie still. You’re going to like this.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Something I’ve been wanting to do for quite some time. Ever since the very first moment I saw you, in fact, from across the room.” He was easing himself down my body, running his tongue along the line of my hip bone, trailing lower. And closer.
I pushed against his head as I realized what he was doing. “Wait,” I breathed, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.
But his fingers were parting me and he was lowering his mouth to me.
“Kade! Stop.”
He looked up at me, his hair wild and his eyes twinkling. “Why?”
“Don’t do that. You can’t. ’Tis indecent.”
“Good. I like indecent. And so will you.” His head began to lower again, but I squirmed more forcefully, attempting to back away from him. I wasn’t able to budge even one inch. His hold was absolute.
“Nay, I said!” My voice didn’t sound as stern as I’d intended.
His crooked smile both irked me and disarmed me. “And I say aye. You should know that about me. I’m exceedingly indecent. Depraved, even. Debauched, too, upon occasion. You started this, remember. Now lie back this instant, or I’ll be forced to restrain you.”
I paused, remembering. He bound her to the bed. To be sure, the idea of my husband’s domination seemed far less daunting than it once had.
“Lie back, wife. If you deny me the pleasure of tasting you for even one more minute, there’s no telling how I might react.
I’m feeling somewhat overcome with anticipation.
Do as I say.” His devilish smirk left no question as to his intent.
“Let me pleasure you, lass. Let me take control.” The affectionate edge to his voice was enough to see me obeying his command.
I was saturated with desire for him, aye.
I knew he would get his way and I wanted him to have his way with me.
And, while I hadn’t been expecting this, there was no escaping him.
So I lay back, my fingers still entwined in his hair, more gently now.
Kade spread my legs wider. Then he licked into the softness of my hot core, nudging deeply with his tongue. The fire was instant, the pleasure all-consuming. His mouth moved to the tiny nerve center, sucking greedily on my furled flesh with sumptuous absorption.
Slowly, his fingers entered me. I could feel a light, compounding thrill as he rubbed against that wildly sensitive place inside me, once, and again.
Wanting more, I grasped more tightly the fistfuls of his hair, writhing along to his rhythm.
He withdrew his touch abruptly. I whimpered a moan of protest. I tried to relax my quivering, restless body.
After a moment, he seemed satisfied by my submission and he fixed his mouth onto me once again, continuing the enchanting suction of his mouth, entering me again, now with two fingers.
The starry, prickling ecstasy began deep inside me, spurred by the languid pulls of his mouth and the exquisite pressure of his fingers, feeding a cyclical, liquid bloom of sensation.
The pleasure was disabling, maddening, fracturing my consciousness into dreamy shards of light.
Mind-numbing bursts of bliss clenched tightly around his slippery fingers.
His tongue slid and flicked, prolonging the swell until I lay panting and spent.
I felt drowsy and drunk as he continued to kiss my throbbing, most intimate places.
I was barely conscious of his big body lying heavily atop mine. He moved to kiss my face and my hair, smoothing his hand along the long strands. It might have been several minutes later, I wasn’t sure, when I felt the weight of him removed. Time was wistful and vague.
The sound of fabric and the clang of his weapons brought me back to a soft-edged awareness.
He was up and getting dressed.
I rolled to one side, to watch him. “Where are you going?”
“A walk. A swim. I’ll be back later.”
A small stab of panic jabbed against my heart. “Nay,” I said immediately. “Kade. Don’t go. Come back to bed.”
“Sleep now, Stella.” He had slung one of his weapons holsters across his chest, and his trews were on but yet unfastened, low on his hips.
His arousal was so strained and enlarged that I could see the broad tip of it protruding from the linen of his underclothing.
The sight of him did strange things to me.
My pulse was a gentle throb in my chest, and elsewhere, exciting a primitive yearning to get closer to him, to his magnificence and his war-scarred beauty.
I wanted so much to touch him. “I said I’ll be back. Get your rest.”
I sat up, my feet dangling off the side of the bed.
My shift was bunched around my neck, falling to my back, so my body was entirely exposed to him.
This thought barely registered, except perhaps as a necessary detail of what I was already planning to do.
Somewhat irritated by it, I slipped the garment over my head, letting it fall.
I didn’t want him to leave me. Especially not in frustration.
I knew what the consequences of enticing him, of asking him—or begging him—to stay would be. And I was willing.
“I beg of you,” I said. I’ll not force you, nor will I do anything at all that you don’t beg me to do. “Come to me.”
He looked at me warily, as though I were the threat. To his honor and his law.
“You won’t be breaking your word to me, husband,” I assured him. “I want you to. Please don’t leave. Please come to me.”
It was the vulnerable edge to this final soft-spoken entreaty that seemed to break down his defenses.
He walked over to me, still barefoot, shirtless, clad only in a leather strap dripping with knives and his unfastened trews, which revealed more to me, as he drew closer, than I might ever have imagined.
His expression bordered on sulky, guarded.
Yet he came to me, standing several feet from the edge of the bed.
I rose, bridging the divide. I looked up at him, feeling small yet perhaps bolder than I ever had felt.
I reached to unfasten the buckle of the holster draped across his bare chest. He allowed this, and I lifted the weapons from his body, bending to place them on the stone floor.
I was entirely unworldly. I had no idea how to go about any play at seduction, yet I could sense from the look in his light, penetrating eyes that my nakedness, my movement and the fumbling insistence of my hands were working in whatever way I might have intended.
I slid Kade’s bone-handled knife from its scabbard at his hip.
It was heavy and solid in my hands. I took a step back, half sitting against the bed, laying the knife on the furs.
“I have but one weapon left to me,” he said, his voice gravel-edged with passion.
“Come closer,” I whispered, easing myself back up onto to the bed.
He obeyed my request, standing silently at the edge of the bed. I opened my legs so he could move closer, not touching me, yet close enough for me to reach out to him. Tentatively, I pushed at the fabric of his underclothing and his trews, drawing them down lower on his hips to reveal him to me.
I had felt him brush up against me in past nights under the heavy covers and in the total darkness.
Now, with the fire casting its gentle light, I could for the first time marvel, aghast, at the full extent of his manhood.
I had, of course, never seen anything like this and not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined such...
impressiveness. Even in my innocence it was clear that he was gloriously made.
The sight of his body, fully revealed to me, imbued me with a sudden pang of longing, like hunger or thirst.
Carefully, I took him in my hands, marveling at the feel of him.
Like hot silk over rigid stone. He cursed and closed his eyes as my cool fingers explored his full length.
I was fascinated by the surprising textures of him, the softness of his skin, the heat, the generous solidity.
The touch of my curious fingers seemed to have a profound effect on him.
His eyes opened to watch my beguiled study, and their blue light was fiery yet tinted with something deeper: awe perhaps.
Reverence. For the first time, I felt entirely in control.
He was mine, completely. I’ll admit it pleased me, this small power.
It was the first time my femininity felt to me like a strength.
This formidable warrior was wholly at my mercy, just from the light caress of my fingers.
I wanted to work this power, to see where it might take me.
To see what it might do to him. Would he find that sublime, overwhelming rush, as I had?
I had no knowledge of such things, and I wanted to find out.
I increased the pressure of my grasp, sliding my hand along his length, getting a feel for his reaction.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed with lust. His broad chest rose and fell in uneven rasps.
And I was intrigued to find that a bead of moisture had gathered at the tip of his shaft, which was so engorged, it did look, to be certain, as if it might burst at any moment.
Using my hands, I guided him closer, so that the broad end of his jutting manhood was level with my mouth.
Would he allow this? He had used his mouth on me, so perhaps he would, I reasoned.
He made no objection, only growling a loud, exhaling oath as I eased my lips around the tip of him.
The taste of him was so compelling to me, so hypnotically absolute, I could only draw more of him into my mouth, seeking more, licking him with soft, devoted strokes of my tongue.
I waited for him to draw away. But instead of withdrawing, he weaved his fingers around the base of my skull, under my hair, pushing himself farther into my mouth.