Dark Promises(41)

He lowered his head again, and her breath was trapped in her throat as his large hands went to her inner thighs to spread her legs open for him. Wide. So wide. So exposed. So vulnerable. She cried out, trying not to writhe against the carpet. Trying to do what he wanted but just lying there so exposed to his fierce, lust-filled, hot gaze nearly destroyed her.

His hands felt rough and hard against her soft inner thighs and she heard a soft moan escape, the only evidence that she could still breathe. She couldn’t take her eyes from him, from the harsh lust etched there in his face, so sensual, so raw and beautiful. His fingers moved close to her center and she gasped. Whimpered. Struggled to stay still when she needed him inside of her, putting out the terrible fire that he’d built. That was still building.

Then his mouth was on her. Right there. His tongue stabbed deep, then circled her hard, little tight bud in torturous circles. Then he lapped at her, lapped at the cream spilling from her body. There was no way to stay still. Her hips bucked, jerked. She arched her back, pressed tighter against his mouth. She desperately needed to hold on to something to keep from screaming and flying apart, so her hands settled in his hair, fists bunching that thick silk tightly.

Aleksei didn’t protest or snarl at her movements this time. He gripped her thighs in his strong hands, an unbreakable grip holding her open to him as he devoured her. Gabrielle was afraid her heart would burst it was pounding so hard. The pleasure was so intense, it skirted the edges of pain. His mouth was relentless, taking what he wanted, driving her ruthlessly up until she was shaking with need. Pleading. Begging him. Terrified she was going to lose her mind.

His breathing was harsh, ragged, his face a mask of pure sensuality. His mouth suckled, his tongue flickering over her clit, and the fire rushed over her. Before it consumed her, he pulled his mouth away, his eyes piercing hers. Dark. Glittering. Filled with lust. With hunger.

“Who is with you, Gabrielle? Who is giving this much pleasure to you?”

Pleasure? She wasn’t certain that pleasure was the word she would use. The sensation was too intense, skating too close to pain. Still, she didn’t want him to stop.

His fingers plunged into her aching, melting flesh. Her head tossed back and forth. “Aleksei.” She managed to gasp out his name, only it came out like a plea. “You have to stop. Stop.”

“O köd belső.” He spat the curse out in his ancient language, fury burning in his eyes, heightening the lust there.

His mouth was on her immediately, his tongue flickering and laving, his mouth relentless, sending her crashing over the edge. She bucked, her low cries filling the room. He didn’t stop. Didn’t give her time to recover. His tongue drew the honey from her body, drew her clit into his mouth and attacked the raging nerve endings even harder. Even rougher. More insistently.

She bucked her body, trying to move his head. He was building the fire inside of her, too hot. Too fast. Pushing her too high. When his hands held her hips still, she tried pulling his head away from her by using his hair. He snarled at her. Like an animal. A wild, feral creature. His mouth never stopped feasting on her. Ravenous. Devouring her. Sending more sensations crashing through her.

She cried out, needing more. Feeling desperate. She tugged at his hair. “Please. Aleksei. I need you. Right now.” Because she was unraveling. Coming apart. Feeling empty. She needed more.

His tongue stabbed deep and her sheath convulsed. The shock waves spread out from her core throughout her body. Up to her heaving breasts. Down to her jumping thighs. She opened her mouth to scream but another wave hit her, this one stronger than the last and she couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t think. She just fragmented and still, it wasn’t enough.

Aleksei rose above her, holding her thighs apart, his face a harsh mask as he lodged the broad crown of his heavy cock in her entrance. She tried to push down, tried to impale herself on him.

“Are you going to tell me to stop now?” he demanded. His voice and hands were rough. He bit the words out on a snarl, his teeth white and bared. He appeared untamed, dominant, totally savage. The devil himself. And she couldn’t resist him.

She bit her lip, her gaze clinging to his. She shook her head, and he pushed deeper. It burned. It stung. She gasped as he slowly invaded her body, stretching her impossibly. She mewed softly, insanely and turned her head away from him. He stopped advancing. She could feel him inside her, pushing against the tight muscles, forcing her body to accommodate his. It was sexy. Sensual. Erotic. And it definitely was somewhere between pain and pleasure. She couldn’t decide which, but she didn’t want him to stop.