I felt the wind shift as he moved just before he landed on his feet in front of me. “Look at me.” My womb clenched and my breasts felt heavy, achy. I refused to lift my head to obey his command and when he used his finger to lift my chin my skin burned where he touched.
That fire between my thighs intensified as his scent wrapped itself around me and I felt drawn to him even as I wanted to pull away. He was speaking to me now without moving his lips and not with words. This time I saw us entangled with each other as we moved together on the largest bed I’ve ever seen.
I got lost in the vision as my body responded to what my mind saw. He was seducing me with his thoughts. “I said look at me!” This time I had no choice, not only because of the finger he still held beneath my chin, but because of the strong current that ran between us. An electric charge that had sparks like little fireflies dancing around us.
No, those weren’t sparks I saw, but what looked like tiny little butterflies that seemed to be of an unusual color, not of this realm. Lightest of blues and diamond white they were and I had no idea what they meant.
When my eyes finally met his, his pupils were dilated, pinpricks of light that looked right into me. “Kiss me!” I wanted to run; I knew that on my own I had no strength against him. He’s the only being who can overpower me like this, and he’s the only one who can destroy me. I need my sisters…
“You don’t need them. You don’t need anyone but me.” Oh shit, he’s reading my mind? This is worst than I thought. I moved to jerk my face away, to escape his hold both physically and mentally, but he squeezed my jaw between his fingers.
“If you run from me, I will run you to ground and fuck you right here in this alley. Is that what you want? Or would you rather I take you home to my bed?” He whispered the last in my ear as he rubbed his cheek against mine.
My legs gave out and he had to lift me in his arms. Instead of recoiling from his touch my body undulated as I writhed against him like a purring kitty. Why do I feel so safe in my enemy’s embrace? Why do I feel no resistance to him? It was his scent, it was taking me over, clouding my judgment.
And his arms, his strong masculine arms that held me as if I were light as a feather. His body felt hard against mine, like he were made of steel but the way he held me, so carefully, gently, as if he was afraid he’d hurt me if he held me too tight.
I looked at his jawline of all things and found even that sexy. And then I had the strange urge to lick his neck just above his collar. Just the thought made warm liquid pool between my thighs and I squirmed as my tummy knotted with need. What would it feel like to just give in to him and this need that threatened to burn out of control?
I no sooner had the thought than I found myself slammed against a glass wall that I hadn’t been aware of with his mouth coming down to cover mine. “Change of plans.” He growled the words against my lips as his hand felt around beneath my short skirt and up between my thighs.
He cupped my heat in his big rough palm and I squeezed my legs together, trapping him there because I never wanted the feeling to end. This time it was I who searched for and found his lips with mine. Me, who pushed my aching breasts against his hard chest as his fingers did something magical to my sex.
I heard and felt the tearing of my panties before the cool night air touched me. It didn’t last long because soon he was there. I felt something hot and soft yet hard like the steel I’d felt in his arms, touch the cool wetness of my secret place, seeking entrance inside me.
I braced myself against the pain of his large cock tearing into me. In my mind I imagined the worst, that he was damaging me beyond repair. He felt thick, hard and hot as he slid into me partway and stopped. I held my breath through the brief sting of pain and then he was just there, filling me, stretching me.
I felt the warmth of fresh tears as they made tracks down my cheeks and then his lips were there, sipping my tears before he licked my face dry with his tongue. He eased out of me, easing the pressure that I felt, only to start a slow in and out motion that set my body aflame once again.