UNSTOPPABLE (Siri's Saga Book 2) (18 page)

Enthralled by this dark thunder, clarity comes to me. I understand why he does it. His choke controls my face so he can see my orgasmic beauty while he rages in me; his choke controls the blood pumping in my veins, choosing to celebrate the joy of life, knowing he could easily choose death but never would; his choke holds me prisoner telling me on a level above words, he will never let me go.
He wants all of me. WE are unstoppable.

He grins at me. Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! I feel his breathing quicken with his fast fucking. Small puffs of air flow across my lips, and my cheeks with each pounding thrust. The blood building in my face heightens my touch sensations. My eyes roll back in my head and I begin to peak quickly to climax again.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! His lips find my face and he kisses when he thrusts. Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

I strain and scream out. "More...." My voice sounds hoarse and it cracks. I can barely hear it over the blood raging in my ears.

"No." He growls low, knowing what I want. His voice straining as he fucks.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

"Yes. Do it again." I force the words out. "Take all of me."

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

"It’s ... too ... dangerous." His growl is deep and primal.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

I push my head back, thrust my tits into his chest, and stretch my throat to him fully and cry out. "Pleeeease."

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

Desperate, I beg. "Consume ... me." His hand clutches my tit and massages it hard, finding the nipple and pinching it to the opposite rhythm of his thrust. Wham! Wham! Wham! The pressure inside builds. My pussy locks up, drawing itself tighter and tighter about to explode, but I know I can withstand more and have more! "More!" Wham! Wham! Wham! He fucks faster. My body held steady by our hands. My pussy absorbs the pounding punishment. My clit begins to sing the high notes of explosion, but ...
NO! I can do more!
I tighten tighter and tighter. Holding it! Then.... Then.... The feeling hangs ... in limbo. Waiting for more! My eyes focus on his with laser like pinpoint vision, squinting. The drums beating in my pussy built to a fucking frenzy, match the blood thumping in my throat, demanding to be set free. "GODDAMN IT!" I mouth, silently shouting as I let go of the pole, dropping my weight as his cock withdraws. His hand is forced to squeeze my throat to hold me against the pole. At first I see pure fear flash in his eyes, but when he forces his cock deep inside me to pin me on the pole, WHAM, I lose myself in the ecstatic feeling of being force fucked. I brace myself for the next thrust, knowing my ultimate orgasm is only moments away. But nothing happens. My eyes fly open to see him, fighting himself. I have pushed him to the brink, but he has bucked.
If I could only bite him, I could set him free.
But I can’t. I can’t even hunch. I’m powerless, unable to move at all. "DO IT!" I shout at him. "TAKE ME!" My eyes thrash him, demanding his thunder and I see it dancing there, but I see something else there too, just out of my reach. I want that! My heart beats so hard with excitement, I feel every beat against his hand. Only a growling whisper escapes my throat. "AURELIUS MOORE! TAKE ALL OF ME OR GET NOTHING!" The challenge changes him.
There!
I see the shift as he roars like a wild animal in my face. The image of the golden bear on the door comes to my mind as his wild eyes stare into mine. I push the words out. "I don’t want to be fucked. I want to be owned!" His hand wraps itself in my hair and snatches my head back, then his lips find mine in a hurtful kiss, but the pain feels good. His mouth devours me like a bear eating its prey, while his hands hold me completely captive. I can feel his cock hard in me, but he doesn’t fuck me. The feeling is madding! I try to squirm, but I can’t. The feeling of being trapped and caged, starts to build inside me. I roar and try to thrash, but he only holds me tighter. My pussy is about to explode on her own, when he releases my mouth. We are both gasping for more. I push him further. "OWN ME!" I spit the words violently at him.

His growls exasperated at me as he holds me. "Goddamn it, woman! I can’t control it with you."

"THEN DON’T. I AM NOT FUCKING AFRAID OF YOU!" I thunder in his face.

His eyes flare. "BUT YOU SHOULD BE!" He yells back.

"OWN ME, MY FUCKING GOD OF THUNDER!"

He roars and the sound is menacing, making the hair on my skin stand at attention. He cinches my throat tight and as my blood stagnates against his hand, I can feel every break in the air. Every sensor I possess is on high alert and I have never felt so alive before!

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes." I whisper.

"Hold the mother-fucking pole!" His voice is shaking. I slide my hands over his grip, up my face, up my hair, and back onto the pole. He closes his eyes as he inches his cock all the way out. I see his face contorting for control. Then gloriously he lets go. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My body crushed into the pole with every hard thrust and hangs limp waiting for him again. The dark fuck drives us both! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I see his wildness break free. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Faster and more furious than I could have hope for, he fucks me. His wild eyes dance with mine and he thunder fucks me. As we surge toward the finish line, he says to me, crushing his cock into me. "I ... will ... fucking ... own ... you ... if ... it’s ... the ... last ... fucking ... thing ... I ... ever ... fucking ... do ... Siri ... Wright!" WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

A beautiful thing begins to happen. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The deep darkness in me begins to recede. All my own pent up frustration from years of denying my own sexual gratification while watching others enjoy the freedom of fucking subsides as he tightens his grip and I begin to see stars swimming around the edges of my eyes. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Trusting him completely to own me and cherish me, I watch fascinated as I see his eyes literally begin to brighten too. As our orgasms peak, I stare into those bright eyes and realize they are swimming with unshed tears. Tears of my own match his, threatening to spill over. My blood thumps hard against his hand.
Own me, own me, own me
repeats in my mind with each beat of my heart, pounding against my neck and thundering in my ears. Each cell in my body aware of more than itself. ALIVE! Every sensation flooding my mind with pleasure. The tips of my tits, the tip of my clit, my entire pussy feels full and saturated with blood. The flood gates of endorphins stand on the threshold of the dam waiting to crash it like a tsunami as our furious fucking turns into love quaking. I see Aurei’s face filling with the same sweet hard strain as mine. When I can’t hold back any longer, the tears spill out of my eyes and he releases his grip, cups my face and kisses my swollen lips.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

With my blood flowing freely, the power of life surges into my body and I feel his gift of life powerfully pumping into me, flooding my pussy with his semen. His lips maul my face, devouring me like prey. Owning me! "Oui!" I suck air deep into my lungs, expanding my chest, crushing my tits against his pecs. then the damn bursts! The tsunami sweeps me away with the rush of his pure orgasmic bliss, and my mind explodes like a Supernova into blissful dark matter ...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
My entire being feels angelic, like I am soaring into the heavens. Then ... I’m floating free!

When my mind stirs behind my closed eyes, I feel the sweet warmth of Aurei, pressing against my entire body. Skin to glorious skin.
Umm. His skin makes mine sing! It’s so soft and smooth, but hard. Umm. His touch. Umm. He completes me.

I hear us panting hard from the exertion.
Synced breathing. Good girl.
My mind smiles.

I realize I’m sitting cross-legged on his cock, literally, cradled in his arms. One hand cups my ass. The other is at the nape of my neck, securing my head like a baby’s.
Hmm. I feel so safe in his arms. Forget Tony Stark. I’ll take the Bastard son of Thor.
My mind smiles again.
I’m def gonna learn about that soon! Holy Hades! If he’s hotter than what we just did, I’m down for some of him!
I feel the sweet sensations of Aurei’s thumbs, gently stroking me. Back and forth. Back and forth.
That’s comforting. Umm. They make me feel ... truly cherished.

I turn my head slightly, laying my cheek on him. My forehead touches his neck.
I whisper. "Aurei?"

"Yes, Baby Thang?" He whispers back.

"Thank you."

"Hmm." I hear his throat hum.

"For owning me."

His arms hug me tight. "
You
fucking
own me
." He turns his head and kisses the top of my hair. Then he gently sinks to the floor, holding me close with my head on his shoulder, he lays down. He positions me so I’m laying curled up on his chest. We lay there exhausted. My ear pressed to him hears his heart beating and his breath breathing. The other ear hears the stillness of the air and his breath blowing it around. When Aurei speaks, it rumbles in his chest and vibrates into the stillness. "Siri, promise me you will never attempt without me. Never. Only bare hands. Only
my
bare hands. Do you hear me?" He hugs me tight. "It’s dangerous." I hear his plea and my ear pressed to his chest hears fear in his darkness and I remember his warrior face.

"Aurei. Have you killed someone like that?"

"No. Not like that."

"But you have killed someone?"

He hesitates then says. "Yes."

"With your bare hands?"

"Yes."

"Was it an accident?"

"No."

"Was it murder?" I lift my head to see his face. My hair envelopes us, shielding us from the rest of the world like a cocoon.

"No. It was in war."

"Oh." I slide up and stare into his face. "Does it haunt you? What happened?"

"You don’t need to know that, Beautiful Thang. War is ugly." He puts his hands on either side of my face and slides his fingers in my hair. "You are simply stunning, Siri."

I smile at him. He puckers his lips and I lay mine on his. I breathe his breath as I hold them there. I say on them. "Your lips are a contradiction."

"How can lips be a contradiction?" His eyes smile while his lips answer back on mine.

"They are soft and firm." I run my tongue out of my mouth and slide it from one side of his to the other. "You do that sometimes when you are thinking."

"Do what?"

"Run your tongue like this, back and forth." I run my tongue back and forth over his lips again. "It’s sexy as fuck too."

"I didn’t know I did that."

"And sometimes you stick your tongue in the corner and flick it." I grin at him. "Bet you didn’t know you did that either."

He grins. "Maybe I did know I do that." I see trickery in his eyes.

"You were teasing me."

"I was giving you a dose of your own medicine."

I laugh and lay my head next to his. My body bounces as he flexes his six pack abs to blow a puff of air out of his mouth. My hair flies up with it. When it lands, he does it again. He tells me, talking fast as it flies up, before it lands. "I love your hair, Siri, but it’s so thick." He blows again. "I can’t breathe when it lays over my nostrils." I giggle and pick my head up. I rub my nose back and forth over his, kissing him Eskimo style while my eyes shine into his. He grins. "Your nose is getting cold."

Just then we hear a horn outside in the street under the building. "That would be Angelo. We better get dressed."

"I’m not bashful."

He rolls his eyes and pecks my lips. "Hurry up now. If the stairs don’t give him a heart attack, seeing you naked definitely might."

Sitting up, I offer my hand and we pull each other up. He steps to his pile of clothes and begins to dress while I retrieve my bra, look half heartily for my panties, then finish getting dress without finding them. I’m smelling the flowers when they appear over my shoulders. Smiling I ask. "Since we are finished with my wardrobe, do you still require I wear them?"

"Yes."

I pout, but take them. "This dance studio is perfect! Just perfect!" I tell him as I bend over at the waist and step into them. "I’ll come down here and workout while you go to your office." I pull them up and see he is holding my coat for me. I walk over and stick my arms in. Pulling my hair out, I turn to him. "I have a lot to do! I need to work on my Happy routine and I must get back in shape." He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. "You do realize I was planning on returning to Vegas this week when someone showed up in my life and changed my plans."

"Yes. I realize that."

"Then why the 'you’re crazy' look."

"You aren’t in shape now?" He asks as he opens the door and I pass through.

"Not in shape for a Vegas dancer that performs six, sometimes seven, nights a week. You have to be in extreme shape to dance that much."

"So you are still planning on dancing six, sometimes seven, nights a week when we return?" He says as he steps out onto the landing. "I thought you were an exercise freak."