Three Worlds 01 - Seduce Me In Dreams (24 page)

Suddenly he broke away from the kiss and grabbed her by the shoulders. His breathing ragged and harsh, he twisted her in his grasp until she was facing fully away from him. His breath fell hotly on her bare neck as she felt a tug on her hair. She gasped when she realized he was unraveling her braid. He caught her hand when she tried to stop him with a protest.

“Uh-uh,” he denied her. “This is a game of fair play. I want to touch your hair just like you touch mine.”

“But it‟s so long …”

“And I can‟t wait until we‟re both covered in it,” he told her vehemently, the blunt eroticism of the statement making her entire insides flush with liquid anticipation. Sensing his hands rapidly unraveling her braid made her feel like they were rushing toward the image he had painted. Finally she was freed, the still-damp mass releasing the scent of her shampoo all around them, and he leaned in to breathe deeply of it. “You always smell so good. This is how I found you. I could suddenly smell you …”

He brushed aside the mass of chocolaty tendrils and worked his mouth with wicked sensuality over the back of her neck and the slopes into her collarbone. She felt his lips, tongue, teeth, and even his breath as he spoke softly to her.

She felt him touch her back and then felt the tug of the laces that held the gown closed.

She closed her eyes, breathing heavily in anticipation and crossing her arms over her breasts as the dress loosened enough to fall completely off her body if she but slid out of her sleeves. The laces snaked free, and he slowly parted the fabric covering her back. The first touch of his fingers was so light and skimming, she shivered as it gave her goose bumps from the back of her neck to the backs of her thighs.

“Any pain?” he asked huskily, making her aware that there was a pattern to his traces. He could still see the lash marks.

“I honestly wouldn‟t know if there was,” she said, breathless and direct.

He laughed, and both palms slid over her back, the touch firmer, less nurturing and far more sensual. His stroke became a very purposeful dance over her eager, quivering skin. He teased her spine all the way down to its last curve before her bottom, and he brushed very close to the sides of her breasts, though never truly touching her there. It was shockingly effective, making her yearn for his hands to be everywhere, almost to the point of dropping the dress, turning around, and demanding it flat out. But though she had her share of courage, she couldn‟t bring herself to be so bold.

“Turn to me,” he beckoned her with a low, throaty command.

She obeyed, shaking and shivering the entire time with excitement and anticipation and a thousand other emotions. She looked into his eyes and released a noise of exclamation. Gone was the light color she had known, a deep purple that was so intense and erotically full of hunger taking its place. His brow was dotted with perspiration, and tension lines had appeared near the sides of his mouth and eyes. Then his hands were grasping hers and placing them against his chest.

“Touch me, Ravenna. Just a little,” he pleaded softly.

She didn‟t need any further encouragement. She also didn‟t bother with any patience for the silk tunic. She pulled the snug shirt off him, sighing in appreciation as the garment fell forgotten to the floor.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, flattered by her wordless compliment.

Ravenna smiled and reached to touch him. A slow, purposeful spreading of her hands and fingers over his rigid wall of muscle and strength. Those soft curls of hair tickled her fingers, and her smile faded as her eyes became smoky dark with sensual pleasure. She touched him over every inch of exposed skin, front and back, that she could reach, uttering small sounds of contented pleasure that made him a little dizzy when added to the unbelievable bliss of her touch on his body.

Then her mouth touched him, and he groaned at the power of how she could make him feel. Fire burst like impacting laser blasts in a path that was forged by her lips and tongue. His hands had long since locked into her luscious hair, one kneading her scalp convulsively, trying not to crush her precious little skull when the sensations overwhelmed him.

Her mouth took just as much delight as her hands had, with the energy and enthusiasm of a child tasting candy for the first time. When she found enchantment with his nipples, Bronse knew he had to get her in bed fast. He drew her away from her ambitions and stood her straight.

“Lower your arms, Rave,” he instructed roughly.

She did and, with a tug on her sleeves, he sent the dress sheeting off her body. She gasped, feeling every inch as naked as she suddenly was. Bronse tried not to smile when that blush burned in just about every blushable place on her entire body. But smiling was a foregone conclusion. She was extraordinary. He caught her hands before she could make any self-conscious concealing gestures, and he spread her arms wide. He took his time looking at her, making sure she knew that he was enjoying everything he saw.

“Bronse …,” she said, her breath coming in soft little pants.

And just like that, sanity disappeared.

Bronse grabbed her up good and tight, her feet flying off the floor as he drew her with him. He flung her onto the bed, the sweep of her hair flying, then sprawling out behind her head just as she was laid out on the plush bedding like a naked offering. Then his hands slid onto her skin, starting up her arms, over her shoulders, and, as he knelt over her, a single knee nudging up between her thighs, she felt those huge, callused palms sweeping down to envelop her breasts.

The dizzying excitement of his sudden urgency was one thing, but when he added his touch to her like that, she nearly exploded off the mattress with her pleasure. He stayed with her, moving his body over her to ease her back down as he continued to shape and stroke her with those incredible hands. Half the time it was like he held precious treasure, then he would pluck up a nipple and roll it tightly between insistent fingers while his pressure intensified until she was crying out with the extreme stimulation.

When he traded a hand for his mouth, Ravenna felt a hot flood of wet anticipation preparing her body for him. She moaned wildly as he sucked her and licked her as though she were a feast, trading sides so there could be no neglect and so he could gorge himself. His hands were moving over her skin, his palms burning hot and damp as he slipped them down her belly and hips, stroking her thighs and calves. He relinquished the sweet weight of her breast, his lips trailing away until he was pressing his forehead against her breastbone and gasping hard for breath.

“Mercy, Ravenna, what you do to me,” he ground out.

He had to be overwhelming her, Bronse thought wildly as he tried to scale back from his red haze of lust and desire. Heaven help him, he could smell her. Her excitement, musky and warm and pure Ravenna. His heart pounded relentlessly, and his brain warred between civility and … and whatever beast this was she touched in him and caused him to give rein to.

No. No. No. Damn it. I am better than this
!

“Ravenna, raise your knees, and open for me, sweetheart.”

Okay, so he wasn‟t better than this, he thought with resignation. He pulled away from her so she could obey his instructions, and she did so instantly, without reservation, shyness, or hesitation. It nearly gave him a heart attack.

“Ravenna,” he croaked, “you are so fucking beautiful.”

In the heat of that moment, Bronse had no other way of expressing himself, and he looked up quickly to see if he had offended her. He hadn‟t. She was smiling shyly, that sexy blush burning on her skin like wildfire. Bronse reached out and stroked gentle fingers down the inside of her thigh. She quivered, and he could hardly breathe. His fingers skimmed softly and briefly over the feminine heart of her, through the glistening moisture that was announcing to him that he was more than welcome. Oh, how he wanted to be inside her in that moment! His entire body was raging. His mind as well. It wanted everything all at once. Taste, touch, and thrust, and he couldn‟t accommodate the demands fast enough. He was a reasonably skilled lover, but he wouldn‟t have known it by listening to his own impulses.

Touch. He could do touch. He needed to do that, to help ease his way and to keep from hurting her. She was a virgin, and he was not a small man in any sense.

Ah, but she was so beautiful, he thought, deep need riding him hard as he slipped his fingertips over her once more, teasing her and making her breath catch in fabulous little anticipatory hitches. He shifted his position, stretching out alongside her, delighting in the way her eager hands groped for him the moment he began to move back within her reach. The slickness of her body let him part the folds of feminine flesh. He bent to kiss her even as she made a low sound of pleasure at his advancing and seeking touch.

“Ravenna,” he whispered against her mouth, “you are so wet, sweetheart … you feel like heaven.”

His heaven. And his eventual haven, he knew. But first …

He found her clitoris, and it took barely a stroke of his finger over her sweet, swollen bud for her reaction to bolt visually through her highly responsive body. Ravenna cried out his name, and he bowed his head to her breast as her desperate hands clutched madly at his hair.

The combination of sucking and touching filled Rave with ecstasy, two paths from different quarters that somehow met and melded in the center of her womb. She became mad with desire, her head swimming as tension shimmered beneath her skin. Tears sprang into her eyes as a frustration she didn‟t understand began to blanket her body.

Then he slid a finger inside of her, slowly and gently. But his gentleness was more sinuous than anything, and she writhed beneath the magic he was working on her.

“Bronse … please …,” she begged him, dragging him up to look into her pleading eyes.

“Please …”

Bronse knew what she wanted, felt it in her shifting legs and seeking hips, but she was so tight. Too tight. He kissed her apologetically as he eased a second finger inside of her, stretching her, stimulating her beyond all reason. He knew she was close to coming, and he wanted that more than anything, even if it killed him to watch her take pleasure without him. It would be a miracle if the sight of her alone didn‟t throw him past his own breaking point—he was that close to the edge. He felt her muscles tensing from head to toe, her pelvis reaching for the press of his hand. Her face flushed with perspiration and fiery blushes. Her eyes were locked to his, wide and shocked. She gasped—husky, chained rasps of breath punctuated by her desperate whispers of his name.

Then she flew.

Her entire being convulsed, physically and spiritually, and she was flung away from herself and off into all those mysterious “other” places, swirling among them like a star in the universe. Bright light burst behind her suddenly clenched eyelids, and she shouted out in a long, rough cry of female pleasure. She fell back onto the bed, not even realizing she‟d arched so high off of it, gasping for breath and the smallest point of focus.

It came in the form of watching Bronse slide to the edge of the bed, working his belt free and quickly removing the rest of his clothing. He was climbing up the center of her body moments later, wrenching her mouth beneath his for a wild and brutal kiss.

“I need you,” he rasped, tension vibrating through his entire frame as he gingerly lowered his body flush to hers. She felt the rigid length of his sex sliding between the saturated folds of her own, and she shuddered with the sensation as it clashed with the micro-tremors still twitching through her.

Bronse swore on a groan as he was bathed in the honey of her. He was convinced that he had never been so aroused, so hard that it was utter agony. She was relaxed and opened to him; it was the perfect opportunity to transition her to his invasion. He slid to her entrance, edging the head of his engorged penis into her as carefully as he could possibly manage.

He wanted to tell her to stop him if it hurt. He wanted to go slow and easy. He wanted to savor every inch and be savored in return.

“Mercy, Ravenna … I can‟t …” he gasped in a strangled voice. “I … forgive me, but I can‟t …”

He did not rend into her, but neither did he ease slowly forward. He thrust into her in two elongated strokes. He wanted to curse himself for his lack of control, but that flew from his mind when he hilted deep into her, her heat clutching him like a hot, pulsating vise. If he could die of pleasure, they would be scraping him off the damn ceiling come morning. He was in ecstasies beyond all imagining—until she surged up toward him with a tilt of her hips and an instinctive clutch of her thighs against his hips. Then his imagination was forced to expand.

He made some kind of animalistic sound of satisfaction and managed to withdraw enough to make for a decent return thrust. She answered him, higher in pitch but just as untamed and uncontrolled. He fought himself as long as he could, stroking into her two or three times more before the inevitable crashed over him like a tsunami. His entire body was turned inside out by the force of his pulsing climax, and he heard himself make another savage male sound that echoed loudly into the room as he poured relentlessly into her.

He was lucky that she was a strong, sturdy girl, because all chivalry abandoned him right along with his strength, and he collapsed weak and gasping on top of her. She didn‟t mind though. She merely wrapped her arms around him and stroked her hands through his hair, waiting with a smile for him to regain his composure.

“If your crew could see you now,” she teased him softly.

He laughed in breathless acknowledgment, finally drawing himself onto his elbows, his forearms framing her shoulders as he looked down into her pretty face. “My crew … hmm … we‟re still technically on-mission. Do you know what I would do to one of my crew who dared to do something like this while on-mission?”

She swiped a deadly finger across her throat.

“Yup.” He chuckled. “It is highly against regulations. A soldier could get busted down quite a few ranks for this.”

“Obviously you don‟t practice what you preach.”