Bond of Hatred(47)
The shock of even that brief separation had chilled her. She shifted across the bed so fast, she made it in record time.
Alex tugged her down on top of him and curved two lean hands to her cheekbones. 'At last,' he breathed, as conscious of that tiny instant of surrender as she was. 'Don't ever deny me again.'
She felt his power over her and her mind recoiled from that reality. It was just sex and if she really wanted to fight it she could—of course she could, a voice inside her head protested. But she trembled in his grasp, sentenced to stillness by the charismatic lure of his magnetic gaze. He held her there by sheer force of superior will.
'Ever,' he repeated persistently.Utter surrender, that was what he demanded. She knew it, she hated it and yet she still did not fight him.
'And you'll find out just how generous a lover I can be,' Alex completed.
Her brain had turned to mush. A long-fingered hand was skating down her arching throat into the valley between her breasts. His thumb rubbed against a painfully taut nipple and she gasped, quivered, closed her eyes tightly against the intrusion of his. He pulled her up over him and suddenly curved his mouth to that betraying peak, the silk providing a quite inadequate barrier.#p#分页标题#e#
Sarah moaned in a crazy mixture of shame and excitement. Impatient hands trailed down the straps, baring her breasts. She tensing, and her eyes flew open. He engulfed a thrusting pink bud with the heat of his mouth and she cried out, lashed and tormented by sensation, the image of his dark head against her breasts forever imprinted inside her head.
Alex spread her flat and she was breathing as though she had run a mile in a minute, boneless as a rag doll. He touched her, shaped her, caressed her and moved down her quivering length with his tormenting mouth and the kind of erotic expertise she was defenceless against.
He ran the tip of his tongue across her stomach and her thighs parted involuntarily, an ache that was sudden agony stirring and making her clutch at his hair with near frantic fingers. He knew where she ached and she stiffened in sudden shock as he touched her but, before she could obey an instinctive impulse to jerk away, his hands curved over her thighs, imprisoning her.
'No... not that...' she gasped.
But he didn't pay any attention to that stifled plea, and a moment later she was lost, possessed by a desire so all-encompassing, she couldn't even vocalise through it. The impossibly intimate explorations Alex was sub-jecting her to reduced her to a quivering, whimpering state of mindlessness quite unequalled in her slender experience.
Pleasure and the pursuit of it engulfed her in the screaming demands of her own body. She moaned, she jerked, she burned, the victim of a consuming hunger that made her nails scrape down the sheet beneath her and every part of her blaze with unbearable heat. And just when she was on the torturous edge of the fulfilment she craved Alex moved over her and drove into th. honeyed welcome he had prepared for himself. Instantaneously she was thrown into a climax that threw her shivering body into spasm after spasm of hot, drugging glorious pleasure.
Alex was watching her when she surfaced again to tht world she had left behind. Dazedly, her lashes fluttered on the brilliance of his smile. He thrust into her again, slowly, purposefully, and she shut her eyes, shattered to feel the electrifying excitement awakening afresh. He made love as if there were no tomorrow and she was overwhelmed because she never ever wanted tomorrow to come. The pleasure went on and on and on and the second time she hit the same heights of fulfilment it was even better...
Sarah surfaced in the tumbled bed, wondered what day it was, where she was, who she was... Five hours in bed with Alex had made her more than a little uncertain. She had a vague memory of him dressing before she fell asleep. Dressing in haste but not so fast that he hadn't had time to survey with satisfaction the plundered, witless female still lying in his bed.
Sarah cringed. Alex had strolled out of his bedroom, positively re-energised by the completeness of her surrender. And she had smiled dizzily back at him with what lingering energy remained to her, possessed of an utterlyappalling belief that Alex was so incredibly wonderful that she was blessed above all other living women.
Passion killed her intelligence. In bed, she didn't think with Alex, she merely functioned like some sort of passion toy, programmed solely to give and receive pleasure. And she didn't think she could blame her response on a teenage experience of rejection any more. It wasn't that simple. She was falling in love with Alex, falling like a brick from the top of a high building, her feelings rushing faster and faster as she headed for sure and certain devastation when she hit the ground.