Knight Everlasting (12 page)
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Authors: Jackie Ivie
And urgency.
The cot collapsed sideways with his roll, sending her to her back on the pallet beside it, with her legs spread to accommodate the bulk that was atop her, his mouth capturing any denials she might make, his tongue licking away any doubts she might harbor, and his lips sucking at her essence, turning everything into trembling, sobbing, needy female.
“Ah . . .
lass
. . .”
lass
. . .”
The second word trembled against her mouth, matching the quake of his back where her hands had spread and explored, enjoying and thrilling and calling on the exquisite sensation that her fingertips had suffered earlier, only it encompassed her entire arms, her torso . . . her core.
“Lass . . . lass . . . lass . . .”
The whisper slid into her mouth, slithered over her back, and filled her loins, as he matched it to the motions he was making against her. And then he was lifting from her, and she lost the contact with his chest and belly from her as he went to a bowed position. Then he slid his hands from her waist to her hips, where he gripped her and moved her into a position that elevated her loins . . . so he could rub, slide, and moisten the entire length of his shaft over and over against her, while driving her mad the entire time.
“Aidan . . . please? Aidan . . .”
Juliana moved her hands over him, running them along every ridge of his back . . . his buttocks . . . everywhere. Up to where his wild mane of hair tickled and itched with each movement, back down the curve of his spine. Her body sinuously moving beneath him . . . aching . . . yearning . . . begging.
Aidan slammed his mouth onto hers, sucking with magical ability, while his hands went hard and strong and inescapable, and then he was shoving and pushing and making her endure such agony, her back arched on the pallet with the onslaught. Again. Farther. Deeper. Using small strokes of movement against the quivering, moist, raw flesh being forced to accept him. Aidan pushed at her, entering slightly . . . moving away. Entering again. Farther. Pushing into her in a continuum of motion, pulling her hips upward each time, opening and spreading her, and forcing her to swell and enlarge and take him. And using his mouth to capture the sounds she was making.
And still he pushed. Lifted her more. Pushed. Tightened his shoulder muscles and arms to elevate farther for a better angle. Pushing . . . farther. Going deeper. Making her accept the burn as it approached scorch level. The action sent shivers all over her that started where the agony he wouldn't cease was, went up her spine, and climbed over her head, where it hit her open, shocked eyes, making them water uselessly and completely.
A sob escaped her, separating their lips. He raised his head away, filling her eyes with the taut cords of his neck, the red color infusing his skin, the grimace lining all of his face . . . Yet still he continued maneuvering into her, adding burn atop burn, tearing and hurting and enlarging and forcing until he finally stopped, ceasing time and space and everything except solid, unforgiving sore and hurt and anguish. He'd even ceased breathing, although the pounding of his heart was full and heavy and massive, matching hers. If he waited for her body to accept this, it was wasted. Where they were joined was a solid wall of burning throb, and it just sat at a near unbearable level, until it became one solid experience of pain and tears and blood.
Juliana blinked the tears into existence, and more filled their place. No one had told her of the pain. The fire. The suffering. The continuity of it. And then a sob escaped her as she realized the obvious. He wasn't finished.
Aidan dipped his head slightly and met her eyes for a fraction of time that stopped and restarted her heart with a force akin to a blow. Juliana's eyes went wide with the flash of ecstasy that suffused her from just that one look, releasing the blur of tears. The power of it hit the lump in her throat with such fury, she gulped. Blinked at the experience. Gulped again. Then, he narrowed his lashes and tipped his head lower, blowing exhaled breath all over her and sending goose bumps from the contact . . . altering the experience just slightly . . . and it was all to hide what he planned.
Juliana's back arched in further shock and fear as his fingers tightened even more, as did the sinews of his shoulders where they were pressing against her with breath-stealing weight. Then she realized why as he pulled himself slowly out of her, pushing her away at the same time, and mitigating the pain from excruciating to nearly bearable. Giving her a moment or two to relax and just begin to comprehend the relief before rolling and holding her hips farther upward, making it easier for him to move right back against her and into her. Again. With painful depth and size. With unbelievable scope. Heaviness. Heat. Range. Fully. Until his groin met hers . . . encasing him. Completely.
Juliana gasped in a breath, and then lost the exhalation in his mouth as he moved his head toward her again. She didn't know it was to kiss her until he did it, lapping at her tissues and swirling his tongue, and sliding his lips against hers time and again, making shooting stars fill the tent. And it was all to disguise and make her accept the next time he moved to pull away from her, sliding slowly from her sheath, amid the same sigh of relief that was immediately followed by the return of pressure and bulk.
Again and again, and countless times more.
He lifted his lips from her, moving across a cheek to her throat and murmuring the same thing over and over as he went. “Lass . . . lass . . .”
“'Tis . . . pain, Aidan.” Juliana whimpered the words.
“It'll ease.”
He'd reached her ear and the words were soft. They were the only thing about this that was. Everything else on him was hard and strong and taut and rigid. And not changing. The opposite was happening. His body seemed to get even harder. Everywhere. Every breath was getting sucked in and pushed back out with a vicious motion that just kept intensifying. His heartbeat wasn't far behind as it pumped louder and stronger, putting a thump into every place she touched. Heat infused everything, dispersing any chill and putting a moist film atop every portion of him she touched, making every slide of her fingers skim along skin that warmed markedly, until the finger pads of each hand burned with it.
Where they were joined was changing as well, going to a moving sensation of remembered ache amid flashes of beckoning pleasures that flashed through without warning or rhythm or constancy, halting her breathing with the spasm her body involuntarily made. And that sparked a resultant grip he'd immediately put on all of him, before resuming filling and emptying her body with a pace that had the indefatigability of a wave-tossed sea and the constancy of a summer rain.
“Lass?”
“Aye?”
He'd lifted his head away and waited. Juliana thought she was prepared for the eye connection. She was wrong. It was as obvious as the nonmelodic lurch she gave against him, mashing their loins together with a mightier movement than he'd put into place. And that resulted in a sucked-in breath from him that came out with a curse that sounded more like a prayer.
“Christ.”
“Aidan . . . I don'tâ”
“Wrap your legs about me, love. Now.”
He didn't wait for her to comply before releasing her hips from the grip he'd had on them, in order to shove his hands palms-down into the meshed top of her pallet, squashing the feathers flat, and then sending everything on his body into full-out muscular perfection as he lifted his upper body away from her, and just stayed there, with arms that had the consistency of tree trunks and loins that continued rocking in place.
“Now . . . lass. Now!”
The urgency in his whisper matched the increasing spread of flush happening all through him, the breaths he was pulling in, holding, and then heaving out, as well as the increased motions he was pulling and pushing into her. Juliana tried. Her back fought her and her legs weren't far behind, while the continual movement at where he'd joined into her was warning her of barely forgotten pain and fire. For a moment, she didn't know if she could do it.
“Hurry, lass. Jesu'!”
Juliana barely got her ankles hooked behind his back before everything in his buttocks and loins lowered, putting weight and rigidity and bulk with such emphasis against her it shoved her up to where the restriction of his propped hands had to stop her slide. And then he groaned, gritting his teeth, and tightening everything to the point his belly was a vista of ropelike tendons while those deep in his chest mounds made indentations in the flesh as they held him in place. Poised. Holding. Shaking.
And then he moved, changing the movements, gaining volume to them, and strength and timing, putting them one after another in a tempo that just kept increasing. And increasing. Harder. Faster. Pummeling her body with a primordial rhythm only he heard. And then he went onto one arm, moving his right hand beneath her buttocks, grabbing and lifting in order to manipulate and move her exactly as he wished. Over and over and faster and faster until Juliana feared she'd melt. Sparks of sensation and fire started flitting everywhere, sparking from their loins and shooting throughout her body, outside of it, to the tent . . . and then beyond that.
Flares of feeling careened clear up to the heavens above, and she followed. Juliana's body went into a jolt of amazement, arching into a bow of such perfection and strength it moved him with it. She was exploding. Rising. Soaring. Even the heavens couldn't contain such rapture. Her eyes scrunched shut on worlds of wonder, vistas of sky . . . endless blue sky. Her arms and legs locked about the mass of man creating it, causing it, propelling her into it.
She was still flowing with the rapture when he changed everything. Stopping in a lurch of movement and holding it, while his frame went rigid with a rush of pulses that she could feel. Juliana opened her eyes slightly and watched as Aidan held himself rigid for an infinitesimal amazing moment as his eyes locked with hers. She was still watching as he shoved his head back, pulling his throat taut, while the deepest growl started in his throat, before surrounding her with a visceral throb of tone. Juliana kept her arms and legs locked to him as he became a thing of wild, primitive, raw, basic, sensitive, heavy lunges that propelled her shoulders into the arms he was using for a base, over and over again, looking like he was struggling and fighting a foe, while every bit of his nakedness was darkening with a flush.
The ferocity of his movements slowed, turning into jerks of motion against her. The growl changed to a sob of sound through his gritted teeth, keeping rhythm with the quick little pulses that were emanating from deep within her. Every other part of him became a trembling, tautly pulled, sweating mass of man, before he lowered his head, met her eyes with a look so dark, Juliana's eyes filled again. And then he heaved to one side, so the upper portion of him collapsed onto the mat beside her with enough force, air puffed out of the material weave. And then he just lay there, heaving great breaths while facing the other side, away from her.
“Oh . . . Jesu', lass. Oh . . . Lord. Oh . . . Damn.”
He said more, whispering of wenches with spellbinding ways, and charms to keep a man safe, while the place they were joined jumped and twitched and started feeling moist and sore . . . and wicked.
“Aidan?” she whispered.
“Doona'â”
He didn't specify what he didn't want her to do, but the raised hand at his far side did. He didn't have to request it. She didn't know what she was going to say anyway. Juliana pulled her lower lip into her mouth and started sucking on it, while she waited and breathed in soft little gasps that were all he left her with his weight atop her belly. And between her legs . . . where the flesh was cooling, getting sticky . . . feeling vulgar, unclean. Wrong.
“I dinna' . . . expectâ”
Juliana stopped breathing while her heart began a hammering that reminded her of its presence. And its power. And then it started hurting.
“This.”
He still wasn't looking her way. Juliana winged the silent prayer to the heavens over it. She didn't want him looking . . . until she had everything hidden. In one morning the man had shown her what heaven existed on earth for a man and woman . . . and now he was locking her out. She didn't know what had changed, but everything about him projected it. She'd thought he wanted her. Exactly like this. And Juliana D'Aubenville would've shamed her ancestors and herself by accepting it. The moment he offered. Without thought.
Exactly as she'd done.
A flood of tears hit then, and she looked up at the tent roof to fight them. Wave after wave of them filled and flowed out the sides of her eyes and then refilled. She'd done something wrong. It hadn't been what he wanted. Or expected. Or demanded. Something about the act with her was wrong. He shouldn't have to say it in words. She wondered how to go about letting him know . . . and getting through the next few moments of her existence. Starting with how to get him to leave.
“My . . . legs,” she started, the words sounding like a complete sob to her ears. She could only hope it wasn't audible to him.
The massive muscles in his back were undulating as he moved his arms to rise and then roll to face her. Juliana kept her vision on the bare weave above her and waited as he looked at her. At emotion she couldn't hide just yet. Maybe later . . . after he'd gone, but not now.
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