Enslaved in Shadows (18 page)

             
Both his eyebrows shot up and he
cursed low under his breath. Dream Draven
quickly got up and walked into the bathroom.
Jes turned over on her back and put both hands behind her head.
She would
wait. Be ready for him when he came back with the lotion. Her body was tense. Her dream guy knew she needed a rub down.
Score one for dream Draven.
Before she got a chance to take her next breath
,
cold water soaked her face.
Gasping for
breath,
she scooted back
until
her head hit the headboard. This does not happen in dreams!

             
“You awake now!” He roared.

             
What the fuck?
She sputtered and gasped as the
ice-cold
water froze her skin in a painful way.
Yup
,
she was definitely awake now, fully awake.
Pissed, and stilled aroused.

             
“What you do that for!” She screamed back.

             
She wiped her face on the blanket when she noticed she was in her underwear. Draven was just in his jeans. Low on his hips and his erection still taunted her. Long and thick, the head peaked above the
waistband
, shiny and wet from his want. The ropes of muscle on his stomach moved and danced as his chest heaved with each breath.
The inverted v-shape of his hips and the trail of hair on his stomach were too much for any one woman to take.
She should be furious.
Not horny, not ready to have hot sweat
y
sex.

             
The air in the room crackled with electricity. This was going down. It was on and he
didn’t even
realize
it
. She still craved satisfaction, and tonight she would get it. She reached for the clasp of her bra and let it fall to rest on her lap. His eyes glazed over in wanton lust. Raw hunger etched his face as he took a step forward. She could see the indecision in his eyes. Should he or shouldn’t he? Draven gave her courage with that look. It had been to long since she was with a man. Jes lifted her hips and pulled her underwear down to her ankles, slowly taking out one foot and then the other.
She was naked now and the ball was in his court.
Go hard or go home, she thought to herself.

             
“Well?”

             
“Well, what?” His voice sounded tortured, strained. He was just as scared as she was.

             
Her blood
pounded in her ears as he quickly made work of his jeans and tossed them on the floor.
He was glorious. Hard body, sculpted muscles, and the dizzying effect he had on her body, all worked to rise her higher.
His legs were thick and portioned to his height and weight.
A light dusting of hair covered his thighs and legs. Yeah she was definitely team Draven.
His erection beckoned her with each jerk and sway. It was her compass and pointed north. Welcome to the land of sex and stunning. She wanted to
lick every inch of his body. Jes
rose up on her knees and began to crawl closer to the edge of the bed.
His hands were fisted a
t
his side, and his erection jumped as she crept closer.
She was going to taste him this time and he wasn’t about to stop her. This was still her dream even if she really was fully awake. She’d think about the ramifications of her actions later.
When she licked her lips and tucked the bottom
lip
between her
teeth,
he let out a groan. So she did it again until her knees met the edge of the bed and she was face to face with his straining cock.

             
“I want to taste you.”

             
“Later.
You’re beautiful.”
Draven whispered as his hands came up to tangle in her hair.
He didn’t tug painfully, he massaged with deep sure glides of his fingers. The stress from the day instantly left her now liquid form. Her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side to receive his kiss. As if he wanted to savor every nuisance of her
taste,
he sipped and licked.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer for more.
This was a drugging kiss, one to get the other addicted, beg for another fix. She was falling deeper and deeper under his spell, and she didn’t care, not right now.
She bit his lower lip and tugged it into the warmth of her mouth and h
e moaned, forcing her knees
out from under her as he pushed her back taking her down to the bed.

             
He molded her body to the mattress with his weight and she gladly welcomed it.
The heat of their skin seemed to fuse together making them one and he’d not penetrated her yet.
She needed it, desperately wanted the connection.
It should be the opposite, but she knew what she needed. What she craved.
When he finally let her up for air, his lips were trailing from the corner of her mouth to the indent of her shoulder.

             
“Aah.”

             
“I couldn’t live another second, without touching you, kissing you.” He said against her skin. Jesminda wrapped her legs and arms around his body and squeezed as she tried to get closer,
cage him in her embrace. She
squirmed beneath him
and
tried to make contact but he wouldn’t let her.

             
“Stay still.” He warned with a nip at her shoulder. “Patience is the key to all things rewarding petal.”

             
Petal?

             
“You go any slower, I’m going to burn up in flames.” She shot back.

             
He chuckled and continued kissing his way around her body. She arched and bucked and s
till he followed his own path. He k
issed her neck and collarbone with slow caressing drags of his lips.
He made his way to her breast sucking one nipple and then the other. Draven made love to her body with his tongue. She could feel the beginning ebb and flow of her impen
ding orgasm just from his hot lips and smooth tongue.
A small string tightened
as he played, only to be released and tightened again.
He repeated the action over and over until she was gasping for breath
. H
er release hovered just on the edge, out of her reach.

             
He went back to her breast again. Her stomach quivered as the invisible string tightened further. His lips sucked harder, the tips of her nipples increasingly tender with each suck of his mouth and pull of his teeth. He was trying to kill her!
Her hands roa
med over his sweat covered back and his hand shot up collecting
both of
hers
in one of his.
Why couldn’t she touch him?

             
“
Be still petal. I like you hot for me. I can’t wait to get inside your hot little pussy.”

             
Oh God!
She was going to die from
too
much stimulation and heated words.

             
“Yesssss.”
She hissed in his ear when he bent to kiss her neck. She wanted that more than anything.

             
His other hand reached down to cup
her heat, and she arched off the bed with a loud cry. Damn, damn damn. She was right freaking there!
He sunk a finger into her soaked folds.
In and out, he fingered her until her pussy was clenching.

             
“
Gods woman you’re so wet.”

             
“Hmm.”

             
He started an erratic
pace as he finger fucked her,
while taking
her mouth in a soul searching kiss, trying to get inside her. She could feel it on a visceral level. He wanted into her soul. He wanted to walk around in it, put his mark on her. Imbed himself sub-consciously. Her thoughts scrambled when his finger hit her sensitive spot. She bucked, cried out with such force if the walls had been made of less sturdier material she would have brought them down.

             
“
Next time it will be my name you call out Jesminda. Mine.”

* * * *

Draven dragged his finger through her folds and groaned.
The sweetest smell drifted and set
tled in his nose. Her lips were
soaked and glistened with her cream. He’d suck her lips dry just to have her coat his tongue and throat. She was
tight;
her grip would be sweet agony. She was
so flushed from her orgasm
her heat imbued the air with a tangy, musky scent.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Honey gold eyes slowly appeared. They were slumberous and dazed.

“I want you to watch me take you, I want you to know who’s taking you Jes,” he whispered.

“I know, you.” She moaned.

“Do you?” He asked as he rose above her relaxed form positioning the blunt head of his cock at her opening.

He dreamt of this, this woman. Night after
night,
he’d wake up drenched in his sweat panting, needing release.
Whether it was to be released from her haunting beauty or to release his seed into her waiting heat, he didn’t care.
What was happening right now would not be undone.
Slowly he eased inside her welcoming folds, watching as her lips parted to welcome him. So tight
,
he grit his teeth trying to stop himself from slamming forward
.
Her gaze scolded
him, melted him further into heated bliss.

“
Gods you’re so fucking tight. I’ve missed this. Missed it so fucking much.”

He leaned forward pr
essing her into the mattress.
Draven needed more leverage
. W
anted her to take all of him.
As if she sensed he was on the edge, she stilled him with her touch.
Rubbed his face
with hers
and
brought his lips to hers in a soft whisper of a kiss.

“Take your
time;
I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.” She kissed his brow, and playfully traced the outer edges of his face with her mouth.
Her pliant body writhed beneath him allowing
him to sink deeper into her softness
. The walls of her pussy grabbed him in a death grip and he shuddered.
She was heaven and hell.
Jes took him higher than any bird could soar, while dragging him down to the fiery pits of hell, a perfect combination of grace and rapture.
She was everything.
He eased back and pushed for
ward again balls deep
.
She melted further into the mattress as he set a slow steady pace.
He needed to build her up and crash down with her. The feel of
being buried in her heated softness had his skin crawling with
need
as his animal side fought for control.
He grabbed the sheets beside her head in a death grip as his claws sharpened, scoured the mattress.
Jes went wild underneath him as he picked up the pace. She was biting his shoulder and gripping his hair. She was taking him by force and he was the one on top, dominating their position.

Draven willed his claws to retrac
t as he eased his arms under Jes
lifting her to him.
He hugged her tightly trying to calm the storm as his animal emerged, wanting in on the action.
He rolled them over so she was on top giving control over to her.
She was unraveling him, calling to the beast. It wanted out it, wanted to claim her. Mark her with his scent, his seed.

She looked like a siren as she rose above him, hands planted firmly on his chest. A contented look blanketing her expression. Her cheeks were heated, her lips swollen from his rough kisses.
She eased up slowly on his c
ock, all the way to the tip and
pushed down with such force they both let ou
t a ragged moan.
Knocked down
was the only way to describe the feeling as she did this to him again and again.
She was trying to pull his seed from him.
Not without her he thought. They would go over together, to the moon and back.

Draven reached
u
p and pulled Jes to his chest holding her tightly as he tunneled up into her silky soft heat. They both struggled for dominance but he wasn’t
going to let her get the upper h
and she was coming with him dammit!
One hand slid in her hair the other grabbed her hip in a bruising force. He moved up and pushed her down grinding his pelvic bone into her clit with every thrust.
She grasped and clawed as his
shoulders, which
tore a wounded sound from his lips.
His
clawed hand dug into her side and
he knew it was painful. He’d only have to draw her blood once and it would cement her to him further. This could be that time, would be if she
were
willing. B
u
t she wasn’t ready.