The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) (30 page)

She gasped, her hands threading
in his hair for anchor. He suckled her. Warm lips tugged and tortured her
sensitive peak. Raw heat kindled inside of her as wetness dampened between her
legs in a flood. With that one masterful touch she was ready for him...more
than ready.

“Alrik,” she gasped.

His mouth released her breast
with a wet pop, and then he opened that sexy mouth wide and latched onto her
other breast. Oh my. Her eyes rolled back into her head and it turned into a
struggle to keep the heavy weight of her head up.

Fuck it, she thought. It fell
back, which worked out great because it pushed her nipple even further into his
mouth and he didn’t waste the opportunity. He scraped his wet tongue around and
around her peak flicking across it until her core throbbed in time with the
movement. Each possessive tug, every tender rub pulled an answering need from
deep inside her.

That’s it. She needed release.
Too much pressure had built up inside her.

She shoved his shoulders hard. He
didn’t have to but he rolled back taking her with him, cradling her against his
chest as he laid back.

She landed on top of him and
rubbed her core against the immense erection in his pants. A breathy moan
escaped her. Need drove her movements and made her unable to stop rubbing her tender
clitoris against him over and again.

“Abbigail!” He said her name like
a curse.

She couldn’t stop moving, her
hips undulated against him working them both into a fiery frenzy. Sitting up
she traced her hands over his hard chest, and down the flats of his nipples.
Her mouth soon followed, kissing and tasting his warm masculine essence. Hard
muscles bulged in his abs teasing her to touch.

So, she did and followed the
tempting path of hard muscle and satiny skin with her lips. His abs bucked
under her touch. His erection pressed hard against his pants as if trying to
escape.

She didn’t know what was louder:
her panting breaths or his deep grunts. Either way they created a sensual storm
around them.

Her hand cupped his length, tracing
over his hard cock, and squeezing him. The fabric of his jeans had to go. She
needed to feel him hot and hard in her hand. She moaned just at the thought of
how he’d soon be filling and thrusting inside of her. Her core beat with a
pulse at the erotic vision.

“Abbigail,” he said again, this
time a warning.

She laughed softly and darted her
tongue beneath the band of his pants. His entire body stilled.

Yes,
she thought.
You’re mine now
.

She wanted to see him under her
control all that under brilliant strong man melting all because of the flick of
her tongue. She wanted to see him, this strong and brilliant man, squirm and
melt under her all from a flick of her tongue.

Abby curled her fingers into the
band of his pants. Only a row of four buttons kept her from what she wanted,
and from what pushed hard against the seam as if trying to escape. She hooked
her fingers around the first button and opened it.

“I want you, woman,” he growled,
his voice making a shiver race down her stomach.

The tip of him poked through;
hard, rounded, and wet at the tip. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly
dry lips. Slowly she opened the next button and then the next until finally he
sprung free, eager, and solid.

She curled her hand around the
shaft loving the contrast of rocky hard strength and velvety soft skin. Her
hands pumped up and down the dark shaft, but her eyes watched his expression.
His lips parted, abs curled as he arched and thrust his hips into her grasp. He
was a beautiful, sexy sight.

“Oh baby,” she breathed at the
sight.

“God damn you,” he cursed.

Every instinct inside her told
her to tear their pants off and sit on top of him until she felt him invading
every inch of her.

But this was such a good,
bittersweet torture that she couldn’t. Not when she had the sexy dark demon undulating
in the palm of her hand—literally.

So she licked up and down the
length of his shaft, listening to the catch in his breath, the deep groans
rumbling from his chest, and the way his hands gripped then released the grass
at his sides.

As her tongue performed a
particularly seductive move around the tip of him, he automatically reached for
her head. Her heart stuttered in her chest as her breath caught. Would he curl
his hands into her hair and push his cock into her mouth? The thought aroused
her so much she flushed.

He reached for her but before he
touched a strand on her head, he pulled back. His hands shook as if it took
great effort to keep them at his sides. That made her grin and suck on the tip
of him even harder.

His hips bucked forcing his cock
deeper into her mouth.

She didn’t want him to behave.
Not now. Now she wanted him wild and unleashed. She wanted to feel every single
sensation that he felt for her. She wanted their love to be a physical thing
that could be felt in the air around them.

So, she swirled her tongue over
the tip of him and sucked his cock into her mouth. His wet shaft glided
smoothly into her mouth, filling her wide and deep. He was big, bigger than
she’d ever had. Her lips spread taut around his shaft, nearly hurting but my
God was it worth it. Her hand worked the bottom of his long shaft, fist pumping
slow before gathering speed. His harsh breathing filled her ears as her mouth
worked him up and down, sucking and licking, lips caressing his hard shaft.

It had all been worth it because
his entire body jerked under her touch, hips twitching then pumping to fill her
mouth as if he was fucking it. His chest rose and fell in hard pants like he’d
just finished a hard mile-long sprint. Ecstasy tightened his features with raw
beauty. She moaned around his shaft, actually wishing he’d come. Just come now
and spend in her mouth. She wanted to give him that pleasure, wanted to taste
all of him in a way she couldn’t explain. As if she wanted to share everything with
this man, take in all parts of him and give it back ten-fold.

“Dreenaru gina slinah!”

“Hmmm?” she hummed as she sucked
him deep again, moving faster now with both mouth and hand. His cock grew
harder, hotter. The vein pulsed beneath her fingertips as his thighs trembled,
actually
trembled
at her touch. She felt like she had the power to move
mountains.

“You are incredible,” he said
huskily, translating for her.

Yes, well, she felt incredible
bringing him this kind of pleasure. Each grunt and groan from him, each thrust
of his hips and hard roll of his packed abs sent a pulse straight to her
clitoris. She ached. Squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease her. Hot
moisture escaped her at the action and rubbed along her swollen folds.

“Stop now, Abbigail. Take me
inside you,” he pleaded.

Yes!
Her body screamed.

She wanted to stay and tease him
but instead she listened to him, her body too tense to do otherwise. In a rush,
she kicked off her shoes, socks, and tugged down her jeans. Her panties followed
next, and then she tossed her leg over his wide, thick waist with the V of
muscles cut above his hips bones.

God he was sexy.

His hands steadied her, caressing
from her thighs up to her waist then around to her ass. She was open to him
completely. As she arched over him, prodding his cock with her entrance, he
took full advantage of her position. He squeezed and molded her breasts, tugged
a hard nipple between two warm fingertips. His other hand slipped down her side
and gave a quick squeeze to her hip before cupping her sex.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

A soft moan escaped her. Her
heart melted and need poured from her. She tensed at his touch. She thought he
might take to torturing her as she had him, but he didn’t.

His fingers slid over her wet center
to dip inside and tease her of something much bigger and harder to come.

“Alrik,” she gasped. Her hips
rocked against his fingers.

He moved much too slowly.

One hand tugged her tender nipple
in time with his fingers thrusting lazily in and out of her. His touch created
a spike of pleasure from her brain to her core that threatened to burst. Her
breaths turned ragged as need built. She could come she was that close to
climax. She just needed a push.

“Touch me,” she begged, trying to
watch him but she could barely manage to keep her eyes open.

“I am touching you.” The corner
of his mouth kicked up in a sensual way she wanted to bite.

She might have laughed if she
could. “No, I mean touch me faster.”

His palm suddenly pressed hard
against her clitoris then his fingers curled inside her rubbing over a spot
that instantly made her head fall back and her body tense.

Oh yes, right there
, her body cried.

Everything that mattered,
everything that she thought or felt centered on his hands and the pleasure he wrought
from her.

“You make me feel more than I
ever have,” he said roughly. His palm circled over her clitoris rubbing in a
steady rhythm.

How could he share such deep
words at a time like this? She couldn’t respond coherently let alone with the
thought and care his words deserved.

So, she said the simplest and
most honest thing she could think of. “I love you.”

His fingers around her breast as
he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them as his palm pressed against her
and moved faster. Blissfully, wonderfully faster. Her sex clenched around him
as her breaths caught. The erotic sensations were too much. Burning waves rose
inside her. Her skin drew tight as hot steam built up inside her. He kept
playing her, thrusting faster, pressing harder against her, and building her up
to a tremendous peak.

Then, he drove her over.

She shouted a strangled cry of
pleasure. She trusted him completely with her body and with her pleasure. She
trusted him because she loved him. She could feel it in the wild palpitations
of her heart slamming in her chest.

“Alrik, Alrik...”

His arms snaked around her waist
and then her back pressed into the grass and his strong body cocooned hers. Hot
lips pressed against hers wringing another kiss from her, this one sweet and
filled with longing. She couldn’t possibly float any higher, any lighter at
that moment because right then everything in the world was right.

As her body floated back down to
earth and her skin cooled, she rubbed her legs against his, wrapped her arms
across his back, and simply cradled him to her. Time passed, she couldn’t be
sure how long and they just kissed letting the passion cool.

When he finally slipped his hips
between her legs and slowly entered her , her breath caught and needy warmth
fill her, she was ready. He took her slowly, his eyes loving hers, their lips
kissing then tasting each other’s necks and shoulders.

He wasn’t fucking her.

He wasn’t having sex with her.

He was making love to her.

She held him close as each thrust
brushed her clitoris making her blood burn hotter and hotter. He took her
slowly toward another heart-soaring peak. This time she knew he’d be right
there with her though.

Her hips rocked against his until
they made a perfect tempo together. He grew restless, breaths coming heavier as
she entwined her legs with his, opening her core to him.

He groaned deep in his chest as
if she was killing him.

“You are so beautiful,” he said
in her ear.

No, you are
she wanted to say but didn’t.
She didn’t want anything to ruin this.

One arm slid beneath her hips to
pull her up.

A strangle moan escaped her at
this new position. “It’s too much,” she whispered raggedly. Her thighs started
to quiver, her core to pulse, and she knew she was so close. But, she didn’t
want to go without it.

“It’s perfect.”

He drove into her faster, harder.
They were one with uneven breaths mingling and lips clinging to each other
without really kissing. He was hard and moving inside her, pushing her closer
and closer.

“I love you, Alrik.” Her heart
stuttered at saying the words aloud. But his response erased any doubts she had
whatsoever.

The hand at her hip flexed
against her. “You’d be scared at how much I love you.”

His reply shocked her, but then
he slid his tongue against hers and focused all his energy on making her scream.
Which he did, two more times before finally burying himself deep and jetting
into her.

“You’re crazy,” she said
afterward.

Their sweat-slicked bodies had
long dried. He’d wrapped her up in his arms like a precious bundle he didn’t
want to let go. She’d never cuddled before, couldn’t stand it in fact. However,
with Alrik she could easily get used to this.