Most Wanted - A Fantasy Romance Novel (The Shadow Blade Series) (15 page)

He was calling
her name, desperately, as though he was in pain, or ecstasy, or both. Ariel
could still feel him pulsing inside of her, his hot come filling her, and her
own muscles clenched around him as though trying to hold him in place. She didn’t
want him to pull out. She wanted to stay like this, resting on his chest, hearing
the thundering of his heart and feeling his cock inside her. She wanted to lie
like this until he started to harden inside her again and then she wanted to
ride him again, gently and slowly this time. Or maybe this time, she would let
him ride her. From behind.

In fact, she
almost wanted to be laid out at his mercy again. But then she shook her head to
herself. She needed to leave.

She felt Jax’s
breathing settle beneath her and leaned up on her elbows, blowing her hair out
of her face. He was sleeping. She smiled and watched him for a few minutes,
wanting to trace her fingers over his lips and the faint laughter lines scored
around his eyes but not wanting to wake him. There were traces of grey
appearing in his stubble. She still didn’t know how old he was. Maybe
thirty-five? A few years older than her? What did it matter? She sighed,
dropped a kiss on his lips and eased herself off of him. He slid out of her and
she felt the burn of the friction but it couldn’t come close to the burning
ache of loss.

Swinging her leg
off the bed she walked around and untied the belt holding him in place. It had
left red chafe marks around his wrists and she winced, feeling guilty, and bent
down and kissed them. She stroked along the inside of his arms and he groaned
in his sleep and she stood there for a few seconds, wanting to suddenly curl up
against him and feel his arms wrap her up. But no. If she did that, if she
succumbed to the temptation, she would never leave.

She picked up
her clothes and tiptoed towards what she assumed was an en-suite bathroom. It
turned out to be a dressing room, which was bigger than her entire living room.
On both sides clothes hung from rails. There were drawers and stacks of shoeboxes
and a full-length mirror. She glimpsed herself naked, her hair tousled, breasts
heavy, nipples still hard. She looked like the very image of lust. Is that how
Jax saw her? She turned quickly away, and stared at the cabinet of weapons
facing her; guns, knives, blades all laid out carefully, polished to a high
sheen. She had to suppress a smile. Her own weapons were stuffed in an old
trunk under her bed and she rarely took the time to wipe the blood and guts
from them.

At the far end
of the dressing room was the bathroom. Ariel slunk towards it, her limbs
feeling suddenly heavy. It had been a long night. She longed for a shower and
sleep but she figured she’d start with the shower and then head back to hers to
pack. Sleep could wait until she was on a plane. She needed to call a cab to
get from Jax’s to her place, but she’d deal with that after a shower.

She froze in the
doorway to the bathroom, her eyes widening. It was the biggest, most opulent
bathroom she’d ever seen. The taps shone so brightly she had to look away, her
eyes tearing up, and the freestanding bath looked clean enough to eat off.
Ariel paused, looking around. Sunlight streamed in through huge windows. A vase
of lilies stood in the corner giving off a heady scent. Jax had created the
perfect haven with this house. She felt a twinge of jealousy, which she quickly
banished. One day she’d have the same…maybe not quite so grand, but one day she’d
create her own sanctuary.

An image of Jax
flew into her head. Could a person be a sanctuary? They could definitely evoke
the same feeling she guessed. Shaking her head she limped over to the shower. She
was starting to stiffen up. The loose-limbed feeling that had accompanied her
orgasms was beginning to fade, and the sweet ache between her legs had become
more of a throb now, thanks to all that friction. Jax was definitely bigger
than your average man. She grinned as she turned on the shower, but the grin
vanished as she realized she would never get to feel him inside her again.

Ariel stepped
under the shower, which was big enough to swing several cats in. The jets of
water sprayed her from every angle except up, for which she was grateful, given
the soreness. She turned it as hot as she could handle and let the steam
envelope her. Water flooded over her shoulders and breasts and she tipped back
her head and let it wash over her face. Soaping herself she felt the echoes of
Jax’s fingers and lips. When she reached between her legs she felt his seed
falling out of her and her insides squeezed tightly as though trying to keep it
in. For a tiny moment she imagined little Jax Sayer’s running around and her
stomach clenched. What a ridiculous idea. She barely knew him. She would have
to pray she didn’t get pregnant. Stupid. She should have remembered protection
but practical considerations all seemed to fly out the window when she was
naked in his arms. He probably assumed she was on the pill and she had been up
until a few months ago.

 
Her clitoris was still throbbing, pulsing
agonizingly beneath her hand as she soaped herself. She leaned forwards,
resting her forearms against the tiled wall and drew in a deep breath. A
shuddering sob built in her chest and she fought it from rising up and bursting
free. Why was she sad all of a sudden? It felt like something had come undone
inside her, a knot unspooling.
 
Perhaps
it was down to the fact she was no longer in debt, thanks to the money she had
earned. It was a huge weight off her shoulders. That and the knowledge she was
now free to find Rikon, combined with the physical relief Jax had just provided,
seemed to have unraveled years of pent up frustration and pain and sadness. She
swiped a hand over her face. She couldn’t lose it now. Reaching for the tap to
turn it off, a hand suddenly closed over her own.

Ariel jumped and
then inhaled as she felt Jax’s arms wrap around her, drawing her backwards
against his chest. The sob that had been building rose up her throat and she
suppressed it by turning and burying her head in his shoulder.

Jax had watched
her for a few moments as she stood with her back to him in the shower, water
sluicing over her shoulders, sliding off her beautiful curves and slicking her hair
to her back. Finally he could resist no longer and stepped silently into the
shower behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against
him.

The hot water
gushed over him, unknotting the tired muscles in his shoulders and back. But the
feel of Ariel, soft and pliant in his arms, relieved what was left of the
tension in his body. He gathered her hair in his hand, scooped it over her
shoulder, and then kissed her neck.

Immediately she
pressed back against him, her ass pressing against his cock. His hand trailed
up her slick stomach, tracing the line of her ribs until he reached her
breasts. He felt her gasp and moan loudly, almost a sob, her lips pressed to
his shoulder.

The soft plane
of her nipple hardened in his hand and he gently massaged it. She angled her
body towards his then and pressed against him. His cock stirred as he felt her
warm pussy against his thigh.

 
He took the soap and poured some into his
hand and then started to wash her. She stood there, looking up at him, watching
him with a sad, almost haunted expression on her face. He smiled at her and she
smiled back, a tired but beautiful smile that broke his heart. He wanted to ask
her what was wrong, why she looked so sad, but she took the soap from him and
began to soap his shoulders and stomach.

His hand was
drawn irresistibly to the sweet spot between her legs and she let out a
guttural sound, sucking in a breath. Was she sore? Tenderly he stroked his hand
between her folds. Her eyes grew glassy, her smile spread wider. He moved his
finger to brush her soaking clit. It pulsed hungrily against his thumb.

Jax swallowed
and moved closer, pushing Ariel back against the tiled shower wall. He didn’t
want to force himself on her again, not if she was sore, but the sight of her,
the feel of her, was making him hungry for yet more release.

Ariel threw her
head back, water cascading down her body. Jax pinned her there and she sighed
as his fingers started to gently massage and stroke her swollen pussy. He was
careful, only sliding one finger inside her. She moaned, turning her head to
the side and then lifted her leg and hooked it around his hip. He ran his hand
along her thigh and then kissed her.

Ariel clung to
him, her nails digging into his back. The water running down her face looked
like tears. He eased his fingers back between her sex and dove deeper into her
pussy. She cried out and clenched around him. He swirled his finger around her
velvet shaft, stroking the spot that he knew was sweetest.

She bit down on
his shoulder and he felt a shot of pain that only engorged him even more.
Filled with a sudden lust he pulled his finger out of Ariel and twisted her
around so her breasts were pressed to the tiles. She gasped as he pressed his
knee between her legs, parting them, and cried out when he softly stroked her
sex from behind.

Ariel threw back
her head, resting it on Jax’s shoulder. She could feel his cock, stubbornly
hard, pressing against her lower back. God, how could she be ready for him
again so quickly? She had been totally spent not five minutes ago and now here
she was aching and throbbing and desperate for him once more.

‘Jax,’ she heard
herself murmur as he ran his finger oh so delicately over her clit, which felt
so sensitive it was almost painful. As if he knew that she was sore, he pulled
out and just stroked her lightly, caressing her until she was ready.

Her breasts were
squashed against the wall. She reached a hand behind her and gripped him gently
in her palm. Was he hurting too? He didn’t seem to be. If anything he seemed
even harder this time.

‘Jax,’ she said
again, relishing the feel of his rigid cock in her hand, loving the sensation
of his rock hard stomach against her back and the tingling aching buzz building
between her legs as he continued to stroke her.

‘Oh God,’ she
murmured as he pressed his thumb inside her shaft and massaged the smooth folds
of entrance. ‘Please,’ she said, biting her lip. She was begging again. But
suddenly she didn’t care. ‘Please Jax,’ she said. ‘Make love to me.’

He stopped
massaging her and took hold of her by the hips instead. He leaned forwards, his
breath hot in her ear, his voice barely heard over the thundering of the
shower. ‘I don’t need you to beg me any more Ariel,’ he said. ‘You don’t ever
need to ask me to make love to you. Because no matter how much you beg for me
to make love to you, I can guarantee that I want you to make love to you more.’

Ariel’s stomach
fell away at his words. Her heart exploded in her chest, butterflies taking
flight.

‘Can you feel
how hard I am for you?’ he asked her.

She reached back
for him and a groan erupted from them both when she took him once more in her
hand.

He slipped his
palm between her legs and started to tease her. She gripped his other hand,
which was squeezing her breast, and felt tears leaking from her eyes. She
scrunched them tightly closed and focused on the sensations she was feeling
instead, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over her.

When she was
ready, her shaft pulsing and aching to accept him, Jax pushed his knee between
her legs, forcing them further apart. He drew her backwards by the hips and she
felt him rubbing against his clitoris. She inhaled and cried out at the same
time, a cry that sounded anguished. He pushed inside her, gently, slowly, and
then, when he met no resistance, he held her hips tighter and pulled her
backwards, sliding inside her and making her cry out in blinding ecstasy.

There was a
slight pain each time he pushed inside her, but it only intensified the
pleasure, making each thrust achingly, agonizingly sweet. But maybe that was
also because Ariel knew it was the last time she would know him. He was
controlling the speed, holding her hips, plunging into her as though he wanted
to fill her completely. She could feel him brushing her womb and she ached for
his seed in a way that felt purely primal.

His fingers
tweaked her nipples and then fell back to her sex. He started to massage her
clitoris as he kept on thrusting, gently but firmly, into her. She opened her
mouth and felt his tongue swirl with her own, water showering down over them.
She was swept up in the pleasure of him, the heat of him, the pressure of him
inside her, building and building to new undiscovered heights, until suddenly
she was on the cusp. She heard herself screaming Jax’s name, felt his hands
cradling her hips as he drew her back, rubbing his sleek wet cock along her
clitoris before forcing it back inside her pussy. She shuddered, trying to
thrust backwards to meet him, the pain building along with the pleasure.

Jax stopped
rubbing her clit and she growled with frustration as she fell back from the
edge, but a moment later she was letting out a gasp as his finger pressed
inside her other hole. It was a tight fit, unexpected, and wholly incredible.
Her eyes flew open as he burst once more into her pussy, his finger thrusting
inside her at the same time.

‘I’m going to
come,’ she gasped. ‘Come with me,’ she cried.

Jax grunted, his
hand forcing her against the wall, his cock driving into her with reckless
desire, his finger plundering her, pressing on nerve endings that drove her to
the brink and sent her flying over it.

The scream that
tore from her throat was deafening. It drowned out the thunder of the water and
the thunder of her heart. She exploded. Her orgasm a wild, earth-shattering
experience that shook her to her core, making her feel vulnerable and all
powerful at the same time.