Renegade (Elite Ops 5) (25 page)

his lips moved down her back, heading swiftly to her breasts.

Tremors shook her body as pleasure began to suffuse it. Like a flame beneath her

skin, consuming her entire body, shards of sensation began to sizzle and electrify. The velvety feel of his lips moving over the curve of one breast had her shaking. Fingers of electric impulse were shooting straight to her womb, clenching it in need and dragging a cry from her throat as his tongue stroked over one nipple enticingly.

"I could devour you." His voice was a growl of pure hunger. "I swear to God, every time I touch you it's like being burned by pleasure."

She was going to melt like butter all over him. The sound of his voice, the stroke of his lips and tongue over her nipple, and the eroticism of his words combined to have her juices flowing and dampening the silk of her panties. Her vagina clenched in hungry need and she swore her nipples tightened further.

"Then devour me," she whispered, the ache in her voice unmistakable as she watched him.

His lips were poised over her nipple, his hard bronzed face dark with lust, with

need.

If only it were simple lust and nothing more, she thought. But she saw more, and

ached to understand what the emotion in his eyes meant.

His lips quirked before he bestowed a suckling kiss on the sensitive tip of her

breast, causing her to catch her breath in excitement.

"You like the pleasure, don't you, baby?" His cheek rasped against the curve of 121

her breast as his lips lifted from her nipple. "Sweet little innocent."

The stroke of his hands down her spine to the upper curve of her buttocks had her

inhaling in anticipation.

Of course, Nik didn't miss the reaction, she thought in dazed excitement. His

fingers began to play there, drawing circles, the blunt tips of his nails raking against her skin as she shuddered in reaction.

"I'm going to take you right here," he promised her then. "I'm going to drive my cock up that sweet pussy, Mikayla, while my fingers play in other ways." One finger traced the narrow cleft of her rear to her thighs.

Mikayla cried out in sensory overload as he chose that moment to cover her

nipple with his lips. His teeth rasped it gently; his tongue stoked and laved. He sucked the tender bud into his mouth, drawing on it with heated destruction as Mikayla lost even the ability to process thought.

She felt her panties tear. He didn't bother taking them from her, he just ripped

them from her body, and she swore she almost came from the excitement of the act.

Mikayla couldn't retain even a semblance of control where her responses to him

were concerned. Each touch had adrenaline racing through her bloodstream, spurring the need for more, making each touch a bounty of pleasure.

Her hands stroked along his shoulders as he sucked at first one nipple, then the

other, drawing it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, setting fire to her womb with each draw of his mouth.

Anticipation began to thunder in her head as she felt his fingers move between her thighs. She thought he would release the heated length of his erection, thought he would take her then, ease the burning pain for his possession.

Instead, his fingers cupped between her thighs as his head pulled back, his lips

releasing her nipple as he stared down at her.

His fingers stroked inside the slick, soaked folds of her flesh. They glided through the moisture, eased back, flicked over the hungry opening, then stroked against her clit with near-devastating results.

"How sweet and hot," he crooned. "You make a man want to burn inside you, Mikayla."

Burn, burn,
she chanted silently as her hips moved as though on their own, pressing against his fingers and demanding more.

"Is this what you want, baby?" One finger pressed high and hard inside her, filling her with a sudden fiery ecstasy that had her back arching, his name falling from her lips.

Oh, God, that was what she needed.

The rasp of his finger against tender, sensitive nerve endings was nearly more

than she could bear. It felt as though electricity were surging inside her, searing her.

"Ahh, you do want that," his voice rasped, approval and hunger thickening the tone. "Do you want more, Mikayla?"

He gave her more. A second finger joined the first, pressed inside her, stretching her, burning her with the sensations as she gasped, her hips grinding down on the

penetration.

It was exquisite. The feel of his fingers moving inside her, stroking her, parting the tight muscles, and finding hidden little nerve endings that had known no touch but his.

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His thumb stroked around her clit, the roughened pad an intense friction that kept her hovering on the edge of release. Surging white-hot fingers of sensation were attacking her nerve endings, sizzling through her clit, her vagina, screaming in silent demand at the feel of his fingers stretching her apart.

She tightened on the invasion inside her, perspiration dampening her flesh as the

heat surging through her body began to consume her.

She couldn't hold back her response; she didn't want to hold it back. She wanted

to lose herself in him, in the pleasure.

Forcing her lashes open, she stared back at him, her body jerking at each surge of pleasure that rocked through her. Each thrust of his fingers inside her body.

"What you do to me," she whispered breathlessly. "I love it, Nik. I love what you do to me."

His expression tightened, his fingers reaching higher inside her, where he paused, stroked, and forced a cry from her lips at the incredible sensations that raked through her womb.

"There, pretty girl," he groaned, the hand that gripped the side of her rear moving until his fingers slid into the narrow crease. "There you go; just let it feel good."

All kinds of good.

Mikayla shuddered as the hand at her rear changed course, moved, and seconds

later she felt the hard, naked length of his cock pressing against her thigh.

"Come here, sweetheart." His fingers slid free.

One hand gripped her thigh, the other the hard length of his erection as he tucked it against the entrance of her body.

"Ride me, Mikayla. Take me, baby, however you need me."

However she needed him. She needed all of him, wild and uncontrolled. Breaking

that control wouldn't be easy, though. It wouldn't happen tonight. Tonight, though, she would know the pleasure.

All the pleasure. Controlling it, taking it, relishing it.

Lowering herself, Mikayla felt her lashes flutter uncontrollably at that first fiery, stretching entrance.

The feel of the engorged crest pushing inside the tender flesh burning as it parted sensitive tissue and caressed once-hidden nerve endings with exquisite force.

She moved on him slowly, taking him by increments as she watched his face. The

way his eyes narrowed, the flush that bracketed his cheekbones, the harsh, tight lines his expression morphed into.

Savage hunger glittered in his eyes and tightened his face just as it began to roil through Mikayla's system.

She was wanton. She was hungry for him. Rocking against him, pressing down,

lifting, slow and easy she took every hard, heavily veined inch of his cock inside and shuddered with the pleasure racing through her.

She had never known anything like this. Like controlling the strength and the

power of the man beneath her, taking him, moving against him for her own pleasure, and watching the pleasure as it filled his face as well.

It made her want more. It made her want to see if his face could tighten further, if pleasure could brighten his eyes further.

Holding on to his shoulders, she breathed in roughly and fought to keep hold of

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just enough of her senses to watch him, to memorize his expressions, his response. The way the muscles of his shoulders tightened and bunched, the way sweat beaded on his forehead and ran in a small rivulet down the side of his face.

His finger slid to the rounded flesh of her rear, tightened, and parted them before sliding inward, meeting in the shallow cleft that parted the sensitive globes.

Her eyes closed. Color ricocheted behind her eyelids as she felt his fingers rasp

against the delicate opening he found there before his fingers dipped to the point where their bodies were locked together.

She wanted to move, needed to move, but as his fingers caressed the edges of her

stretched opening she could only feel and let the pleasure wash over her as he drew the heavy, slick moisture back.

As his fingers moved back once more, she lifted, her inner muscles tightening

convulsively on his cock as the friction heated her further.

Sliding down once again, she felt his finger rub against her rear entrance, felt it tuck gently against her, using the downward pressure of her body to penetrate just enough to warn her of his intentions.

Her eyes flared open as she froze. The feel of his finger poised just inside the

forbidden entrance had her breath catching as his narrowed pale blue gaze met hers.

"Do I stop?" he asked, his voice low, rasping deeper than normal as he pulled back and exited, only to draw more of the moisture that eased from her vagina back to the sensitive area.

She lifted again.

His finger tucked back into place.

Did she dare? Could she dare?

Closing her eyes, biting her lip, Mikayla slowly lowered herself once again.

The look on her face nearly had him losing his hold on the release that threatened to erupt from his balls.

Nik gritted his teeth as he fought that ache, felt her pussy rippling around him in nearing orgasm as it burned through the thin protection of the condom he had managed to roll over his dick before she began taking him.

Innocence marked her expression, filled her eyes. Despite the eroticism of the act, that innocence was still there. Despite the fact that she was slowly, hesitantly, taking his finger up her ass, his dick up her near-virgin pussy, she still looked like a virgin. Like a wanton, innocent fairy perched on his lap, driving him insane with pleasure.

It was all he could do to hold on. All he could do to hold back his release as he

felt those tighter inner muscles gripping his finger as she began to move on him.

It was an agony of pleasure. Sharp shards of sensation raced up and down his

spine, coalesced in his balls, and combined to drive him closer to release, to another nail in his fucking coffin.

Damn her, she was stealing every shield he had placed around his soul and he

couldn't figure out how she was doing it. He couldn't stop her from doing it, and he couldn't leave her to keep it from it happening.

As he gripped her hip with his free hand, his head rested along the back of the

chair. She was moving faster now, stronger. Her body undulated against him, rising and falling, her back arched, her face radiant, as though she loved the feel of his body.

Needed it. Craved it as much as he craved hers.

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God, he needed more of her.

He wanted to spend every second just like this. With her taking her pleasure of

him. Riding him like she couldn't help it. Like the perfect vision of sensual enjoyment.

Her face flushing, her amethyst eyes darkening, her breasts swollen, nipples so hard they were like berries.

"There you go, baby," he groaned. "Fuck me, Mikayla. There you go, hard and fast, darlin'. Fuck me. . . ."

It was tearing through him. He could feel the hard pulses of electric sensation

tearing up his spine, sizzling in his balls. His cock tightened, pulsed.

Gripping her hip tighter, he moved harder beneath her, faster. Surging inside the

tight grips that clenched around his dick as well as his finger, milking them, destroying him with her response to him.

She was close. He could feel her rising, see it in her face.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as strangled little cries fell from her lips. Tight, hard nipples brushed his chest, burned into his chest.

"Oh, God. Nik." Tightening further, she began to shudder.

"Give it to me, Mikayla," he groaned as he fucked inside her harder, his hips surging beneath hers, driving his cock into the hot, almost-too-snug grip of her pussy.

"Give it to me, baby. Come for me, Mikayla."

As though she needed nothing more, she exploded. He felt her climax, felt it

tugging at his cock, his finger. Her juices flowed along his shaft to his balls as she tightened, arched, and cried his name as though only he could hold her to the earth now.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her to his chest, held her close, and

powered inside her. Once. Twice. The explosion shattered through him as Mikayla jerked and shuddered in his arms, lost in her own pleasure as he found his alongside her.

Holding back was becoming harder each time. Holding his heart and his soul

behind the ragged edges of what shields remained was becoming next to impossible.

Cradling her in his arms, still buried inside her, Nik realized in that moment that he could never have enough of her. That losing her, walking away from her, would

destroy what he had retained of his humanity in the past ten years. He would be nothing more than a shell of a man.

Just as he realized he would have no other choice. When this was finished, when

she was safe, he would have no choice but to leave. In doing so, he would leave the last threads of his soul with her.

Rising from the chair, he held her close to his heart and moved to her bedroom,

the big bed he had shared with her the night before, and the warmth he'd found in it.

Laying her down, he couldn't help but grin at the drowsy kiss she laid on his lips before he straightened and moved to the bathroom.

Minutes later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth and towel. He cleaned her

thighs and the delicate folds of her silken pussy before drying her gently.