Cat's Lair (26 page)

“Eli. This isn’t right,” she whispered again.

“This is exactly right, Cat. This is what you deserve. Slow and easy and loving.” He kissed his way back up to her mouth. A sweet, fantasy mouth that left him breathless and gave him one too many erotic images playing in his head all the time.

Her eyes went wide with shock and fear. She shook her head frantically. “I don’t want this.”

“Baby.” Gentle male amusement. He couldn’t help it. “You’re already wet and hot for me. What kind of man would I be to leave you like that?”

Panic spread in her eyes. She swallowed hard. “I know. It’s just that you can’t do it like this.”

He loved that about her too. Her soft little admission
.
“I
know.”
She didn’t think to deny her state to him. She simply admitted it without even blinking. And then her soft trembling.
“You
can’t
do
it
like
this.”
It. She couldn’t say
fuck
and she wouldn’t say
making
love
. And that was just it. He didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to make love to her.

He kissed her. He loved her mouth and he loved kissing her. He poured love down her throat. His love. His rough, not so easy to live with, but all-encompassing love. He’d never given himself to a woman before and he never imagined he actually would. He had some stupid, lunatic idea that she would love him and he would cherish her. Care for her, but there would be some part of himself he would hold back. There was no holding back and he didn’t even know when it happened. He didn’t care. He kissed her with love. His love.

He knew she tasted it because he did. She drank it down her throat, let it settle in around her heart. He doubted she knew what it meant, or what it was going to change between them, but that didn’t matter either. He kissed her over and over, long, telling kisses that left him stripped bare, utterly naked and vulnerable to her. Showing her what she meant to him. Without words. He’d never been good talking, but he could use his mouth and his hands and his body to show her what she was to him.

She was everything. Her mouth moved under his. Accepting. Catching fire. Letting him take her in a kind of surrender. He persisted. He didn’t just want surrender. He wanted her. Catarina Benoit. The woman hiding inside a frightened girl. His little runaway. She’d been ripped from her childhood and exposed to a monster. And then when she’d taken a chance, opening herself up to him, Eli had betrayed her.

Baby,
I’m
taking
you
back.
I
want
your
heart
and
this
time,
I’ll
safeguard
it
for
you,
I
promise.
 

He poured his promise down her throat and into her body as well, along with his love. He stopped being so gentle with his kisses the moment she responded, the moment she began actively participating in kissing him back. She’d never really kissed him back. Not like this, not moving her body deeper beneath his, her hands sliding around his neck, fingers finding his hair. Her tongue slid along his, danced and dueled, made her own demands.

She lit up for him like a flame. He’d lit the match and she caught fire. Heat swept through his body, turning him rock hard. It wasn’t just his cock she affected, it was his entire body. He could feel his need for her in every cell, each individual muscle. His heart pounded and thunder roared in his ears. He could feel the hot blood pumping through his veins, roaring like his leopard did when it was demanding his mate.

This was all the man, not the feral cat. This was all Eli, needing Catarina. Loving her. He took his time, kissing her, making an art of it, feeding on the taste of her, committing the shape and feel of her to memory. Her lips were soft, warm, nearly indescribable for him. He was a tactile man and he loved running his tongue over her lips and tugging on her full lower lip. Little nips. Little bites. God she was gorgeous.

He loved the soft little sounds that came from her throat. She would never be a silent lover. She made noise. Lots of it. Breathy little moans. Soft little pleas. A kind of purr that nearly drove him out of his mind, and when she came, she screamed, or chanted his name. She wasn’t embarrassed about sex. She was more embarrassed that she didn’t know a lot about it.

He couldn’t tell her what a turn-on it was for him to know that no other man had ever been inside her. Maybe that was macho of him, and very unfair, but it didn’t matter, he loved that no one else had been in her mouth or her body. That he’d been her first kiss, her first everything. She belonged to him alone. No one else had even a tiny part of her. Not her heart. Not her soul. Just his.

“I’ve never had anything that I wanted just for mine,” he admitted softly against her throat. His hand swept down to her left breast. He loved that she more than filled his large palm. She had curves and he was a man to appreciate curves, especially hers.

His fingers found her nipple and he tugged, catching her breath in his mouth. Catching her breathy little moan. Her nipples were sensitive. He liked that. He liked that she could take rough, but fell apart with gentle. He kissed his way to her right breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue before covering the dark, perfect treat with his mouth and suckling hard.

Her body arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth, and when he rolled and tugged on her left nipple, he was so in tune with her, he felt the electricity himself, a straight line from breast to her hot, wet, channel. Her legs moved restlessly and she bucked her hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured softly, taking his fill of her breasts. He switched from one to the other, using the edge of his teeth and the flat of his tongue to drive her up. “Come to me, Kitten. All the way to me.”

She made a soft little mewling sound and the sharp little points of her nails dug into his back. He spent time on her breasts, just the way he had her mouth, sometimes rough and then back to gentle, never letting her find a rhythm. He kept it up until her breath came in soft little gasps. His hand slid between her legs, fingers pushing into her tight sheath.

He lifted his head to watch her. She was sprawled out, her eyes on his face while his fingers stroked deep inside her.

“I’m going to…” she broke off, her hips undulating, bucking, needing.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come for me,” he whispered, meaning it. He loved watching her come. “That’s what I want, Cat. Give it to me. Give it all to me.” It was always the moment she was the most honest with him because she did give it all to him. To him. Eli. No one else. She came for him.

Her passage, slick and hot, clamped hard on his fingers, so hard he felt the bite right through his cock. She shuddered, cried out his name, her hands sliding down her own body from the sides of her breasts, along her ribs and belly to frame his hand with her own. All the while her eyes clung to his, while her body sucked at his fingers, pulsing around them, the tight muscles working to draw him deeper.

He leaned down and sucked her nipple deep into his hot mouth just as her body was settling. Ever so gently he brought his teeth there, biting down just hard enough that she exploded again, her body becoming a vise while his fingers worked her through her second orgasm.

He loved watching the dazed, helpless expression on her face. He loved the way she said his name, or sometimes, like now, couldn’t say it. His name just formed there on her lips and stayed right through her climax. How beautiful and hot was that?

He wouldn’t mind using his mouth on her and tasting all the honey spilling from her body, but he couldn’t wait. He needed to be inside of her, and she was ready for him. So hot. So slick. So ready.

He pushed her knees up, laying each foot flat on the mattress, spreading her thighs. He’d only gotten into her fast and hard, forcing his way through those impossibly tight folds. This time he wanted her to feel him. To know he was inside of her. Eli was in her, not just his cock.

He let the very crown of his cock nudge into her slick, wet inferno. His body shuddered at the tight squeeze. Her eyes flew to his, her body nearly vibrating with sensation. She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. He nearly groaned. He couldn’t stop himself, he leaned down to use his tongue where her teeth had just been. The action pushed his cock just a tiny bit deeper, just enough to feel the ripples of her last orgasm calling to him, beckoning.

“Can I have you, Kitten? Are you going to give yourself to me this time? I want all of you. Let me have you, baby.”

She studied his face for what seemed an eternity. He didn’t move, just let her body squeeze and burn the hell out of his sensitive crown. His cocked throbbed and jerked, but the rest of him remained utterly still. He saw it first in her eyes. A slow surrender. His heart beat faster. His mouth went dry.

He knew her. He knew once Catarina gave herself to him again it was a done deal until or unless he screwed up, and then he’d never have her again. This was it. Now or never. He watched her little tongue touch her lip where his had been.

“Can I have you, sweetheart?” he asked again. Softly. Letting her see him. What he felt inside for her. “Give yourself to me.” Because he was never going to screw up with her again.

She nodded slowly, her gaze clinging to his. Again, her teeth were tugging hard at her bottom lip, a sign of the momentous decision she was making. There was a plea in her eyes that broke his heart. She was handing him herself once again and was terrified of the consequences. She was giving him forgiveness and a chance to start again. It was monumental and her decision humbled him. He didn’t deserve it, but he was taking it.

He leaned forward again and took her mouth. Gently. Reverently. In awe of her and the gift she gave him. He slowly raised his head, one hand trailing over her breast, down her belly to the place where they were joined together. “Mine,” he whispered softly. “Thank you.”

He pushed a little deeper and found himself swearing softly, his teeth coming together as her hot, sweet channel closed around the first inch of him like a vise. “Fucking tight, baby,” he whispered, and sank another inch so that his entire crown was totally surrounded by a tight fist of scorching flames. She took his breath away, pushed every ounce of air right out of his lungs.

He forced his body to stay slow, not wanting to be rough with her, but she was killing him. Killing him with some kind of rapture that threatened to take the top of his head off.

She was tense, her muscles taut, and he gently slipped his hands to her thighs. “Open for me, Kitten. Relax and open for me. Let me have you.”

She nodded but it took a moment for her to take a breath and consciously open her knees wider for him. He rubbed the inside of her thighs with a gentle circular motion, waiting for her inner muscles to ease just a little for him. It didn’t happen. She’d given herself to him, but letting him take her was another matter altogether.

Eli withdrew and she gasped, disappointment flaring in her eyes. “I’m trying, Eli,” she whispered. “I really am.”

“I know, baby. I just want this to be good for you. Tell me what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours. You always talk to me.”

He pushed two fingers into her, stretching gently, finding her clit to stroke with the same gentleness.

“I’m so scared of this. If you’re rough…” She trailed off when he shook his head.

“I want to make love to you, just like this. I want to feel every inch of you with my body, and I want you to feel me. This is about giving ourselves to each other, not taking the pleasure as high as it can go. This is about me worshipping your body. Because, Kitten, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“I know.” Tears glittered in her eyes. “I can feel it, and it scares me, Eli. Giving myself to you scares me so bad.”

“I know it does,” he said, watching her face as his fingers continued stroking and working her. He watched the helpless pleasure begin to push away the tension in her face. “But you aren’t paying attention, baby. I’m giving myself to you. I’ve never given myself to a woman before. I’ve never taken the time to love her. To be like this with her. This is me, giving myself to you.”

The last of the tension drained from her face and she blinked rapidly to push the tears back. “Then, Eli, you need to be inside of me where you belong,” she whispered softly. “Because I feel empty without you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment. “Damn it, baby, you’re fucking killing me here, saying things like that to me.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing in to feel her silken fist grasp him and try to pull him deeper into her hot depths. The vise took his breath, but still, he couldn’t resist licking the honey from his fingers. Her taste was so addictive, already he missed it.

He didn’t power through her tight folds, but slipped in one increment at a time, one slow inch, taking a breath each time, feeling her body fight the invasion, but slowly give way, just as the woman had done. She gave way inch by inch. Letting him take her. Letting him have her.

She gasped, her eyes wide with shock at how stretched she felt. At the stinging and burning as his thick, long cock relentlessly but slowly, sank into her. He groaned, a fine sheen of sweat covering him. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He wasn’t altogether certain he could survive long enough to bury himself all the way inside of her.

He’d never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of Catarina pinned beneath him, impaled by his cock, stretching her, taking her for his own. Her breasts swayed with the short little rocking rhythm he’d set to take him into her. His cock was in heaven or hell, he couldn’t decide which. The pleasure was so intense it was close to pain, her body so scorching hot surrounding his with so much silk it breathed over him as it strangled him.

He laid one hand right below her belly button, fingers splayed wide. “Don’t fucking move, baby. I want this to last more than five seconds and right now, for the first time since I was thirteen, I don’t know if that’s possible.”