Wrapped In Shadows (12 page)

He held me steady and I watched him inhale deeply and lap his tongue against my sensitive skin. My head fell back as a needy moan vibrated my throat.

I felt the pressure of his hand easing my thighs wide and I complied, desperate and trembling for his touch. His movements suddenly stopped and his breathing grew quiet. I knew he was silently observing me. A blush fanned over my body because I could feel my pussy ripen from his attention and my channel started a wild flutter.

“So beautiful… I knew you would be,” he whispered. “I’ve dreamed of you. Even before I knew who you were, I knew you’d look like this.”

His lips met the junction of my thighs and his hot tongue slithered through my folds, foraging deep and drinking in the accumulating moisture.

Holy Mother!
My hips jerked wildly at the raw pleasure that twisted tight through my flesh and wrung a harsh cry from my throat. I almost doubled over. I embedded my fingers in Luke’s hair and fisted it, trying to hold on as he sat low, scooted between my legs, and tilted his head back.

He moaned and rooted deeper, plunging the tormenting whip of his tongue inside me. I had no time to think of the spectacle I must have made as my naked legs straddled his head and broad shoulders. I arched my hips and fervently humped his face as his fingers dug into my ass and pinned me to him. He flogged me with his tongue, soothed the flat of it over my cleft, and then twirled the tip like a tornado around my aching bud. He pulled back and blew warm air onto my sensitive skin, sending shivering ripples up and down my swollen flesh. I didn’t recognize my cries. The sultry voice seemed foreign to my ears. It sang of a pleasure that was unbelievable, like living and dying at the same time. Like having too much, and yet not nearly enough.

He groaned long and low, then parted my folds and plunged a finger deep inside. Latching on to my clit, he sucked greedily, his moans vibrating like music through my flesh. I shattered instantly, coming and screaming my pleasure to the vaulted ceiling of the penthouse. Luke held on, keeping me balanced as he slowed his pace to long, languid licks.

He pushed back and shot to his feet. My gaze met his. I was shocked by the stark passion twisting his handsome features. The green of his eyes had darkened to a beautiful deep hunter, and his square jaw pulled tight.

“I need to fuck you,” he grated.

I swallowed hard and nodded, grateful for the firm hold he still had on my hips. My body was a quivering mass of nerve endings and I knew I’d melt right to the floor if not for his strong grip. With a desperation that bordered on madness, my hands flew to his shirt. I struggled with the buttons, then frustrated, I yanked the fabric and sent them flying. I heard his light chuckle as I started working open his jeans. My fingers trembled so badly I had trouble releasing the leather belt, but the promise of what was causing the enormous tenting beneath the fabric inspired me, and soon I was shoving the denim down his hips. He stepped out of his shoes, jeans, and boxers and I gasped at the beautiful sight.

I’d had him inside me, yes. Knew he was a large man, yes. Dreamt of him relentlessly, yes. But the visual splendor of him had been a mystery. His cock was long and thick, it’s girth literally causing my mouth to water. The fat mushroom head had a slit that spilled pearly fluid down its length. It stuck straight out from a patch of dark hair, the bulky shaft weighing it down. A heavy sac hovered at the base, tight with the need to release. My breath sawed in and out as my eyes ravished him, and the muscles of my channel seized with a violent need.
Mine!
Mine! Mine!
Yes, there was more than enough for both of us.

He must have seen the look on my face because he groaned roughly and pulled me against him. His mouth slanted over mine and he kissed me passionately, tangling our tongues in a frenzied dance. The taste of myself and the feel of him pressing against me drove me wild.

“I’m on the pill,” I puffed out between kisses. I’d hardly gotten the words out when he hoisted me up and snaked my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him. Bracing me with one arm, he positioned the leaky tip at my entrance, dragging it repeatedly through my wet flesh.

“
Oh, God, pleeease!
” I gasped, my flesh burning with need. My last word only served to punctuate the deep, full stroke as he pulled me onto his wide cock. My jaw fell open with a silent cry and my arms clung tight to his shoulders. My pussy clenched around his embedded length, sucking him impossibly deeper. A vicious tide swept through my body in wave after wave of delicious pleasure.

“
Oh, Luke!
”

“
Fuck, Kay! You feel so good!”
he hissed. His fingers dug into my hips as he worked me up and down his straining length. “Hold on to me, beautiful.”

I had no intentions of letting go, even if my life depended on it. His muscles bunched beneath his shirt and I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the heady scent of sandalwood that had woven itself into the fabric of my life. The musky odor of sex blended with it, heightening the intoxicating effects. I listened to the rhythmic slapping of our bodies coming together, and I bit my lip to choke back a scream as he withdrew all the way then slammed his full length into me. Hard. He changed his angle and each slippery glide rubbed exquisite friction along my clit, making it throb and strain with a pleasure that was almost intolerable. His hot shaft tunneled into my flesh, igniting a bevy of sensation that started in my swollen sex and spread to the tip of my fingers and toes. I squeezed his cock tight, unwilling to let him leave my body.

“
Fuuuuccck!”
He groaned like an animal and flung his head back, savage lines sketching his face. “You’re gonna make me come if you do that!”

I had no control of my body. It knew what it needed. I bucked my hips and rode him hard. Luke stumbled back to steady my writhing body and I arched my back and screamed for more as pleasure catapulted inside me, shattering my mind and body. He continued to plunge into me through my orgasm, his buttocks clenched and his hips pounding fast. His fingers clawed into my ass, holding me steady until my screams subsided. Suddenly I felt his muscles lock stiff and shouting an oath, he pulled out of me swiftly.

“
Fuck, no!
Too soon,” he hissed and jerked, clenching his teeth. “Need…a minute.”

My inner walls spasmed, missing his warmth, and it seized again when I felt his hard length slide against my lower abdomen, spraying a small amount of warm cum onto my skin. His muscles vibrated with restraint as he denied the needs of his body, and he mashed his face into my chest and breathed heavily. Eventually his body relaxed and he raised his head and looked at me, his eyes glazed and luminescent. I could feel the rhythmic thumps of his straining cock trapped between our bodies, angry and demanding. His skin was slippery with sweat, his body hot and beautifully sculpted against mine.

“Kiss me,” he whispered hoarsely, his gaze never leaving mine.

I took a minute to absorb his face and the remarkable beauty of each masculine feature. Enchanted, I felt heat punch into my chest, and leaning forward, I slowly brought my lips to his. I reinforced my legs around his hips, his hands still bracing me. My lips moved over his delicately, restless as they learned every nuance of his supple mouth. I speared my fingers through his hair and eventually let my tongue slip between his lips. He groaned and deepened the kiss, adding an intense, sensuous suction. I groaned into his mouth. God, I loved kissing him. I’d never realized just how much I enjoyed kissing before now.

Arousal swept through me quickly again and I started to hump the hot flesh digging onto my belly. Luke rumbled deep in his throat as I arched and slid my wet core up and down his rock-hard shaft. He shivered and I felt him pump more wetness onto my belly.

“Damn, that’s good,” he whispered, flexing into me and dragging me up until his inflated head bumped and pulsed against my clit.

I puffed out a breath between my lips, my flesh so deliciously sensitive I was close to orgasm again. A sweet tightness was already cajoling my muscles with tiny contractions. Luke groaned long and low as he lifted me and pulled me down onto his cock, sinking me to the wide root. Immediately he started rocking into me forcefully, and I bit my lip as fire licked through my pussy and burned a searing path up each knuckle of my spine. Luke secured my thighs and walked toward a nearby wall.

Bracing my back against the smooth, cool surface, he used the wall as leverage and took me hard, his hips snapping furiously, forcing my thighs wide. A glaze of sweat coated his skin and his shirt stuck to his back. He captured my lips, but I could tell he was losing control as his rhythm became rough and erratic. I felt his cock swell to an astonishing thickness and he pulled me down hard on his shaft, filling me with every throbbing inch until his coarse pubic hair abraded my nude skin. Suddenly a roar thundered from his lungs and his large body tensed and bucked.

“
Ahhh, shit, beautiful! Coming! Oh, Katie! My beautiful Kay! I’m…fucking coming!”

I braced through the turbulent storm as he drilled into me, and my muscles bore the challenge to hold on. I crested and peaked again, my body not mine to control. The dynamic power of his form awed and humbled me while his strength and his passion touched me deeply.

He kept kissing me for long moments after the spasms subsided, kept pulsing and thrusting his hips, gliding his lips against mine and plundering my mouth with his tongue. I let my stiff legs drop from around his waist, but Luke held me tight to his body and I clung to his neck, loving the feel of being pressed against him, our hearts beating as one. His softening dick slid from inside as I was lowered to the floor and I whimpered, missing the connection with him.

Wet heat trickled down the inside of my thighs and absurdly I clenched my sex to keep it from escaping. I wanted to hold on to everything from this man and it was a feeling of possessiveness that scared the shit out of me. He was pure passion rolled into a beautifully solid form, and the sight of him left me weak and breathless.

My palms slid over his smooth chest, brushing against his nipples and making him moan. I could now see more of the tattoo that had been a constant tease for my imagination. The colorful head of a dragon rested on the left side of his chest. It painted the defined pectoral covering his heart. His shirt hung open and I slipped it off his shoulders, wanting to see more.

He shot me a lazy grin then leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He traced my lids gently with his lips, then my cheeks and nose.

“You owe me a shirt,”

I smiled back then sucked on his bottom lip, savoring his taste.

You owe me my sanity…

I wanted to say it. It was true. He’d stolen my sanity. I was insane. Completely. Utterly. These feelings were insane. The fact that he was here was insane. And yet, I was ecstatic. Completely. Utterly. Ecstatic. I pulled away from his lips and he groaned plaintively.

My attention was drawn back to the intricate tattoo. It was a fierce dragon with its wings extended. It wound its way over his shoulder and around his upper bicep. A colorful wing folded into his neck. The dragon followed the contours of his muscles with a fluid motion that made it appear dynamic with life. I couldn’t help but trace it with the pad of my finger, then I brought my lips against it reverently.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured. “What does it mean?”

At his silence, I looked up and seemed to catch him off guard. He was someplace far away, deep in thought with his brows furrowed. That easy smile returned when he caught me studying him.

“Dragons usually represent power. They’re traditionally depicted as guardians or protectors of something precious. I got it to represent my own power over my life and my ability to decide its course and direction. Also, I consider myself a guardian. A guardian of people I love.” He looked into my eyes and I felt the heat of his stare down to my toes. “I protect what is mine.”

I let my gaze fall to the finger that circled the green eye of the dragon. The color was so much like his own emerald green. I thought of how loving he was with Livy and understood some of the significance of the tattoo.

I let out a screech when he slid his hands under my knees and lifted me off the floor, cradling me against his naked body. The room tilted and I laughed and laced my arms around his neck.

“Stop wiggling before I drop you.” He shot me a gorgeous grin and my heart liquefied in my chest.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I’m tired. You wore the hell out of me.”

I felt my cheeks heat with a blush.

“Loved it,” he said. “Though we’ll have to figure out proper compensation for my shirt. You practically shredded it.”

“
What?
It was just a few buttons!”

“It’s gonna cost you.” He waggled his brows and I bit back my laugh.

“Wait just a second!”

“Bedroom?”

“I have no recollection…”

“Bedroom.”

“I was provoked!”

“Bedroom.”

“I…ah…ah…” I sputtered and grunted again, giggling as he used me to do bicep curls, jostling me up and down. I couldn’t help wiggling, and screeched again as he pretended to lose his grip on me. The room filled with his laughter, a deep rumbling sound that caressed me from inside out.

“Where’s the bedroom, dammit?”

I pointed and buried my face in his neck, holding him and grinning secretly. I positioned my nose against his skin and inhaled deeply as he carried me down the hall.

He deposited me on a pillow, then stood and turned to leave. I let my gaze travel over his body, enjoying his muscular build, the broad sculpted shoulders, and the delectable curve of his firm ass. I propped up on one elbow and strands of shoulder length hair fell over my face. “Where are you going?”

He bent and kissed my lips, gently brushing the hair off my face. “Although
I’ve
already eaten, I believe you have not. I’m getting your food.”

I watched the sly smile slide across his face and it dawned on me what he was referring to. The dimple at the corner of his mouth deepened and I blushed floridly.