My freaking hell…
No doubt about it; it’s surely where I’m going now.
Because how is it going to be humanly possible to tell him at this point? Not now, after everything he’s done to me. Every magnificent thing…
My whole body vibrates, blatantly confirming it. I’m naked but unashamed. Bared but emboldened. Perspiration glows along my limbs, reflected as decadent dew in the depths of Bastien De Leon’s eyes.
Holy crap, how I want him. And how I know he wants me.
Then what on earth is he waiting for?
If he doesn’t make a move in another ten seconds, I’ll be more than happy to. Though I doubt he’ll complain, it’s still a weird concept. Yes, we may still be strangers—kind of, sort of—but he doesn’t strike me as the kind of man to rest on his very fine haunches.
And oh God…he doesn’t.
“Ahhh!” I’m not ready for the sudden splay of his palms on the spheres of my ass. The cry tumbles out a second time as he grips me harder, using the purchase to hoist me fully off my feet. Instinctively, I circle my legs around his waist. Inwardly, I throw a thousand celebrations about it.
Allie and Drue never stop teasing about my fixation with steamy moves like this, calling them my “in another reality with that romance cover model” dreams.
If they could see me now.
With a dark desperado who’s better than a thousand steamy novel covers. Who’s already ticked off a dozen of the sexiest moves from my fictional favorites—joined by yet another, as he spins around and launches us both onto the big, waiting bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
BASTIEN
I should have done this sooner.
But I hesitated, direly afraid to smash our dream by unleashing my full passion on her. I should have remembered that banked fires often burn the hottest. That restraining the hammer of my lust would only cure it into a mallet of unstoppable need. That it would be forged by my worship for this woman. The forever goddess in my soul.
The delusion I truly must be having…
Yet if this is delusion, let me never know sanity again.
Let me never remember how I had to leave her in a puddle of her own blood. How I never had time to put a diamond on her finger and call her mine before the world. How I watched every flicker of life disappear from her eyes…
Vitality that glows again at me, so perfect and whole. That flows through every naked inch of the writhing curves beneath me. Doing things to me.
By every saint I can no longer recall, the things she is doing to me…
“Oh!”
With every hot, hypnotizing repetition of that sole syllable…
“Oh no or oh yes, my sweet lily?”
My question elicits a response I have not predicted. Not in my dirtiest fantasies.
“How about you and this awesome cock trying for both?” she proposes, delving a hand beneath the flap of my britches.
While I flounder through my mind for an answering groan, she wraps her other palm around my backside, scratching my flesh with her urgent grip.
“Well,” I finally choke back. “How about that being an excellent idea?”
She laughs, washing my jawline with her soft, sultry breath. “There are many more where that came from, your lordy dukeship of everyth—”
She slices in on herself with a tiny shriek that is, unbelievably, more arousing than her banter. It spills from her again as I slide inside her with a harder thrust. Our flesh slaps. My senses turn to star fire.
“My holy God,” I grate. “Already so deep. Already so tight in your greedy glove.”
More of that riveting fire in her eyes, the green depths like an otherworldly sky for my stars, before she rasps, “Greedy is right. I don’t want to stop!”
“Then we most certainly will not.”
I twist my hips and celebrate every note of her deeper moans. Then the tighter tugs of her sweet little chatte. Oh, especially those.
“But we have to. Oh, damn it, we have to. I was on the pill until three weeks ago but ditched them out of spite. Just let me up for a second. I’m sure I’ve got a few friendly Trojans stashed in my—”
“Trojans?” I halt my thrusts. Completely. Does she expect me to do anything else after mentioning a stash of men—however thousands of years defunct—that she wishes to retrieve? What kind of a freakish realm has the woman led me to? “And whom, I must request, does this regal cache include? The entire army, or just Hector, Alexander, and Cassandra?”
Her lips quirk.
I cherish every second of the look, preparing for the repartee to follow. The quick wit that entranced me long before the passions of her body.
No swift sarcasm erupts from her. Not even a well-paced barb. Instead, she is laughing. Not a few giggles. This is a laugh, full and rich, taking over her whole body until she is clenching me anew in all the right places. Yet in this moment, all the wrong ones. Not if she expects me to hold out…
“Magique.”
Hold out? It is all I can to hold on now…
“Oh! Desperado.”
But not even now.
There is no more pausing for “time out.” No more “letting up” to catch my breath. The enchantress, with her curls and curves and gasps and writhes, weaves a thickening spell around my senses…and the flesh still buried within her.
“Magique. I do not think I can—”
My choked groan cracks the air. My cock jerks of its own accord. It has become an organ under its own volition, ripped from the moors of my mind and speeding toward the siren call of her hot, undulating core. Mon dieu, no wonder she is evoking secret Trojans. Surely she was Helena in another life and it was these walls that distracted those poor idiots from the mission. Little shock they were slaughtered.
Shreds that pale in comparison to how she is ripping up my restraint.
“Oh…my word!”
“Mmm.” I suckle the pillow of her bottom lip. “And what word would that be, my love?”
“More. Please! Just…right now…more of that. All of that, pl—”
A high cry from her, as soon as my shaft obeys her pretty plea. I swell and pulse, commanding every remaining corner of her sweet core.
“My sweet lord, Monsieur De Leon, who the hell taught you that nifty trick?”
“Hmm.” I tighten my buttocks and swivel my hips, savoring the new shivers it all prompts from her. “Perhaps I have borrowed some sorcery somewhere, as well.”
Her head arches back, putting an indent in the pillow. “Okay. Th-That works for me. Oh. Ohhh…wait.” Her breath hitches as I pull out and then slam back in, smacking her flesh with twice the force as before. “That works even better. Oh shit, mister!”
As soon as her deep greens flash up at me, I am ready with a darker stare…a tougher thrust. It is a marvelous thing to watch her jaw drop and her cheeks darken.
“Good?” I growl. “Talk to me, sweet lily.”
“Can’t…we just…discuss the talking thing later?” she stammers. “Because buddy, right now I just need—oh dear God!”
Her gasp comes courtesy of the new push I give with my pelvis. But only a push. Just a sample, reminding her drenched walls of exactly what made them that way.