A Passion For Him Part 17

He heard anxiety in her voice and sought to alleviate it. "I will please you," he promised, supporting his weight on one forearm and reaching low to ma.s.sage the tender flesh of her c.u.n.t with the heel of his other palm. She moaned and rolled her hips into the pressure. "What you felt before is nothing to how it will feel when I am inside you."Her slender arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him near. "I want that. I want that with you."

"Yes." He licked along the sh.e.l.l of her ear, making her s.h.i.+ver. "You are a sensual woman. I t's there in the way you move, the way you look at me, the way you are built."

"I am too slender," she said in a quiet voice.

"You are perfect. Some women are fas.h.i.+oned to suit all men. You were crafted for me alone. My blood runs hot, my pa.s.sions high; therefore you were made for endurance. Your limbs graceful, but lithe. Your curves lush, but not limiting."

He pushed a finger inside her, testing her soreness. Her answering moan of welcome was all the encouragement he needed. Fisting his straining c.o.c.k, he positioned the thick head at the tiny slitted entrance to her body. c.u.m was dribbling from the tip, the shaft too eager and determined to lubricate his way. I t wasn't necessary. Amelia was so wet and hot. With the veriest roll of his hips, the fat crown slipped inside her.

"Oh, G.o.d...!" she breathed, her mouth opening on gasping breaths.

Colin's entire body strained with the pleasure of her grip. The scalding heat inside her swept upward from his c.o.c.k and over his skin. Sweat misted, then pooled in the small of his back as his back bowed with the effort he maintained to keep his entry slow. She would need time to adjust to his size and the novel intrusion of a man's body into hers.

Amelia's hands caught his hips, and her hips began a tiny rolling motion that nearly unmanned him.

"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!" he gasped, jolting as his seed spurted out in a desperate bid to relieve the torturous pressure in his b.o.l.l.o.c.ks.

"I need you deeper," she begged, and he was so grateful for her that he took her mouth in a lush, frantic kiss. Her lips closed around his tongue, sucking it with such fervor his c.o.c.k swelled in jealousy.

Using his weight, Colin pinned her to the bed, sinking another inch inside her, his hands cupping her face and gentling her ardor.

"Amelia..." He groaned and nuzzled his sweat-slick cheek against hers. "You are making it impossible for me to initiate you as you deserve."

"I ache inside," she cried, holding him so tightly. "And you are not there yet."

"You are tiny and untried, and I am thick and hard. I f I go too quickly, it will bring you pain now and soreness later."

"You are too big..."

"No, d.a.m.n it all!" He did not want to be surly, but her hungry c.u.n.t was tugging on the head of his c.o.c.k, goading his primitive instincts to take over and leave the gentlemanly ones behind.

"Then let me watch. Perhaps if I can see, I would be less anxious. This moment is too intense without my sight. Every noise, every touch is magnified."

Colin went rigid. Now was not the time, and yet he could not bear for any part of this night to distress her. He was in heaven. He wanted nothing more than for her to be also. "I am afraid of what will happen if you see me now. I f you turned me away, I do not think I would survive it."

Her lower lip quivered. Then she asked, "Do you have one of your masks with you?"

"You ask me to withdraw?" He stared down at her with wide eyes. "Are you insane? I am inside you."

"Not all the way," she argued. "Not as I need you to be." Her voice took on the pleading, cajoling note that he had never been able to resist.

She would kill him, he realized with an odd mixture of pride and wryness. She would never be pa.s.sive in the bedroom, just as she had never been pa.s.sive out of it. He half feared the day when she'd be fully awakened s.e.xually. How would he survive the full a.s.sault of her feminine wiles? He wasn't yet buried to the hilt and he felt like he was dying.

"I t excites me," she whispered, releasing the stunning statement with panting breaths. "The sight of you in the mask." Her fingers came up and traced the shape of his lips. "You have such a wicked mouth. I have dreamt of it. Longed for it to move across my skin and whisper hot words of wanting."

Shuddering with desire, Colin pushed restlessly into her streaming c.u.n.t. She was melting around his c.o.c.k. Her nipples were hard against his chest, her stomach was quivering against his.

"I t would please me to watch you. Do not deny me." Her hands cupped his b.u.t.tocks and tugged, pulling him fractionally deeper.

She became tighter the deeper he went, her virgin tissues resisting the remolding of her body to fit his.

"Please..." she breathed with such heartrending yearning. "Do not leave me in the darkness at this moment in my life."

Cursing, Colin wrenched himself free, his body shaking with its need. He rolled from the bed and stalked on nerveless legs to the armoire where his valise waited. Reaching inside it, he withdrew the mask, which he had kept as a tangible reminder of the stolen moments he had shared with Amelia.He stared down at the gleaming white item in his hands with a building resentment for its purpose-that of keeping Colin Mitch.e.l.l away from the woman he loved.

How he wished he would have seen where this deception would lead when he first purchased the mask! One look at Amelia-a sip of water for a man dying of thirst-was all he had expected the ruse to provide.

"Hurry," she urged in the throaty voice of a consummate seductress. The feminine allure so practiced and studied in other women was simply innate to her.

Colin lifted the half mask to his face and tied the black satin ribbons that would hold it in place, then retied the ribbon that restrained his queue. Turning his head, he looked at her and knew he would not leave this room as the same man who had entered it.

She reclined against the piled pillows, her legs and arms crossed modestly, the blindfold gone. In her verdant gaze he saw l.u.s.t, longing, and appreciation of such magnitude that he could scarcely breathe.

Pivoting on his heel, he faced her directly, affording her a clear view of his raging c.o.c.k and taut musculature. He watched her swallow hard and understood how intimidating the sight of him must be. She was a tall woman, but he was still much taller. He was more than twice her size, his body hardened by both his common lineage and frequent physical activity.

And he was in full rut. Thick veins pulsed with his raging blood, and he fisted the shaft to ease the pain of it.

"Does the sight of me this way arouse you," he asked, "or frighten you?"

Amelia licked her lips. "I am not frightened," she whispered. "I am nervous and perhaps apprehensive, but I do not fear you."

"You are a strong woman," he praised, striding swiftly toward her.

Without preliminaries, he kneeled on the bed and climbed over her, tugging her arm out of the way so he could claim a nipple with his mouth.

He attended the stiff peak with hard, rhythmic suction, urging her silently to make some sound of her delight.

Her hands cupped the back of his head and held him to her breast. "Come inside me," she whispered. "I hate this feeling of uncertainty and ignorance."

Sitting back on his heels, Colin pulled her legs over either side of his own, spreading her thighs wide to expose her c.u.n.t to his gaze. With the angle of the pillows and her semi-reclined position, she had a clear view. Before she could register the size of her tiny pink slit compared to the girth and length of his c.o.c.k, he was in her, pus.h.i.+ng the thick head into the tender opening.

She whimpered and dug her nails into his thighs.

Holding her hips, he took her, rocking gently but relentlessly deeper and deeper. His gaze moved between the place of their joining and her beautiful face.

With his back shadowing her from the rapidly dwindling glow of the fading fire, he could not discern color, but he saw the telltale s.h.i.+mmer of sweat on her brow, and her eyes glistened with a sheen of tears.

"Am I hurting you?" he gasped, his fingers bruising her as she responded to his voice by rippling along the buried length of his c.o.c.k. She was so d.a.m.n tight and hot, it felt as if he were f.u.c.king into a tightly closed fist.

"No..." Her voice was thready and faraway sounding.

Colin lifted one of her hands from his skin and set it over her distended c.l.i.toris. "Stroke yourself," he instructed.

To his utter delight she obliged without embarra.s.sment, her long, slender fingers circling the slick flesh with only slight hesitation.

Her lovely c.u.n.t responded as he had known it would, clenching and grasping at him with renewed fervor. With every suck, he pushed deeper, groaning with the ecstasy of it, gulping in desperate breaths of air filled with the scents of s.e.x and honeysuckle.

She began to writhe and mewl in a show of such wanton craving, he would wonder later how he managed to work inside her completely without coming at the midway point. Finally, with a last desperate lunge, he hit the end of her, the sensation of being b.a.l.l.s-deep inside her enough to make his eyes tear.

Amelia cried out as Montoya's hot, heavy length finally struck deep. A flare of torturous relief spread outward from the aching spot inside her that begged to be rubbed, and then coiled tight again.

When he held still, she struggled, circling her hips, grinding against the root of his shaft. The growl that left him was more animal than human, and her body s.h.i.+vered in response, spurred to greater l.u.s.t by the sound.

He held her still with powerful hands, his gaze burning from within the eyeholes of the mask. His beautiful mouth was hard, his jaw taut.

"Why won't you move?" she cried.

"Because I am about to blow, and I refuse to go without you.""I am ready!" Her voice was high with her distress, her womb clenching and tightening in a way that was nearly painful.

With effortless strength, he scooped her up and lifted to his knees, impaling her deeper on the rock-hard length of his c.o.c.k. Amelia clung to his broad shoulders, her mouth suckling across the salty, whisker-roughened expanse of his throat. The room spun as he rearranged their positions, every movement sliding her over him until she bit him in retaliation for her s.e.xual frustration.

Montoya cursed and pushed her away from him.

"Ride," he said roughly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, her legs astride his, his erection buried deep. So deep. Canting his arms back, he supported his torso and gave her full access to use him as she willed. The display he made was searingly erotic, his abdomen laced tight with muscle, his furred chest damp with sweat.

And the mask. Dear G.o.d, the mask added a dark, alluring mystery that urged her to recklessness.

"I-"

"Now!" he barked, making her jump.

Her shoulders went back and her chin lifted in answer to his challenge. She thought this must be difficult for him for reasons she had not considered before. He made love with the expertise of a man who had his choice of women, which suggested the marring of his face might have been a recent event. Perhaps she was the first woman to welcome him to her bed since the injury was inflicted. The thought added poignancy to an already remarkable event.

Amelia decided in that moment that she would love him well, with all that she had, better than any other woman ever could. She would reach for the turmoil she sensed inside him and soothe it with her pa.s.sion, showing him with her body that it was his heart that lured her to him.

Setting her hands on his shoulders for balance, she pushed onto her knees and lifted, sliding her s.e.x upward along the length of him. When she lowered, the feel of the broad head of his c.o.c.k stroking over that quivering spot inside her made her gasp and shake violently.

"That's it," he praised in a dark whisper, watching her through thick black lashes. "See how well I fit you? I was made for your pleasure."

Biting her lower lip, she repeated the movement, venturing slowly as she found the way of it. Her thumb brushed across a scar that marred his shoulder, the wound so old, it had long since turned silver. She caressed it as she undulated, feeling the circular shape surrounded by ragged edges. In the back of her mind the injury bothered her, prodded at her...

Then he spoke, and everything else scattered from her mind.

"Sweet Amelia. You are mine."

Amelia rose and wrapped her arms around his torso, tilting her head to fit her mouth over his, lifting and falling, moaning at the feel of her swollen nipples brus.h.i.+ng across the light dusting of coa.r.s.e hair on his chest.

Claiming him as he claimed her.

Montoya thrust one hand into her tresses, holding her close as he murmured encouragement into her mouth, his hips circling beneath her in breathtaking thrusts, stealing her wits.

Stealing her heart.

As she gained confidence, she moved faster, breathing hard from her exertions, drops of sweat trickling down between her bouncing b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"I want you this way daily." His words were heavy, slurred with pleasure. "I want you to feel empty when I am not inside you. Hungry. Starved for me."

Amelia knew it would be that way. She was mindless with l.u.s.t, grinding, writhing, pumping onto his thick, straining erection as if she had done this before. As if she knew what she was doing.

His teeth nipped her throat and she cried out, everything clenching inside her until he cursed from the feel of it.

He was driving her to this madness-with his big body reclined, his eyes heavy-lidded behind the mask, his lips glistening from her mouth.

He looked like a pagan s.e.x G.o.d. Exotically beautiful. Endlessly controlled. Content to lie back and be pleasured by a wanton whose sole focus was the pursuit of o.r.g.a.s.m.

With her lips against his cheek, she whispered, "f.u.c.k me," surprising herself with how easily the crude word rolled off her tongue.

A brutal shudder wracked Montoya's frame in response.

"Make me come," she coaxed breathlessly, riding him still. "I want it...I want you. Wild. Deep. I need you with me-"

Before she could blink, he had twisted, pinning her to the bed. Feet on the floor and fists in the counterpane, he drove powerfully into her,every perfect downstroke wrenching a cry of rapture from her throat.

He loomed over her, watching her through the mask, his chest heaving, his abdomen lacing, his b.u.t.tocks clenching beneath her calves as she lifted to meet his every plunge. His body was a study in s.e.xual power. Built to f.u.c.k a woman into addiction.

The coiling tension in her womb tightened, forming a hard knot that made her head thrash against the brutal pleasure. And then it broke free in a riot of sensation, burning across her skin, seizing her lungs, spasming inside her in endless rapid ripples that wors.h.i.+pped his straining c.o.c.k.

The guttural roar that ripped from his throat brought tears to her eyes and a name to her lips. He paused in midstroke, rigid, and she mewled a protest, undulating beneath him in delirious pleasure.

He resumed, increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts until he swelled inside her, groaning through gritted teeth. Embedded in her to the deepest point, his body jerked in time to the hot, thick wash of his e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns inside her.

I t was savage and primitive and beautiful. He curled around her, his weight supported on his forearms beneath her back, his skin sticking to hers with their mingled sweat.

"I love you," he whispered ardently, his tongue licking the trails of her tears. "I love you."

Amelia reached for the ribbons that secured the mask.

Chapter 11

It was dark in the room, the banked fire incapable of casting a shadow more than a foot away from the grate. Sight was difficult, and yet Simon's instincts urged him to heed their warning.

Moving cautiously, he turned his head and found the s.p.a.ce in the bed beside him to be empty. He exhaled carefully, maintaining the deep, even rhythm of sleep.

Something had woken him, and since he was sleeping with a woman who would kill him if necessary, he knew ignoring the disturbance would not be wise.

He looked toward the window and saw the gleam of silver moonlight on strands of golden hair. Lysette had the drapes parted a scant inch or two and was presently staring out the window.