Chapter 26 #2
Lean fingers wrapped her throat from behind, splaying wide to cover as much skin as he could. His hold was firm, yet gentle, his thumb pressing a pulse point beneath her jaw.
“Kendra,” Reyne whispered her name with a silky purr. His mouth lightly touched her ear. His tongue lapped her lobe in a long, sensual stroke before he continued trailing hot, moist kisses down her nape, to the slope above her collarbone.
He licked, nibbled and sucked.
Kendra’s toes curled. Her pulse leapt with searing anticipation. “Reyne. what are you doing?”
“Claiming my reward,” he murmured as his roughened palm slid up to cup her jaw. He turned her face to the side, towards his. His lips lightly covered hers in a brief sensual caress that fused their mouths together.
Her stomach fluttered as she melted against him and her pulse leapt to a dizzying pace. She hungered for more. “Tell me what to do.”
“Turn to me." he instructed in a deep husky rasp that made her stomach flip. "And straddle me.”
Kendra spun. The moment she faced him, Reyne yanked her over his lap so that her knees landed on both side of his thighs. He buried his lean fingers in her mass of hair while his steel gaze, darkened with desire, latched onto hers.
“I have wanted to kiss you since the moment I first saw you on the Armathea.” His mouth slanted over hers, not quite rough, but not gentle either.
His tongue teased her lips, coaxing her to open for him.
Lost in a wave of desire, she kissed him back, gasping when his tongue touched hers for the first time. She clutched him, her nails digging into his back of his corded neck.
She felt mindless.
Adrift.
With a rough groan that vibrated, he tightened his grip on her hair and deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging and mating with hers in a sensual rhythm that set her heart pounding.
Heat pooled between her thighs.
“This is why I have resisted kissing you,” Reyne breathed hotly into her mouth. “Because I knew that once I tasted you, I would be completely lost.”
He nibbled her lower lip, then dragged his mouth from her swollen lips to trail a searing path down the sensitive skin of her neck, to her collarbone. Kendra arched, moaned and tossed her head back, exposing her throat to his needy mouth.
She clutched his thick ebony hair, encouraging him.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do right now?” he purred while he kissed and sucked the swell of her breasts. “What this dark lust raging inside me wants to do?”
Her breath caught and her overly sensitive core felt the hardened length of his arousal press and rock against her. “Tell me.” she pleaded—not knowing or caring what her body was begging for.
Reyne’s deep growl vibrated against her flesh while he tugged her hair.
“My dark lust wants to roughly twist this glorious mane around my fist, while I shove your delectable body against the nearest tree, forcing your legs to clutch my hips while I bury my hardened cock deep inside you in one…swift…hard…thrust.”
She shivered and her eyes fluttered closed, her mind imagining what Reyne’s domination would feel like.
“I wouldn’t care if I hurt you,” he rasped and bit into her flesh.
“I would thrust into you again and again, until you moaned helplessly with desire and screamed my name, begging me to stop, yet pleading for me to go deeper at the same time. I would make you breathless with need. Incoherent. Panting. Lost to everything except the exquisite feel of my cock buried deep inside you until we both soar together, then shatter into a million delicious pieces.”
The erotic picture he created excited her in a way she had never experienced.
“Is there another side?” she asked in a haze. She shifted her gaze to peer deeply into his intense, stormy and hooded grey eyes,
The hint of a wicked smile twisted his lips. “Ahh, that side. It wants to lay you on this bedroll behind us, spread your legs wide while I leisurely feast on your woman’s flesh.”
Kendra squirmed. “Reyne.”
“Shh, close your eyes. Listen to my voice and feel.”
Her eyes fluttered and closed.
“I’d first start to suckle here.” Reyne’s calloused palm grazed her breasts. Her nipple hardened to a pebble beneath his lingering touch. “Then I would lick and kiss every sensitive part of your body.”
His touch skimmed her stomach, her navel. Then slid lower until his palm cupped the junction between legs. Even though she wore clothing, she felt the pressure of his firm grasp.
It felt both shocking and arousing.
“I would devour you.” He spread his thighs, spreading hers at the same time. “Here.”
Kendra whimpered in pleasure when his palm clutched her hard, his fingernails digging into the edge of her ass cheeks while his thumb rubbed her core in slow, erotic circles.
She moaned, seizing his head and digging her fingers deeply into his silky, damp hair.
“I would devour you until my mouth was covered with your taste, your scent, your very essence,” he continued in a husky voice thick with lust. “I would slide my finger deep inside, preparing you for my cock, while my tongue stroked and teased you until you were quivering with a need that only my touch could ever satisfy.”
Kendra’s senses were lit on fire. The pleasure she felt between her thighs almost sent her over an unknown edge. A precipice. The urge to rub against his palm and plead with him to tighten his grip was instinctual and raw.
Dark or Light. Good or bad. She didn’t care. Her body demanded both in equal measures. “Then what?”
“Then…” He nipped her collarbone. “I would pick you up and fuck you against the nearest tree.”
Kendra’s head fell back, her body aching with some unknown need. Some foreign ache.
“But I won’t do either.” Reyne tugged his hand away with a savage curse.
Kendra felt the loss of friction. Emptiness. It was almost unbelievable that he had teased her and then withdrew, leaving her ready to beg for his touch.
“Why?” she whispered, attempting to force the disappointment from her tone.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Because you are my captive and although I’m on fire for want of you.
Rock hard. Lust pounding so fierce I can’t think straight.
I have never forced myself on a captive.
But I want to. So. Damn. Much. It’s fucking torture.
” He thrust his hips so that his hardened arousal drove against her core.
“This insane desire. This insane need for you…but it’s a line I just can’t cross. ”
Forced? Reyne was so wrong. In that moment, Kendra would willingly join herself to him in whatever wicked way he desired. The nearest tree. The bedroll laid out behind him.
It didn’t matter that he was her captor. Or that he was Ramachii, her sworn enemy.
His touch was akin to an intoxicating drug. One taste and she craved more. But Kendra refused to beg. Or would she? At this moment, she absolutely would.
Reyne cupped her face and kissed her again. Slow and lazy this time, his lips moist and velvety soft. He leaned back on the bedroll, pulling her over him, letting her freshly brushed waves cover them both like a silky curtain.
“Reyne, I want this, I want you,” she pleaded, looking deep into his desire-laden gaze. “Please.”
His thumbs caressed her cheeks with long, lazy strokes. “I know dragostea mea. But if I make you mine, I’ll never be able to let you go. Understand?”
Without giving her a chance to respond, his lips seared hers again, branding her. She understood his dilemma yet hated him for offering her a taste of heaven. Or maybe it was sin? Or perhaps both. Then denying her the wicked pleasure he promised.
She wanted to protest, beg even.
Instead, she returned his kiss with a fevered passion. One arm slid up her back. He fisted her hair with a tug that sent a jolt of pleasure to her core, while the other anchored her tight against his bare chest.
Time seemed suspended as they continued to kiss and explore each other.
Eventually, Reyne’s roughened palm slid inside her pants. One finger slid into her slickness, stretching her. His calloused thumb teased her sensitive clit with rhythmic circles while his fingers stroked a spot deep inside her that took her to the edge.
Her legs began to quiver, and she moaned his name incoherently, “Reyne... I... I…”
“That’s it. Let go. Fly.”
He removed his finger. Kendra was about to beg him not to tease her again, when he slid it back, rougher. Deeper.
She moaned as a wave of building sensations washed over her. Her inner flesh clenched down. She was close to something foreign, something dark, and oh so pleasurable.
“Come for me, dragostea mea,” his husky voice demanded when she began to pant and tremble. His mouth crushed hers just as he pushed a second finger inside her, burying his knuckles as deep as her tightness would allow.
Kendra bucked against the new invasion, not sure if she wanted him to withdraw or go deeper. Her body instinctively demanded deeper.
She moaned into their kiss.
His thumb rubbed her clit with delicious circular pressure.
“Reyne,” She screamed his name as her first climax pushed her over the precipice of bliss.
She soared and shattered, just as he promised she would.
Once the erotic waves subsided, she slumped against him, her cheek resting against his chest in sated contentment. His heartbeat pounded against her ear. The steady rhythm was drugging and pulled her towards sleep.
Reyne held her and stroked her hair, her back. “Good girl,” he praised as he kissed the top of her head.
Sometime later, as the fire burned down to hot embers and the nocturnal wildlife leapt to life, they both drifted to sleep, wrapped in a tight, tangled embrace.
Something woke Kendra. A slight noise like a twig snap, or perhaps a breeze. She glanced around the camp in the dim morning light and then she saw it. A creature. Not a creature, but a small humanoid-like being with small button-sized horns and greyish-green skin.
A grobet—In the flesh.
Kendra felt a wave of excitement.
It sat on the ground, a rough burlap between its knees. It wore a coarsely spun robe that covered all but its hands and head. It opened the sack, revealing a full-sized milky smooth moonstone. An archive.
Just like the ones in the temple.
She carefully detangled her limbs from Reyne and sat up. What did it want? And why bring a moonstone? Here? To them?
As if answering her unspoken question, the grobet pointed gnarled finger towards at a snoring Reyne.
“What about Reyne?” she questioned in a soft whisper, not wanting to wake him.
He pointed at her, then Reyne again, and back to the moonstone.
Kendra frowned, trying to comprehend what the little grobet wanted. “You want me to ask about Reyne?”
The horned creature bobbed its head and grinned, revealing a row of pointy white teeth. It reached for the moonstone, its palm hovering above it. He pointed at her hand and back to Reyne.
Ah, Kendra knew exactly what it wanted. They say that if you touched the archive, it would reveal whatever was asked, and sometimes even allowed the viewer to feel emotions and thoughts.
But did she dare ask it about Reyne?
Of course. She would dare anything to learn about Reyne’s past.
Kendra drew in a deep breath and reached for the smooth orb with her open palm.
“Kendra, no,” Reyne barked from behind her.
Several things happened simultaneously, almost in slow motion.
Reyne’s palm crashed over hers, his fingertips connecting with the moonstone’s surface at the exact same moment her palm pressed against it and Kendra blurted, “Show me Reyne.”
A bright light exploded, blinding her, until her mind’s eye transported her to another realm, another time.