[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (6 page)

over to the low table, sitting down and lounging back on the

pillows. “Come sit down.” She didn’t move. “Please?”

With great reluctance, and her gut screaming not to get too

close to him, Samara went over to the table, but sat down across

from him.

“It’s true that the upper class comes to the Compound for their

pleasures, but the ladies also come with the hope of finding their

perfect match.”

“And is it true that fathers sell their daughters also?”

“Yes.”

Samara rolled her eyes and looked away.

“One of my best friends was matched up here with his wife,

who was heartlessly sold to the Compound by her father. It was

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also by chance that he saw her when she was trying to run away.

He knew, at that moment, she was the one for him.” That

statement had her looking back at him. “Just like I knew, the

second I saw you walking across the street, that you were the one

for me.”

Samara shook her head. “No.” She stood up quickly, went

back to the door and banged on it. “Let me out of here!” she

yelled. “There’s been a mistake!”

“There’s no mistake.” She stiffened when she felt his breath

on her shoulder, his body heat next to her. “The kiss proved that.”

He turned her around, boxing her up against the door. The way

his blue eyes roamed up and down her body sent chills down her

spine. “That sweetness only happens once, and that is when the

two that drink their special mixture are a match.” He touched her

left arm with the back of his hand and Samara cringed away from

him slightly. One eyebrow shot up. “Don’t like to be touched?”

“I don’t like to be put on display.” She ducked under his arm

and moved away. Samara sort of figured that he’d let her go. She

rubbed her arms, putting as much distance as she could between

them.

But it seemed that distance wasn’t something he wanted

because he followed her. Feeling like prey to the hunter, Samara

kept backing up until the back of her knees touched the foot of the

bed. She stopped and looked behind her. Now, she was definitely

feeling trapped.

“I like this dress.” His voice lowered, his hand reached out,

trailing up and down over one of the folds at her breasts.

“Please don’t.” She could barely speak or breathe. He was too

close, invading her senses with nothing but him.

Up to her shoulder his hand went, and ever so slowly he

pulled one of those folded straps down. She instantly covered

herself and tried to twist away again when he pushed the other

strap down. The whole dress crumpled to the floor at her feet, and

Samara stood in front of him in nothing more than a thin lace

thong.

“You’re a very beautiful woman, Samara Tabor.” Dane’s head

lowered, and before she could think of something to say or move,

he kissed her again.

His arms went around her body and pulled her closer. Once

more, she was hit with the sweetness of the kiss, but it quickly left

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and her body came alive.

He moved his mouth with such skill that Samara’s sole focus

was strictly on the kiss and
that was it. She didn’t even notice him

taking his shirt off until she felt the bare chest touch her arms that

she still had crossed over her torso.

The kiss ended slightly, but his mouth continued to roam upon

her body. Dane’s lips traveled down to her left shoulder as his

hands slid to her hips and behind her. He suckled on her skin,

touched the bare roundness of her rear and squeezed. The action

had Samara gasping and jumping up on her toes.

Up his hands went, one at the middle of her back, the other

fisting into her hair. He pulled, forcing her head back. Hot lips

kissed her throat, sending chills down her spine.

It was the first time anyone had kissed her or touched her.

Samara couldn’t think. She could only feel what he was doing.

And as much as she might hate to admit it, she enjoyed his touch

immensely.

“You need to slow down,” she finally managed to get out.

“I don’t think so.” He did stop and looked her in the eye. “I’m

going plenty slow enough as is.” His hands left her body and went

to his waist.

Samara didn’t even bother with hiding her shock. She looked

wide-eyed at him. “What—what the hell are you doing?” she

forced herself to ask.

“Getting more comfortable,” he answered her.

She made to take another step back, but ended up falling

down on the bed. She’d forgotten that she was standing right up

against it.

“Are you insane!?” she squeaked out, backing herself up onto

the bed with the hopes of being able to get back up on the other

side. “You can’t take your pants off.”

“Why not?” he asked. They were already open and the zipper

was down. Samara could see hair.

“Because—you—you…” She couldn’t think up the right words

to tell him why.

His pants fell to the floor, and Dane stood naked in front of

her, his erection standing at attention and proud. Her mouth

dropped. Not once in her life did she see a man naked before, and

here one stood.

“Oh, my God!” Samara turned over with the intent of crawling

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away from him, but realized with embarrassment, that she was

showing him her naked ass. “Shit!” she said under her breath,

flipping back over, and this time, taking the sheet with her to cover

her breasts.

Dane began to crawl onto the bed. He hovered right over her,

and started to lower himself on top of her, but Samara held her

hands up to stop him.

“You can’t…we can’t do…” she stuttered, feeling her face heat

up.

“Can’t what?” Dane charmed. He braced both hands on the

sides of her shoulders then lowered his body down on top of hers,

pinning her hands between them. “Touch, kiss?” He lowered his

voice. “Taste?”

Okay, he felt too right on top of her, positioned between her

legs. So much so, that Samara almost forgot why she protested. “I

don’t know you.”

“This is the perfect way to get to know each other.” He kissed

her nose and leaned on his elbows looking down at her.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered.

“You know, I’ve got an idea.” He pushed himself off of her,

and Samara breathed out a sigh of relief.

She watched him walk, completely naked, over to the small

table with the strawberries. He picked one up, took two large

bites, then put the small stem down and picked up the remaining

one. When he started back, Samara quickly sat up and pulled the

sheet over her chest.

“Eat this,” he said and handed her the fruit.

She looked down at it, frowning. “Why?”

“It’ll make us both feel real good. I promise,” Dane moved up

to the bed, sitting down next to her. He kissed her shoulder,

moving up to her neck, towards her ear. “Go on. Take a bite.”

Samara took the bite. Sweet juices filled her mouth, running

down her throat. Another bite and Dane moved behind her,

lounging across her back. He slid her hair over her shoulder,

kissing her neck on the exposed side. When she finished the

strawberry, he took the stem from her hand and pulled her back to

lie against him.

“Now relax, and let it do its thing,” he whispered in her ear.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

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Samara didn’t understand what he was talking about until it hit

her.

Warm, tingling sensations hit. It started out feeling like fingers

grazing over her body. She felt chills, heat, and this warming

awareness between her legs. Her clit woke up and began

throbbing, causing Samara to feel very uneasy and anxious.

She sat straight up, letting the sheet slide down to her lap.

Samara pressed a hand to her forehead and began to breath

faster. “What’s happening?”

“Aphrodisiac strawberries,” Dane answered, moving behind

her. She could feel his body heat and had to close her eyes to

take several deep breaths. “I’m told they heighten the sexual

experience.”

“What?” she squeaked out.

Okay, she couldn’t handle this. The sheet felt too raw against

her skin, so she flung it from her lap. For the first time in her life,

Samara didn’t give a damn that she was half naked in front of

someone else.

“You’re skin becomes sensitive,” One finger went down the

middle of her back, sending shards of pleasure to pool right

between her legs. “The pleasure heightens.” His hand touched her

belly, and she could actually feel her womb contract. “And the

need for me to be inside you becomes too much to fight.”

A whimper left her lips before she was able to suppress it.

Samara opened her eyes as the first wave of raw need washed

over her. She gasped, holding her breath as it seemed to land

right between her legs, causing her clit to throb almost painfully.

She tried to scoot from the bed, but Dane held her close. He

rubbed her belly, and then re-positioned himself again on the bed.

He sat right behind her, placing her between his legs.

She could feel his erection pressing against her back. Hard,

silky, and scorching hot, just like the rest of his body, it seemed.

Both of his arms went around her and moved her arms back so

they hung over his legs. His mouth on her shoulder, nibbling,

caused her back to arch and her breasts to be pushed upward, as

if begging to be fondled.

Samara panted to breath. Perspiration covered her forehead,

and the need to move her hips was powerful.

“Your pussy is on fire,” he said in her ear. “The clit throbbing

for one touch, and when that touch comes you’ll explode into

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pieces, but only for a few seconds. Then the buildup starts all over

again.” Both hands closed over her breasts, nipples slipping

between his fingers for a pinch. She moaned at the touch,

pressing her breasts firmer into his hands. He kneaded them and

the throbbing in her clit seemed to get stronger. “And by that third

orgasm, I bet you’ll be more than ready for me to come inside

you.” One hand left her breast to slide down between her legs. He

moaned as he slid his hand right into the thong, touching her

pussy for the first time.

“Oh shit!” Samara gasped, jumping from the touch.

“Fuck, I throb just to be inside you,” he moaned in her ear,

giving it a lick before a quick suck. “I can’t wait to feel how tight

you are wrapped around my cock.”

She could feel her wetness on his fingers as he touched her.

Dane teased her clit, barely touching it. Mostly, he grazed around

it, teasing her until Samara was helpless to stop her legs from

opening up for him.

Two fingers slid into her and she lost it. The pleasure that

greeted her was unlike anything she could’ve imagined possible.

She arched against him and came apart at the same time. Her

first orgasm was like nothing she could’ve expected. It was

pleasure, it was pain, it was desperation, all mixed up in one tiny,

tight, never-ending package.

He moved his fingers in and out of her, touching her clit every

so often. He kept her wound up so tight that Samara couldn’t even

tell when the first orgasm stopped and another hit. Hell, Samara, I

have to taste you.” Dane’s voice sounded ravenous.

She couldn’t protest or ask any more questions. She felt

weak, and when his fingers left her body she also felt lost.

Dane stood up on the bed, walked over her, and jumped off.

Samara just flopped back down, gasping to get air into her lungs.

She didn’t even pay attention to what he was doing. But she did

feel what he was up to.

He picked her up, placing her in the center of the bed. Samara

was so limp from the many orgasms she’d had, she didn’t give a

damn what he did right now. She didn’t even ask why, or beg him

not to when he took hold of the thong and slid it down her legs.

Naked before his eyes, she didn’t give a shit. The next wave

of need that he told her about was starting to build, and she didn’t

have a clue as to what to do about it.

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She felt the bed shift, her legs were parted, and her knees

pushed up. She was having such a hard time breathing that she

closed her eyes to work on relaxing. The relaxation was gone as

soon as she felt his hot breath touch the bare mound of her pussy.

Somehow, Samara got the energy to rise up on her arms and look

down between her legs.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.

“I’m having an appetizer before my meal,” he answered with a

smile.

One kiss to her pussy, and she was seeing stars behind her

eyes. One lick and Samara lost all strength in her arms to hold

herself up and watch.

The folds of her pussy were spread open and his tongue