Forbidden Craving(92)

"You taste like heaven," Joachim said.

In her mind, his big hands circled her and urged her to straighten, allowing his fingers to sink into her moist, hot center. Yes, oh, yes!

Why had she tied him? she mused.

He sucked her nipple with delicious force.

"Yes," she gasped out, unable to say anything else. "Yes."

"Do you want me to lick between your legs?"

"Yes." She didn't try to deny it or play coy. She wanted Joachim's mouth there. She wanted it fiercely. Madly.

"Come here," Joachim said. Sweat beaded his brow. His jaw was tense.

She crawled forward until she was poised over his face, the apex of her thighs mere inches from his beautiful lips.

"Lower," he commanded, a rough snarl.

"Joachim," she said, sinking into him and in the next instant he devoured her with tongue, lip and teeth.

She screamed at the intense sensation, the heady pleasure. Her hips ground against him.

"Come, Brenna. Come for me," he said, and she obeyed.

Her pleasure exploded. Erupted. Her entire body shook and trembled with her climax, propelling her to new heights. Joachim drank her up until she thought she could take no more.

"Take me," he said. "Put me inside you."

Limbs weak, she straddled his waist without hesitation. As she rose up, she placed his shaft at her entrance.

Am I ready for this?

Her gaze met Joachim's. His lids were half-closed His pupils completely overshadowed his irises. His lips were stretched taut over his teeth. Sweat glistened on his skin, and a pleasure flush darkened his cheeks.

This man...he was all in. Metaphorically speaking.

I'm ready.

"What about a condom?" she asked. 

"Can't get you pregnant."

Now? Or ever?

Whatever! They'd work out the particulars later.

She sank down on him, accepting every inch he had to give.

All in, literally now, she thought, and wanted to burst out with a joyous laugh. He was big, and it had been so long. He stretched her, but it was a wonderful feeling. For the first time in years, she was alive.

"Joachim..."

He roared.

She rose up, panting his name. "Joachim." She slid down. "My Joachim."

She was safe. She was sated-and she would soon find release again. Her nerve endings were already sparking with renewed life.

"My Brenna. Faster. Go faster."

She anchored her hands on his chest. Their faces were inches apart, his breath a part of hers and her breath a part of his.

"Kiss me," he said. "Please."

Her mouth meshed against his, and she gasped in pleasure; he swallowed the sound. Hard, hot, gentle, fast, slow, his tongue sparred with hers and she rode him, meeting his tempo. Total ravishment. Total bliss.

The kiss became savage, and in turn, the loving became savage. Her teeth banged his; her body slammed up and down. She purred and groaned and gasped some more.

"That's it," Joachim praised. "Take it all."

"Yes."

"No more fear."

"No more," she panted.

"Come for me, sweet." He nipped her collarbone. He strained against his bonds. "Show me how much you like having me inside you."

At that point, she could no longer hold back, could not prolong the pleasure. She erupted for the second time, the new orgasm so intense a black web clouded her vision. She was dying slowly, quickly, unable to breathe, yet so alive she could have stayed exactly where she was forever.

"Joachim," she screamed, and for once she didn't care how broken her voice sounded.

"Brenna." He roared loud and long and reared up, sinking deep, deeper than she'd ever thought possible.

When he stopped shuddering against her, he collapsed on the mattress and she collapsed onto his chest.

"Thank you," she panted. "Thank you."

"Untie me," he ordered harshly.

She didn't think to deny him-though she would bet he could have busted free very easily. Blindly she reached up and removed the bonds. His arms instantly wrapped around her, pulling her close and holding her tightly, cherishing her.

"No more fear with me," he said again.

"No more," she agreed. She would have agreed with anything he said just then. Marry him-yes. Be his slave-well, maybe. His heat surrounded her, enveloped her, beckoned her.

"Mine," he said.

"Yours," she breathed. "Joachim's." Her eyes closed, her lids growing heavier and heavier with every second that passed. Sleep summoned, a peaceful sleep she'd needed for so long but had been too afraid to take. "Don't let me go."

"Never."




 

 

As oblivion claimed her, she was smiling.



SHIVAWN STOOD IN the hallway for a long while. He wished Brenna had chosen him, but it had been Joachim her eyes had heated for. Joachim she'd probably wanted all along. He was angry, so very angry. She was beautiful, passionate and kind. But she wasn't his. He knew that now. No matter how much pleasure Shivawn could have given her, no matter how safe he could have made her feel, she would always have wanted Joachim.