Rebel Obsession (16 page)

“I’ve never…” She took a deep breath, the hint of a thrill crossing her face.

“…done anything like this?”

She nodded.

“Miriam, I promise. I won’t do anything you don’t want. Do you want me to stop?”

God, he hoped not.

“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head.

After a moment’s hesitation, during which she kept her blue eyes locked to his, she slowly let go of the T-shirt and let him pull it away, exposing her magnificent breasts again.

Her nipples were large and dark pink, and just as he had expected, they stood a good half-inch at attention, as if reaching for him. And who was he to deny them?

He rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, leaning down and kissing the other so softly his lips barely met her skin. She hissed through her teeth, sucking in a blast of air, then moaned as she sank back and exhaled. Her gaze filled with hunger, her eyes watching him with eager anticipation, and he leaned down again and quickly flicked his tongue over her hardened nub. Miriam gasped and squirmed, grinding her hips against his thigh.

The amount of power he had over her was such a turn-on, but the fact she trusted him not to abuse that power excited him even more.

She took a shuddering breath through parted lips, her gaze locked on his as her chest rose seductively.

“Tell me, Miriam,” he said, drawing closer. “How do I make you feel?” His lips brushed over her other nipple, but he kept his gaze connected with hers.

She blinked dreamily and licked her lips, taking another strained breath.

Io swirled his tongue around her hard nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He would make her delirious with need, push her to her limits, make her want him so badly she would never want to leave.

“God, yes.” One of her hands clamped onto the back of his head and her fingers fisted into his hair as her chest rose to meet his mouth.

Io loved the way her body responded to him, and he loved that he was the one getting the opportunity to show her the delights a man could give a woman.

“Tell me how I make you feel,” he said again, allowing his hand to travel back down her stomach to tease the loose waistband of the sweats she wore.

Miriam’s body quaked again. Damn, she was sexy. No female had ever responded to him like this. So raw and primal. Her actions held no ulterior motives, and even under her obvious desire, her innocence was ever-present.

“Decadent. Desirable. Free.” Her voice was a mere whisper and she breathed out a sigh between each word.

“And beautiful.” Io added.

His hand slipped inside the sweats and her grip on the back of his head tightened as she reached down and grabbed his forearm with her other hand.

An instinctual response?

“Do you want me to stop?” he said. His lips teased her nipple.

A choked groan caught in her throat and she writhed against him, but she didn’t pull away or tug on his arm.

“Tell me, Miriam.” He took her nipple in his mouth again, flicking it with his tongue.

She shivered and squirmed then released his arm. “No, don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” Io’s hand sank deeper.

* * *

Io’s subdued moan sounded almost serene, but Miriam knew better. Io was a male. A powerful male. And yet he handled her with tenderness. The dichotomy tingled her spine, and her blood heated further. Who would have thought she would take to such a male? Strong, virile, a member of the working class yet more like a prince with every gentle caress he lavished on her, whether with his hands or his tongue.

Was he always this way with the women he took to his bed? Or just her? Io didn’t seem like the kind of male who was used to holding back or putting the pace of the action into someone else’s control.

On one hand, she wanted to abuse the power he had given her. This was her chance to have all that a male could give her. All she needed to do was say the word and it was bye-bye virtue. She would finally know the feel of a male. Not just his touch, but how he felt inside her, body-to-body, locked in a primitive dance as old as time.

On the other hand, she didn’t want to ruin the beauty of what Io was doing to her. For the first time, she felt like a princess, because Io almost seemed to be worshipping her. To take away what seemed to be a pivotal moment for him, as well as her, by rushing into full-blown sex would be wrong. Talk about a law that shouldn’t be broken. This was one of those times.

His fingers glided over her nether lips, and she stirred uncontrollably through the shot of heat that pulsed like rays of sunlight from her center. Her toes tingled, her fingers curled, and her legs opened as he gently rubbed her up and down, up and down. Soft and slow, he seduced her body as well as her mind, his teeth nibbling the puckered flesh of her breast.

This was good, so good, so beautiful.

“More,” she said, the word more of an exhale than a spoken syllable.

Io complied and lifted himself over her body to take her other nipple between his lips as his index and ring fingers parted her so his middle finger could massage her swollen clitoris.

“You’re so wet,” he said before opening his mouth and drawing in her entire areola, sucking and licking her into a frenzy.

His middle finger slid through her slick offering and dipped inside. Not far, but far enough that he pushed against the barrier of her hymen with the tip of his finger.

“Oh fuck,” he said, his deep voice growling through the words. “You’re pure.”

The crude obscenity pleased her more than offended, and the satisfaction and reverence in his voice made her insides melt like candle wax against a flame.

“I knew you were, but….” He placed his forehead against her sternum, his finger still inside her but unmoving. His breath rushed out over her chest and against her stomach.

Io seemed to be paying homage to her, honoring and admiring her chastity, and she combed her fingers through the hair on the back of his head before flattening her palm against his scalp. Holding, just holding…and breathing.

He lifted his head and looked at her. “I knew you were pure,” he repeated, “but feeling it for myself—feeling the proof with my own hand—does something to me. I….” Io hesitated as if choosing his words wisely. “Miriam, you have a hold on me I’ve never known. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

The reverence shining in his eyes and the timbre of his voice, so solid and sure, nearly undid her. Io captivated her. He knew the penalty for what he was doing, but he did it, anyway. Not even the knowledge that her father could kill him for his actions kept him from her.

Some would call him reckless, but she disagreed. Io wasn’t reckless. He was fearless. And that was just the quality she needed in a male. To hell with what her father wanted for her. She knew what she wanted, as well as what she needed. And none of the suitors her father would match her with had half the spine and mental prowess Io had. None were strong enough to handle her, let alone meet her halfway.

But with Io, she was putty in his hands. Hot putty ready to be molded and cultivated into a work of art. Io didn’t just meet her halfway and handle her with an expert hand, he urged more from her than even she knew she was capable of. The orgasm he had given her earlier, for example, had shattered her. And as her body had slowly glued itself back together after its glorious rapture, she was like a stretched rubber band, unable to return to the exact shape she had been before.

Io was a male she would die and kill for, and who she instinctively knew would die and kill for her.

And that connected them somehow. Miriam couldn’t explain it, but something magnetic and larger-than-life was happening between them.

“Io…?” She pushed her fingers through his thick, dark brown hair.

His finger was still inside her, applying pressure that felt heavenly, making her want more.

Io’s body shifted against her and she felt his hard length rub against her thigh. His breath rushed over her breast as he rocked his hips against her again, then again.

He was pure masculinity. All hard male and domineering strength, coiled and powerful.

Suddenly, she needed to feel him, his skin, his fire.

“Take off your shirt,” she said, pushing up the hem.

She hated that he had to take his hand away from exploring her, but the payoff was in watching him reach around, grab the back of the shirt at the neck, then pull it off in one husky yank to display his olive skin and chiseled body.

And then his hand was back inside her sweats. His fingers massaged her, his body rose up, and he repositioned himself between her legs, poised partially on his knees so his fingers could continue their fiery caresses against her slick heat.

“Don’t stop,” she said, tracing her fingers over the swells of his chest. He had a deep, pronounced dip between his pecs, and she imagined licking him there. Maybe someday she would, but right now, she was enjoying the simple act of admiring his body while he played his fingers over her sex.

The pad of his thumb circled her clit, pressing and stimulating her. She knew she was going to come again. She could feel it working its way to the surface.

“Yes, like that. Just like that, Io.”

He was hers. She already knew it. Somehow, she just knew.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Io had never treated a woman with such care. He had never given so selflessly of himself. Until now, he hadn’t wanted to. For the first time, a woman’s pleasure was more important than his own. In fact, her pleasure drove him toward his own. Simply watching her body undulate and shake, listening to her deepening moans and uttered words of encouragement, and feeling her hips rotate against his hand as he stroked her clit with his thumb, was enough to push him to the threshold of his body’s sexual limits.

Her arms around him tightened, pulling him down as her legs quivered. The moment his chest pressed against hers, she convulsed and cried out as she came.

He pressed his palm fully against her, feeling her muscles clench and spasm.

“Oh my God, Miriam,” he said. His cock ached to spend itself.

“Io….”

That nearly did him in. Hearing her moan his name as she continued coming was better than a blow job, and his cock wept on the inside of his sweatpants as he groaned long, low, and deep.

“Did you…?” she said, flinching through another tiny spasm, catching her breath and moaning. Once she stilled, she tried again. “Did you come?” The tips of her fingers danced down his back then up to his shoulders.

“No.” He feared pressing himself against her. If he did, he was sure to climax, and he didn’t want this to be about his pleasure. Right now, everything was about Miriam. “But damn, I want to.”

“Do it.” She pushed him to his back, excitement glinting in her eyes as she licked her lips, straddled him, and slapped her hands down on his chest.

She rose and swiveled her hips against him, moaning as she quivered through an aftershock of her own. Then a devilish smile broke across her face as she churned her hips again. The shock of her unexpected assault blew Io’s mind. Sweet, docile Miriam had been replaced with wanton, sex goddess Miriam, and Io couldn’t have been happier.

“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth and gripped her hips, lifting his own off the bed to strengthen the physical connection between them.

“Can I make you come like this?” Miriam thrust forward, her breasts bobbing as he dry-fucked her.

He growled then purred in response, locking his gaze to hers. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

She rode him forward and back, massaging his hardened length with her body, and she laughed—a deep, throaty, sexy sound that curled his toes. She looked and sounded like a female who was only just beginning to realize her sexual prowess, both bashful and daring, wanting to push further to see just how far she could go. Everything about Miriam was designed to give him pleasure. Her body, her mind, the way she moved, her voice…even her sultry laugh turned him on.

“I want you to come,” she said. “I want to know what you look like when you do.” Her hips swiveled against him. Yes, most definitely she was discovering herself, and she was doing it in his arms. God love her. “I want to know what you feel like.” Her eyes sparkled, and she bit her lip.

Holy shit! She was driving him wild. Through clenched teeth, and with his fingers sinking more harshly into the firm flesh of her thighs, he said, “You keep doing that, and you’ll get your wish.” He thrust against her. If she wanted to play, he would play.

A self-satisfied smile spread across her face and she leaned down so her incredible nipples brushed over his chest as she rotated her hips around on him again. “I hope so.”

“Something tells me you know more about pleasing a male than you’ve let on.” Io slid his hands around to her ass and squeezed, pulling her against him as he pushed his hips up. “Or are you just a natural vixen?” He grinned against her mouth.

“If I am to be prepared for my future mate,” she said, taking a dramatically proper air, “I need to know such things, don’t you think?” Through her long lashes, she gazed at him, nibbling her bottom lip once more. Clearly, she was teasing him.

Io narrowed his eyes and growled. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else with her but him.
He
was her future mate, but something told him he wasn’t exactly what daddy had had in mind for a son-in-law.

Too bad. She was his, and it was time he made that perfectly clear.

Io flipped her to her back. She yelped as he rolled on top of her, held down her arms, and pinned her hips to the bed with his before shoving her long legs open with his knees. “Then I’m thankful you’ve prepared to please
me.
”

A momentary flash of fear skirted through her eyes, and then she licked her lips, her gaze turning hot as she moaned and pressed her hips upward, rubbing herself against him.

“You like being manhandled, don’t you?” What a thrill for her to react to him that way.

She nodded once, her lips curling into a shallow, mischievous smile.

“The king’s daughter likes it rough?” Io let go of her arms and gripped her thighs to yank her closer.