Dangerous Lovers (183 page)

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“Welcome to my sanctuary, Liasare.” He put her on her feet, but not before he let her slide down his body. Then he wrapped his hand around her nape and kissed her, long, hard and passionately, making her forget that air was a necessary part of her existence.

When he released her, she stumbled back, but he steadied her with his arm. She looked around and sucked in her breath as her eyes widened in amazement.

She was standing in the most beautiful room she’d ever seen. A huge platform bed took up the center of the room, while two of the walls were nothing but glass doors that opened up to terraces. They overlooked the flower gardens and waterfalls they had recently passed through. The views were outstanding. There was a hanging fireplace, suspended from the ceiling in one corner and on the opposite wall was a table laden with food and drinks. Around the corner was a gigantic bathroom equipped with a sunken bathtub in which one could most likely swim, and a separate shower that could fit a half dozen people. Everything was decorated in white, but it was so peaceful and calming that Liasare fell in love with it immediately.

“I take it you like it here?” he asked.

She wouldn’t be able to say why she responded this way, but she said, “Yeah, quite the bachelor pad it is. I’m sure all your ladies must love it here.”

Liasare felt her body vibrate as his anger released from him before he spoke. The room shuddered with his violence and in a blink, her body was slammed up against the wall, and he was caging her in. His eyes were black and her nerve endings were tingling, like she was being pricked by dozens of tiny needles.

“I wouldn’t know Liasare since I’ve only ever shared this place with
one
lady, and I’m looking at her now.” Liasare’s mouth formed a huge O, right before his mouth claimed hers. His tongue forced its way inside, tasting every bit of her, leaving her begging for more. He ground his hips into her, his pants biting into the tender skin of her hips, but she didn’t care. She wanted him now, more than ever. She burned for him, had burned for him since the first time she laid eyes on him. She’d dreamt about him, longed for him, thought about him constantly and now he was here, with her, and soon he would be inside of her where she had wanted him for God knows how long.

She ripped his shirt apart, tearing his buttons off, eager to have access to him. “You just ruined my favorite shirt,” he breathed into her.

“I don’t care. You can get another one,” she replied. “I want you.”

“Not now. You must sleep first.” He still kissed her. Then he took his hand and slipped it between her legs. She could feel the energy emanating from him, as it burst from his hand, sending currents of heat racing through her veins. It intensified, flowing through her body and centered on that one spot, until she felt she would erupt into flames. She cried out his name when she climaxed, and threw back her head, clasping on to him tightly.

He carried her to the bed and lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms.

“Sleep Liasare. I promise no monsters will invade your dreams. I’ll protect you from them and keep them at bay. When you awaken, we’ll make love, for days on end, if that’s what you want.”

“Jurek, I...” she stammered.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry I made that crummy comment about this place. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Thank you for bringing me here.” She kissed him and snuggled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his exotic scent. She drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.

The monsters came, but true to his word, Jurek was there to chase them away. Liasare slept dream free for fourteen hours straight. When she opened her eyes, she was staring at Jurek’s perfect chest. Her head was in the middle of it, her arms were wrapped tightly around his torso and her legs were straddling him. Had she slept this way the entire night? She was also very naked.

Lifting her head, she looked at him and found he was staring at her under heavy-lidded eyes. She didn’t think he had ever looked so sexy.

“My clothes?” she wondered out loud.

Shaking his head, he answered, “You’ll have to ask yourself that.”

“Hmmm,” she murmured as she began to stretch.

His raspy voice halted her actions. “I would ask that you please hold still for a few moments.”

Liasare was confused for a second until she realized why. Jurek was naked, except for his boxers and she was straddling him. She could feel the outline of his erection directly between her legs.

She stared at him for the briefest of moments and then grinned as she began to slowly slide up and down against him, feeling him lengthening between her thighs.

“Liasare, what are you doing? You have to stop! I’ve been lying here for hours, with you straddling me. This is going to create an embarrassing situation for both of us.”

“I hardly think so, Jurek,” she said, as she bent her head to lick his chest. Her mouth suddenly clamped around his nipple, sucking and nipping at it.

She heard him suck in his breath, and she continued to slide up and down, doing her tortuous dance upon him.

“Liasare, if you don’t stop, I can guarantee I’m going to come,” he growled, grabbing her shoulders, a part of him wanting this to continue but another part knowing he should stop her.

“Exactly,” she smiled wickedly as she ran her tongue along her lips. It was his undoing. He made a ragged groan in the back of his throat as he clamped his hands on her hips. She could feel the pulsing of his orgasm against her thighs, as she continued to move upon him.

“Ah, Liasare,” he moaned. “You don’t play fair,” he said, as he took her hand and kissed each of her fingers.

“Says he who’s been torturing me for months,” she retorted as she crawled off of him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, reluctant to release her hand.

“I have to tinkle. I’ll be right back.”

“Tinkle? That’s a new one for me. I’ll allow you that one reprieve for the day,” he smiled, a sensuous gleam in his eyes.

When she returned minutes later, he was gone. Then she was suddenly hit from behind and startled as he grabbed her and threw her down on the bed.

He began kissing the arches of her feet, nibbling and sucking them. He worked his way up to her calves where he took his tongue and traced the curve of her perfectly shaped muscle. Moving to the inside of her leg, he scraped his teeth from her knee to the peak of her thigh, nipping and licking his way to that most sensitive spot of hers. Liasare was writhing as he released his energy in pulses and her orgasm blew her away in a million sparks.

He left the bed for a moment, only to return with a pitcher of iced lemon water and some glasses. When she raised her brows in question, he just grinned, gave her a scorching look, and lay back down. Pulling a silk napkin from a bedside tray, he instructed her to lie back as he tied the scarf around her head, blindfolding her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling slightly anxious.

“Patience,” he whispered.

Moving to her abdomen, he began leaving a trail of hot kisses, followed by his sizzling touch. She gasped in shock when she felt his touch followed by the feel of ice cold water, as it dripped down her belly and ran between her thighs.

“Ah, Jurek!” she exclaimed.

He repeated the process over her chest and when he got to her breasts, instead of just kissing them, he latched on to each nipple, sucking them until they hardened into firm points. Then she felt him put an ice cube on each one, as she sucked in her breath. He ran the sliver of ice from her nipples down to that pink place between her legs, inserting it there, making her gasp again, but this time with pleasure. Then he followed it with his tongue, licking and swirling, delving inside of her and bringing her to another orgasm.

Liasare went to remove the blindfold, only to be stopped by Jurek. “Not so fast. I’m not through playing yet, love.”

“I want you Jurek, now!” she said as she tugged his face to hers.

He chuckled, “I don’t think so. There’s plenty of time for that. Right now, I want to please you.”

He rolled her onto her belly and continued his sweet torture of her body. Running his hands along her back, he dipped them between her legs, letting his energy flow into her.

“Yes,” she cried.

“Tell me what you want Liasare.”

“You. I want you Jurek.”

“Tell me where to touch you.”

“Between my legs. Inside of me. Everywhere.”

He pushed out his energy so everywhere he touched her, she would feel the ultimate pleasure. He started at her neck and he lay over her, kissing her. Moving down her back, he ran his tongue along the length of her spine. He picked up the glass of water and poured a slow steady stream along the center of her back all the way down to the crease of her buttocks. She couldn’t stop moaning. The heat within her was building to an unbelievable inferno, her recent orgasm nearly forgotten.

“More, Jurek. More,” she begged.

“Oh, there’ll be much more, Liasare.”

Running his hand between her legs, he spread them and cupped her sex, letting his energy flow into her.

“Oh gawd,” she nearly flew off the bed, as she climaxed. Her breathing was out of control, but she only had one thing on her mind now. She tore the blindfold off and pulled him to her, “Now Jurek. Dammit, don’t make me wait any longer. I burn for you.”

His lips sought hers as he spread her legs and in one swift move, he pushed himself inside of her. Liasare screamed and Jurek realized too late, that the resistance he felt was her virginity.

“Bloody hell, Liasare,” he swore.

She squirmed beneath him, trying to get away from the pain he’d just inflicted upon her.

“Stop fidgeting, love, so I can take away the pain.” He spoke to her softly yet firmly, while he held her tightly in his arms.

Her eyes were clenched shut and her fists were twisted up in the sheets. She was panting like she’d just run a marathon, shaking her head from side to side.

“Liasare. Look at me please,” he commanded.

She opened her eyes.

“Hold still for me, love. I’m going to make you stop hurting, but I can’t do it unless you’re still for a second. Okay?”

She nodded and was finally still. Jurek concentrated his energy on her and within a few seconds, she felt the soothing relief. He could feel her relax.

“Better?” he asked. She nodded. “Liasare, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

She closed her eyes and told him, “I meant to. I really did. But then whenever it started to come up, the subject would get switched and I’d forget. And then I started to figure you’d know because, I mean, hell Jurek, remember what I looked like? What guy would have wanted to sleep with me the way I looked back then? Gah, this is so embarrassing. I’m probably the oldest virgin alive.” Her face burned with heat as she remembered how awful she looked.

He held her face in his hands. “Please don’t be embarrassed about this. Look at me Liasare.” She opened her eyes and fell into the beauty of his. “You sell yourself short. Your Shandro would have slept with you in a second. I saw the way he looked at you. I really thought you had been lovers.
I
wanted to sleep with you. I wanted to the moment I saw you.” Jurek ran his thumb along her bottom lip. It had become impossibly difficult for him to keep his fingers off her luscious mouth.

“But I saw your face when you saw what I looked like,” she mumbled.

“Yes, it sickened me to think how much pain you must have endured and how many surgeries you had to correct the damage. I didn’t care about the scars. They were on the outside of you Liasare. I only cared about what was on the inside.” He placed his hand over her heart, feeling the rhythm of it beating beneath his palm.

“But they were awful to look at. I was awful to look at.”

“You’re exactly like your sister. You have so little self-esteem. I’d like to kill that bitch of a woman that raised you.”

“Well, you’re right about that. She is a bitch.”

“I’m
so
sorry I hurt you. Had I known you were a virgin, I would have taken it very slowly, started you out by gently using only my hand, made you comfortable until you were ready for me. I feel terrible Liasare. I bring you here to ease your pain, and then I tear you apart like that.”

“It’s all my fault for not telling you Jurek. Can you just stop talking and move a little?” She was beginning to feel a burning within her again. “I still want you to...”

“Like this?” he interrupted her. “And this?” He rotated his hips and slid in and out a bit, not much but enough to make her moan in pleasure.

Her breath caught in her throat at the new sensations she was experiencing. “Ah yes please...more Jurek. Faster.” He was happy to comply. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over, bringing her on top.

“What are you doing?” she asked surprised and suddenly shy. She looked down at where they were joined and her face heated up and turned as red as a tomato as she noticed the streaks of blood on her thighs and on him too.

“Don’t be timid Liasare. Your blood is nothing to be ashamed of and you look quite ravishing right there,” he said as he ran his fingers along the place where he was inside of her. Then he began to rub that tiny sensitive spot until she moaned. “This is why I want you on top. I want
you
in control. Your moves, your pleasure. This is for you Liasare. You control the way you want this to work and find what pleases you the most. I also have access to all your pleasure points. Here, put your hands on my chest and find your rhythm, love.” She did as he instructed and began to discover what she liked and how best to achieve the most pleasure. Jurek watched her and had great difficulty holding himself back. He thought she was the most amazing woman he’d ever seen and his heart twisted around her, as they loved each other.