Breathe (15 page)

“Noted.” Elijah waited until Mattias had closed the door behind him before turning to Samantha. Her skin was flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her nipples swollen and damp from Mattias’s attentions.

He wanted her so badly he had to fist his hands to keep from touching her. But he needed her to see that her submission was not ultimately about his carnal satisfaction.

At least not always.

“Come here.” He seated himself again on the couch, pulling out and fastening the hidden seat belt.

Warily Samantha approached him. The closer she came, the more potent her smell of musky arousal became.

Elijah’s mouth watered with the need to taste.

“Sit down.” He patted the seat cushion behind him, loosening the seat belt. Samantha cast him a forlorn look.

“May I put my dress back on?” She looked so cute that he was tempted to allow her to do just that.

But he wanted her naked and accessible to him. And more than that, he wanted her to be aware that all he had to do in order to have her was to reach out next to him.

“No.” He waited, patiently, as she huffed out a breath and seated herself beside him. Her fists clenched, then released, as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.

“Hold still.” Elijah fastened the seat belt over her naked flesh, then reached for the blanket that hung over the back of the sofa. He tucked it over her body.

He mourned the fact that he could no longer see her naked skin, but if she caught a chill it would be his fault.

Once she was tucked in, Elijah reached for his laptop, then settled back in his seat. He powered on the computer and prepared to get some work done, though he was hyperaware of Samantha pressed against his side.

“Um . . . now what? Sir,” she added hastily when she caught his raised eyebrow.

“Now I simply want you next to me as I work.” What he really wanted . . . no. He couldn’t think about what he really wanted, or he wouldn’t be able to hold out for even another minute. She’d given herself to him, true enough, but he sensed she needed some time to think about what had just happened. “You will drink your wine and relax.”

He stroked a hand over a lock of her curly hair, then pressed a kiss to her temple. He caught her puzzled glance as he turned back to his computer, and hid his own answering smile.

That she didn’t truly expect to be cherished made doing it all the more pleasurable. And though she couldn’t know it, they had only just begun.

CHAPTER EIGHT

S
amantha awoke in the dark, sleep clinging to her thoughts like delicate cobwebs, and a wave of pleasure driving deep between her thighs like a tornado.

“Oh my God!” She struggled to sit up, to gather her thoughts, and found that she couldn’t.

Her arms were handcuffed to something above her head. And the sensation between her legs overwhelmed everything else.

“Have a good sleep, little cat?” She recognized Elijah’s voice instantly, though she couldn’t see him in the black of the room.

“Oh . . . oh!” The vibrations between her legs increased, driving her higher still. Her hips bucked and she pulled at the handcuffs, reaching for something, something she needed more than her next breath.

“Don’t fight it. You’re going to come for me. It’s not your choice.” Elijah’s voice was to one side of her, and she surmised that he was sitting or standing next to the bed she was lying on—and it was a bed, because she could feel the softness of a pillow caressing her face, the mattress bending beneath her movements.

She felt a hand slide between her legs, driving the vibrator deeper. Elijah pushed the device in, then pulled it out nearly all the way, causing Samantha to dig her heels into the bed and thrust up with her hips.

“Now!” Elijah pushed the vibrator in to the hilt, and the sensations vibrated throughout Samantha’s womb. The tidal wave started in the tips of her toes, rolling over in a crescendo that she was powerless to stop. She thought she might have screamed, but couldn’t have been sure, she was so lost in the sensations.

When the tremors finally subsided, Samantha found that the vibrator had been removed from between her legs, and she felt strangely bereft without it. A light began to glow in the room, increasing in brightness. She turned her head, blinking, to find Elijah with his hand on a dimmer switch.

He was entirely naked, his cock swollen to what looked like the point of pain, and Samantha felt her mouth go dry at the sight.

“You come so prettily, little cat.” He stood still, seeming to understand that she wanted to look at him—at all of him. “I think you need to do so again.”

Though she was still trembling from the orgasm that had started before she’d even been fully awake, Samantha felt her hunger grow as she looked at the magnificence that was Elijah Masterson naked.

“You’re beautiful.” She cringed as soon as she said it, because she didn’t know any men who would appreciate being called beautiful.

Elijah, though—Elijah just smiled and stood still, letting her look.

The soft golden light made his gilded hair gleam. The hair, combined with those cobalt eyes and lush lips, lent him the image of an angel. But she knew by now that he was capable of all kinds of dark, devilish things.

His body backed up that claim. Surely an angel wouldn’t have a body that was made for sin. Her eyes raked over his strong, wide shoulders, the rock-solid chest, the arms that looked like he could lift her without even a hitch in his stride. One of those arms was ringed with a tattoo, dark ink etched in some sort of tribal design, and Samantha wanted nothing more in that instant than to run her tongue over the lines.

His stomach was flat, the slant of his hip bones the sexiest thing she had ever seen. His legs were solidly muscled and dusted with golden hair.

In the middle of it all, his cock rose up, long and thick and impossibly hard. Her eyes widened a bit even as she sucked in a breath of anticipation.

He was huge, something that hadn’t fully registered with her when they’d had sex before—it had all happened too fast.

“Holy hell.” Her stare flicked up to his face, where his lips had twisted into a hint of a smile, then back down to his cock.

Elijah laughed then, startling her with the great roar of sound. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he moved toward the bed, his intent clear on his face.

Instead of simply parting her thighs and entering her, the way she expected him to, Elijah bent and trailed a series of quick kisses up the inside of Samantha’s thigh. The press of his lips felt like the flutter of butterfly wings, and she shifted restlessly, wanting more.

“I can’t hold back any longer.” He slid his lips from her thigh to her belly, swiping across the skin with his tongue. “I have to be inside you. I have to have you.”

Samantha nodded her head with breathless assent as he trailed those frustratingly light kisses over the soft skin of her belly. She was wet and ready, and felt so empty that she ached.

Again, when she expected him to plunge inside her, he did the unexpected. Ranging his long body over hers, he settled his elbows on either side of her face and looked down at her.

“The papers you filled out at Pecado said you aren’t on any form of birth control. Is that the case?”

Samantha arched her hips, felt the coarse rub of his pubic hair against her damp lower lips, and whimpered.

“Yes. I mean no—no, I’m not on anything.” Oh, she couldn’t
think
when he was on top of her like this, when his hot skin was pressed to hers, when all he had to do was shift his hips to take her, and she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“We’ll use a condom.” With one hand he stroked down the side of her face, and with the other he reached over to the small bedside table, returning with a condom in hand.

“Bite down.” He pressed the edge of it against her lips. Samantha took the edge of the wrapper in her teeth and he tugged against the force with his fingers. The foil wrapper ripped, and Samantha smelled latex as he removed the condom carefully.

“Next time you’ll put this on me,” Elijah promised, and Samantha flushed at the thought of such an intimate act. “I wish I could be inside you raw. I want to mark you as mine.”

The image was so primal, so erotic, that Samantha felt yet another surge of moisture wet her lower lips. She arched up against him, tugging at the cuffs that bound her to the bed.

“Please.” She licked her tongue over suddenly dry lips. “I need . . . more of you.”

Elijah settled back on his heels, and she watched through heavily lidded eyes as he rolled the sheath of latex over his erection. Watching his fingers on his own cock was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“Open for me,” he said as he lay back down on top of her. Strong fingers parted her thighs, and then his hardness was pressed against the entrance to her slick heat.

Samantha cried out when the head of his cock breached her entrance.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Elijah groaned as Samantha thrashed beneath him. “God, I can already feel your pussy milking me and I’m barely in.”

“More!” His dirty words had sent Samantha’s need into overdrive. She bucked her hips, widened her legs, invited him to seat himself, hard.

Instead he chuckled and slid in another leisurely fraction of an inch.

“You’re going to come for me one more time,” Elijah promised, stretching her just a little bit more. Beneath him Samantha panted, trembling with her desire.

Elijah groaned as he slid in farther, then farther still. Samantha felt a deep ache when he was nearly all the way in, her tight flesh protesting against the massive intrusion, and she cried out as her hips pulled back from the discomfort.

“Open for me, little cat.” Elijah nudged forward, then pulled back. Forward, then back. Finally her muscles relaxed, opening the rest of the way, and he slid home, sheathed to the root in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Samantha whispered. She felt more than full. She felt like he had claimed her entirely, and she could do nothing but absorb the pleasure that he gave her.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Elijah pulled back, then again thrust forward until his hip bones pressed into her stomach.

Samantha closed her eyes to keep them from rolling back in her head.

“So. Hot.” Each of his thrusts was so incredibly controlled that Samantha felt ready to scream. She wanted him to pound into her, to make the pace match the insanity that was swirling inside her.

He continued in that manner, that slow, thorough possession, until Samantha was a limp, quivering mass beneath him.

When he paused, she opened her eyes, seeing the world through the blurry haze of pleasure.

“Come for me, Samantha.” Reaching between their bodies, Elijah caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes flew open and she screamed as all of the banked pleasure rushed to that one square inch of flesh at his touch, pulling back then rising up in a tidal wave that slapped her in the face.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Elijah commanded as she shuddered. Finally,
finally
, he began to move faster, driving into her with strong, heated strokes, prolonging her orgasm until he finally seated himself one final time, sinking so deeply into her that she cried out, the force as he emptied himself inside her tinged with pleasure/pain.

As their tremors began to subside and Samantha tried desperately to catch her breath, Elijah reached above her head and undid the bracelets of her handcuffs. He caught one of her hands in each of his, his fingers rubbing over flesh that had gone slightly numb as he trapped her between his muscled thighs and rolled, settling on his back with her on top of him.

She knew she should say something, and yet her mind was blank, emptied of everything but bliss and comfort.

“Sleep now, little cat.” Elijah wrapped her in his arms as he tugged the covers over their bodies. His hands stroked over her disheveled braid, down the curve of her spine, and she did indeed feel deliciously feline as he petted her, soothing the nerves that were still firing.

“Sleep.” His voice was like a snifter of rum, she thought, warming and delicious.

It was her last thought before she succumbed to sleep, just as he had commanded.

•   •   •

“W
ake up, sleepyhead.” Elijah’s voice cut through Samantha’s luxurious dream. She cracked open her eyes, squinted as he flicked on the light in the plane’s bedroom.

“Wha—?” Samantha grunted, trying to close her eyes again. She yelped when chilly air hit her skin.

She rolled over, glaring up at Elijah, who grinned down at her, the bedcovers in his hands.

“We’ll be landing soon.” His gaze raked unashamedly over her naked frame. Though his stare very much reminded her that she was bare to his eyes, she found, strangely, that she didn’t want to cover up.

He had claimed her body, both with words and in the most primal way. It was strangely . . . freeing.

“I’ve laid out clothing for you.” Elijah gestured to the bureau that sat across the room. “You will wear these items and nothing else. You are welcome to shower, and will find everything you need in the bathroom.”

“How come you’re so perky?” Blearily Samantha rubbed her eyes. She was exhausted, despite having just had a nap.

Elijah’s genial expression faded, and he scowled down at her.

“Because I get a decent night’s sleep every night. I also eat properly. And exercise.” Again his stare raked over her, but this time there was no heat in his gaze. “While we are together, you will make sure you sleep and eat in a sensible fashion. Understood?”

“Will you make me exercise, too?” She kept her voice sweet, but mentally she was calculating how long it would take him to recover if she kneed him in the testicles.

Said testicles were now fully covered, sadly. She didn’t think she’d ever find another sight as amazing as Elijah in the buff.

Though the black leather pants and plain white T-shirt that he’d pulled on over that glorious skin . . .
yum
.

“Oh, you’ll exercise.” Elijah pinned her with a sexy stare and then, without warning, fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her to him for a kiss. This wasn’t any soft brush of the lips, but a scorching melding that branded her skin and left her panting.