Absolute Surrender (45 page)

Running a finger over the front edges of his waistband, she glanced up at him. His eyes burned with a hunger that made her blood heat up like she’d been dipped in lava. Her heart thudded, her fingers brushing his hard stomach, as she unbuttoned, then unzipped, his leathers. It took all her strength and determination not to touch him the moment his erection sprang free. She tugged his trousers down his legs. He shifted on his feet and let her take them off.

Echo moved and her face brushed against his hardness. He jerked at the contact. Thick, long, and rigid, his erection jutted out. She didn’t think, just caressed her cheek against his warm, silken flesh. Her fingers circled his thickness. A bead of moisture formed at the tip of his cock. She leaned in and licked it off. He stiffened and a guttural groan escaped him.

Then she ran her tongue from base to the top of the blunt head. The heady taste of him filled her senses as she took him into her mouth. Up, down, her mouth rode him, her hands working the base. A hand brushed over her hair while he braced his other fist on the wall. She’d never done this, but with went with her instincts. Echo felt his pleasure like her own, his hand in her hair, spurring her on. Her lips tightened around him. She stroked lower down his cock to caress his balls.

With a harsh groan, he hauled her up, his eyes a wild gray. Echo saw the rigid jaw and knew what he was doing. He would let her use him while he remained in control.

Too bad for him.

She wanted it all. And she would have it.

Only his absolute surrender would do.

She pulled back and eyed him in all his naked glory. And had to bite down the urge not to go back on her knees and take another taste of him. His erection glistened from her mouth’s exploration. Finally, she had him exactly how she imagined him so many times in her dreams. Naked, maybe not exactly defenseless, but all hers.

Her hands trailing over his hard abs, she moved behind him. The man had the most gorgeous butt ever. She traced the ropey muscles of his back with light fingers then skimmed her lips over the old scars, kissing each new one she discovered. The goosebumps multiplied.

“You’re cold.” Taking his hand, she led him to the large rug in front of the fireplace and pushed him down flat on his back.

His gaze remained wary, pinned on her face.

“I’m not going to do anything you won’t like,” she said, smiling. “Okay fine, we’ll give you a safe word, too, if it will make you feel better. How about ‘
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
’?”

Aethan’s eyes narrowed at her teasing.

“No? Well I’ll have to think of another, in the meantime, let’s try something else.”

She straddled him, his erection fitting snugly between her thighs. He was so hot, so damn tempting. Playing with him was driving her insane with need.

***

Sensations overwhelmed him. Her touch. Her smell. Desire blazed. Gods, he burned for her. He could still feel her mouth wrapped around his shaft, and his cock jerked, wanting to be sheathed in her. She leaned down and nipped his bottom lip. Then she licked away the sting, long and slow, like a gods-damn cat.

He growled.

She smiled. The warmth and love in her gaze melted away the hurt and anger like nothing else had in those unbearable hours away from her.

He became desperate.

His mouth fastened on hers. She pulled back and wagged a finger at him. “Na-uh. You don’t get to do that. And keep your hands down.”

He let his palms slide away from her hips.

Her gorgeous eyes glowing, she came back to torture his lips, grazing her teeth over the bottom one, but no damn kisses. He was close to shoving her on her back and ending this torment, when she left his mouth and moved to his jaw, stringing kisses along it, nipping and licking each bite as she explored her way down his neck. Her blunt nails scraped lightly over his chest, over his nipples then she sat up. There was no teasing light in her eyes now.

Thank the gods! Maybe she’d end this madness.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

“Ah, now, you’re speaking to me?”

“Gods-dammit, Echo. You’re playing with fire.”

“What a way to burn,” she teased huskily and licked his lower lip. “We’re still doing this my way.”

“Your way and
I
may die,” he growled.

Then she kissed him. Her lush lips fastened on his. So fucking torturous. He loved it. He tasted heaven, he tasted himself. He had to have her. He licked, bit, and tasted, then finally plundered her mouth, her gasp of pleasure, pure nirvana.

Wanting more, he broke off their kiss. “Take your top off.”

She eyed him like he was a predator waiting to pounce. She would be right. Then with a deliberateness that drove him crazy, she undid the laces on the side of the leather halter. Slowly, she pulled it over her head, revealing pale, honey-toned breasts with tempting dusky peaks.

“Lean forward.” He didn’t recognize the guttural tone as his.

She braced her hand on either side of his head, her breasts just short of his mouth.

“Closer,” he ordered.

The second she did, his mouth clamped down on her nipple. She gasped. He licked and suckled on the tight nub as his hand massaged the other one.

Her moan filled the room. She rubbed her silk-covered center against his stomach. The scent of her arousal tormented his senses. His mind was so hazy, he couldn’t think straight.

“Take your skirt off.”

Slumberous eyes gazed at him in confusion.
“
What
?”

“Skirt. Off. All off. Now.”

She straightened to move away from him.

“No. Stand over me and do it.”

Her eyes widened then she slowly pushed up and planted her booted-feet on either side of his head. She looked taller than normal in spike-heeled boots and short leather skirt.

Her breasts were a perfect handful, her skin warmed to a rosy-toned honey by her passion and the glow from the fire. And so mouthwateringly delicious, he planned to lick every inch of her before the night was over.

He moved his arms and widened the space between her legs.

The light flush on her face deepened into a full blush. He wanted to see every bit of her and he made damn sure she knew it.

“I’m waiting,” he reminded her.

***

Echo swallowed her groan. She’d started this game, but he’d smoothly taken over command, without her even noticing. When he insisted she stand above him and undress, embarrassment gave way to searing lust. She was hot, aching for him to fill her and end this torment.

She unzipped her skirt and pulled it over her head, flinging it aside. The tiny, silky black panties she had on...well, she didn’t see how she could remove them without stepping off him.

“Use the dagger.”

“What?”

“Dagger. Cut them off.”

Aethan might be thoroughly aroused but his brain was still in gear. And she was plunging rapidly into full-blown lust. Breathing deeply, she reached into her boot for her dagger. She slowly brought out the obsidian, trailing it over her abdomen. Then she slipped the tip into the edge of her panties. His eyes followed her every move. With a deft twist, she slit the narrow strip over her right hip.

His gaze lingered on the dangling bit of silk then flickered up to meet hers.

“Now the other side.” The demand was hoarse.

Her hand trembling, she slashed through the left side with the obsidian tip. The tiny scrap of silky material fell to his chest, leaving her exposed to his gaze.

Warmth flared across her face. She wasn’t that adventurous after all, she realized, standing naked over Aethan’s face where he could see her most intimate self. Dropping the dagger to the floor, she started to straddle him again when he tugged on her legs. She shrieked and went down fast, his hands guiding her hips and her core to his mouth.

The first lick of his tongue and she grabbed hold of the shaggy rug near his head as unbelievable sensations flooded her. She rocked her burning center against his mouth, heard him growl in satisfaction.

“Oh
, God
.”

Her knees spread wider as he suckled her. One arm wrapped around her thigh, he ran a finger down her cleft and pushed it into her wet heat, stroking her. She gasped, stiffening at the invasion. He added another finger and worked it inside her, pushing into her tightness.

Her thoughts scattered then gathered again, focusing on the sensations building between her legs. The lap of his tongue, the little nips on her clit then more licks. Her skin tightened, stretched, and she felt close to combustion. She tried to move away from the sensory overload but his hand on her hip held her down, keeping her in place.

A blazing ripple started from deep within her womb. Her muscles squeezed around the fingers he drove in and out of her. Her moans became louder. Her eyes squeezed shut as he worked her close to an orgasm. Her body grew too hot, too tight, craved his. If she didn’t get him inside of her soon, she’d die. Then he dragged his tongue down her cleft and suckled on her clit. A mind-numbing explosion rocked her.

***

Aethan didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled her down and reversed their positions. With his knee, he spread her thighs apart. The sight of her slick and wet drove him nearly out his mind. He settled in between her legs. His cock slid against her wet cleft. She arched up, rubbing her hot center against his erection. The pulse beating wildly in her neck drew him down. He sucked on it, and she moaned. He pulled back. Her eyes flashed open, glazed with passion as they met his.

“
Me’et’ah, me’morae
,” he whispered. He’d never seen passion this beautiful—so gods-damn tempting. The force of his need reverberated through his body, tightening his balls.

He positioned the blunt head of his erection. In one swift move, he sheathed himself in her. Her silky warmth gripped him like a fist. His gaze turned hazy.

By the gods!
This
was heaven.

Her gasp, her nails biting into his arms, dragged him out of his sensual fog.

“Echo?” He started to pull out in alarm. What the hell was he thinking, taking her so fast? He was too damn big.

“Don’t you dare!”

Her threat was a husky caress and his cock pulsated violently with the urge to move. But he held on, letting her grow accustom to his size.

***

Echo dragged in a breath as her body stretched to accommodate him. She shifted a little. He felt so full between her thighs. So tight. Then a subtle flow of his power seeped into her. Those delicious tingles skated over her skin and flooded her system again, easing the tightness.

She raised her hips. He answered, drawing back to plunge into her. Echo hung onto his arms, her fingers digging into his skin as he pumped in and out.

The sparks in her grew. Her core swelled and heated. Sensations crowded her. Too much. Then he shifted to his knees and angled her hips, holding her in place as he pulled out and then surged right back in again. He reached between them, trailing a hand down her stomach, through her damp curls, to find her clit. He ran his thumb over her with a firm stroke. A delicious tightness coiled inside her at each thrust and retreat. The ripples began, the tingles grew, taking her higher, her body so sensitized. She wanted, needed...

“More—need
more
,” she gasped, arching up. “Don’t
stop.
”

***

Aethan reached down and pulled her heated body flush against his. As his tongue penetrated her mouth, his cock impaled her again. Her arms circled his neck as he pulled out all the way before sinking his thick length back into her.

“Ride me,
me’morae
,” he demanded huskily, reversing their positions.

She bowed her body, shoving her pert breasts in front of his face. Aethan suckled on the taut nub then let go when she started moving her hips. The friction of her sheath against his cock sent all rational thought out of his head as she rode him.