That door inside her shuddered, the one under which she'd always disappeared like smoke.
Open to me, my lady. You no longer get to be anywhere I'm not. Surrender to your Master, now and forever.
She threw her head back, another cry breaking from her lips as a wave of near climactic pleasure seized them both. Not quite there, but so close it was too fucking good to leave the razor's edge. Framing her breasts, he leaned down, nipped and sucked, thrusting and thrusting. He wanted to fuck her to death. Wanted to fuck them both to death.
Open to me, my lady. In all ways. Refuse me nothing.
He dropped down over her, bracing one hand by her head, and grasped her throat. Her lashes flickered up, her lips parted, eyes wide and sparking with all the possibilities of the universe.
"Now," he growled. "Before I kick that fucking door down."
She trembled, and it opened, so suddenly it was as if he fell into her, even as he felt her step across the same threshold in himself.
To truly know one another, inside and out. Understand everything about how they had been born, how life had sculpted them, every thought and feeling that governed them. Because this woman was a mystery even to herself, for him it would be a delicious, chaotic tapestry that continually altered. He'd found his way inside a submissive's subconscious before, but it wasn't like this. He was standing fully inside Kaela's conscious and unconscious self, surrounded by the treasure that was there. Tears and anger, rage and joy, intellect and intuition, blind faith and measured calculation. Death and life, blood and healing.
There was so much detail, he closed his eyes to help him focus, even as his body continued on without any guidance, the rueful blessing and curse of being male. His cock didn't need any direction to do what was needed, what it wanted. God, yes... Balls deep inside her, fully locked together physically, was the best way to experience this complete meshing of hearts and souls.
Her own body rose and fell to his, small sounds of physical stress and pleasure coming from her lips at the force of his taking. She was so wet, he was sure he would have heard her cunt sucking on his cock with every stroke if they were on dry land. As it was, the lagoon waters lapped over his thighs and ass, along her shoulders, across her breasts, like an additional stroke by sensual hands, urging them onward.
"Christ...you feel..." There were no words. He brought her up to him in one forceful yank, wrapped his arms around her, felt hers wrap around him and they became another of the lagoon's melded silhouettes, meant to always be merged like this. Her life was cruel and unpredictable. He knew how to deal with that. What's more, so did she. He'd never experienced such strength from one person, man or woman. Yet he felt her longing to have a port where she could set down the sword and shield, not have to wield that strength every moment of every day.
He knew how to deal with that, too. That cagey bastard Vardalos. God bless his dark, mysterious soul. He'd known Garron needed a purpose as demanding and meaningful as the battlefield he'd left behind. She was it.
Ever since he'd nearly lost his life, hearing and sight, he'd had to fight his way back. During the endless torturous rehab sessions he thought might be the way to go for CIA interrogations instead of waterboarding or fingernail pulling, during the adapting to different ways of seeing and hearing, he'd tried to find himself again. Standing inside her soul, her standing inside his, was the reward. There was no need to strain to hear, to see, to feel. It was all here, within her. There was more waiting for him in the silence and the darkness of her soul than in every voice and sight in the whole wide, blessed world.
Thank you, my lady.
Did any vampire allow his or her servant at least one delicious breath like this, this deep inside their Master or Mistress? He doubted it. From what she'd implied, it was a one-way thing, the door to the vampire's mind forever locked, while the servant's mind could be plumbed to the soul if the vampire so desired.
Based on what he knew she needed from him, it made the thought he sent to her all the more critical.
This is our contract, my lady, the only non-negotiable condition for me being your Master. That you never close me out of your heart, soul and mind. Not now, not ever. Everything else we figure out. Day by day, moment by moment.
SS
It was entirely possible for a woman's heart to be sliced in half. Kaela felt all he was feeling, even as she experienced her own reaction to seeing who Garron Rand was to the depths of his soul. She'd never had that pleasure with a servant, but she'd certainly been told about it. No words could describe it. He was entirely hers. She could crush that soul in an instant, destroy his mind and heart with the power she had in the third mark binding. Yet her mind kept returning to his words. Make me your Master in all ways... It's not about physical strength...
In the end, it would be about physical strength, though. It would be about what happened after she left this island. No matter what he thought, she couldn't take him with her. She certainly couldn't stay, no matter how addicted she was to what he could offer her. There were those who depended on her protection. The Vampire Council would come after her. Fran would be destroyed. Feeling like she'd betrayed the Council and her Mistress, the InhServ would commit suicide in her monastic cell back at Council headquarters, her shame and failure leaving her no other conceivable option. Vardalos and Garron would die as well, for knowing too much about vampires. Garron would die.
Her Master made a surprised noise as she pulled him even closer, not measuring her strength, only knowing she needed to hold him as tight to her as possible with arms and legs, him buried inside her, so she could dispel the image of him dead at the hands of the Council.
No. This was what she could have. If she could have Jared back for only ten days, knowing she would lose him again after that, she'd still do it. As horrifying as that pain would be--and it would probably be ten times as much, because she'd know what it felt like ahead of time--she wouldn't even hesitate.
So she would accept this binding for the next few days, and afterward she would leave. There were things that had nothing to do with fear of the aftermath.
Did he hear all of that? He could have, and was choosing not to spoil this moment with disagreement. Or he could still be getting accustomed to the many intersecting lines of communication a mind-to-mind connection included, overt as well as passing thoughts, some directed, some random. Either way, she was glad for the focus to remain elsewhere. Suddenly, ten days felt like the shortest time ever.
Garron lifted and took them out of the lagoon, past the cobbled path around it to a patch of grass screened by ferns and more of those exotic red flowers. His eyes on hers, his mind inside hers, he removed the remainder of their clothes and put himself upon her again, slid back into her. Her legs twined over his hips, his muscular buttocks, and she reveled in his strength, his fierceness. When his lips met hers, she opened her mouth to him, making a soft plea as he explored her mouth with his tongue, with teeth. He stretched her arms out to her sides, made her leave them there, expecting her to obey his will. Every part of her, inside and out, inside him--because that was also where she was--capitulated.
He stroked inside her, watching her face, and then he pulled out, working his way down her body. His mouth teased her clit, played at her pussy until she was gasping and squirming, grabbing handfuls of grass to anchor herself. Turning her over, he pulled her up onto all fours and covered her. He slid back into her pussy, taking her over again as he pushed her to her elbows, dominating her physically, mentally. She had no need for thought or will beyond what he desired of her, and that thought alone was enough to bring her to climax, especially when she heard his voice, the thought echoed inside his mind.
"You'll come now, my lady."
She cried out
despite the nearby bathers, because he just felt so damn good, stretching her, his thick cock filling her so deep. His hands closed over her breasts, cradling and gripping them hard as he reached his own climax with her, hips slamming against hers so she was driven against the ground, the heels of her hands creating furrows in the earth. He loved looking down at the slim line of her back, her buttocks quivering, her head down as she took all of him, as she gave all of herself to him, her cunt squeezing down on him as if it knew her Master's cock was the only one that was supposed to be there, now or forever.
Best keep that in mind, my lady.
When he finished, he was breathing hard, running on the emotions as well as the physical exertions. Which took another spike when he coiled his fingers in the heavy links of the choker around her throat and twisted a loop in it. Her whole body rippled at the constriction, her pussy giving him such a strong contraction his balls spasmed with the pleasure of it, especially as a short scream wrenched from her throat, an aftershock as strong as a mini-climax.
He rocked her through it, pushing in short strokes as she made tiny sounds of delight. Not until he'd wrung every last sensation out of both of them did he finally ease that hold and drop down over her. Bracing his palm beside hers, he coiled his arm around her waist. "Good," he murmured. "Good, my lady. You've served me well."
She shuddered, her forehead to the ground, and her hand moved over, hooked his fingers, gripped hard. He put his lips on the back of her neck, over the heavy chain, and stayed there. He breathed against her, his chest rising against her back, keeping that connection as she pulled herself back together. But she couldn't. She just kept shaking.
It seemed like every time he took her, she ended up back in this place. She didn't know what was wrong.
Not a thing, my lady. You've just hungered for this so long, whenever the gateway opens, you go into the deep end. It's a beautiful thing to see. A total gift for your Master.
Making another soothing noise, he pulled out of her, put on his swimsuit so quickly there was barely a breath before he was touching her again. Garron turned her over, scooped her up, and her arms went around his neck as if he was her last hope before falling off a cliff. "I've got you, my lady," he whispered, staying there on the ground, holding and rocking her.