Destiny Calls (20 page)

Destiny became a woman possessed. Her hips jerked, and her body bowed off the bed as he sucked her nipple to the back of his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tip as he held her flesh between his teeth, maintaining just enough pressure to keep her on edge.

Cain moved from one breast to the next, never allowing her to lose the feeling he had built. Her entire being was awakened in a way she had never experienced, and the entire time he touched her, she took great pride in never once lowering her arms. She loved being completely under his command.

When she had dissolved into a sobbing puddle of arousal, he slid down her body. His mouth kissed over her stomach, and she wanted to pull away, but was too aroused to care about her imperfections. She should be concerned that he was touching her in such a flawed place, yet she was suddenly too selfish. She had never been so turned-on, so close to the edge without consciously encouraging herself to keep her eye on the prize. She only wanted him to keep touching her.

He yanked her panties down and over her hips. Her legs moved like a cricket’s trying to help him along. He licked the indent of her hip, soft and fleshy, so unlike his own hard, muscled body, yet he didn’t seem to care.

His body moved lower, and his shoulders wedged between her thighs. Destiny rejoiced at the instinct that he would put his mouth on her there. She needed to come, and that was usually a sure way to make it happen.

She spread her thighs to accommodate his wide shoulders, and then he went suddenly still. It seemed as if he was even holding his breath. Self-consciousness flooded her, and the excruciating fear that she somehow didn’t measure up swamped her mind, drowning her confidence.

“Cain?” She wanted to curl in a ball and hide.

“You have no hair.”

Blood rushed to her cheeks. “I get waxed.”

“Waxed?”

Were they really going to have this conversation now, with his face between her thighs and his gazed locked on her hairless folds? Quickly, she explained, “Yes, waxed. I go to a salon every six weeks and have my hair removed. I feel like it’s more attractive and…cleaner.” She couldn’t believe she was saying this to an Amish man staring at her pussy. She was going to hell.

He said nothing, and then his tongue licked from one end of her slit all the way up to her clit. Her body shivered, and she tried to eradicate all memories of that quick intermission.

“You’re so smooth,” he growled in a gravelly voice.

“Thank you?” She wasn’t really sure how to receive a compliment about her vagina. No one really ever paid the subject much thought before.

He pressed her thighs farther apart and continued staring at her. He had unnerved her with the way he played with her breasts. Her body was still on edge, still needing to climax. She struggled to tolerate more of his torture.

It took all of her effort not to pull away and take charge. He was like no one she’d been with before. Cain was perfectly comfortable taking the lead. She didn’t want to let her impatience or stingy need to have an orgasm mess with the chemistry they were sharing. So she forced herself to wait.

Slowly he licked her again, and her body tightened. His tongue flicked over her clit, and he blew gently over her sensitive flesh. The sensation of his finger slowly rimming her opening kicked up her breathing. Like a coin works its way down a funnel, he slowly swirled his finger, spiraling deeper and deeper into her narrow opening.

She imagined his lips glistening with her juices, and more heat flooded her. He growled and then sunk his finger deep inside of her. She arched and gasped at the full sensation. He quickly pulled his finger out then plunged two more back inside of her. He wasn’t gentle, and Destiny loved it.

Cain quickly pumped his fingers in and out of her as his tongue joined the melee, licking and kissing her bare flesh. Her blood pumped into her clit, and she swelled right under the torment of his tongue. He nibbled the sensitive, nub and she could no longer hold her arms above her head. She pressed them out to her sides as her hands fisted in the blankets.

Cain sucked at her sharp bundle of nerves, his fingers working in and out of her. She was so close. Her mind cheered, and her own voice echoed, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

Finally his fingers pressed deep. The tips twisted and hooked at the mouth of her womb, and a shower of pleasure rained down over her. Her muscles throbbed in a fast, rhythmic flutter that pounded against his fingertips holding her from deep within. Her clit beat rapidly against his tongue as her blood surged to every nerve ending in her body. He sucked her flesh hard as she cried out his name, never letting her completely come down, never letting the pleasure wane. One climax folded into another as he pumped his fingers once again. He drank up her honey and growled greedily as he took more and more and more.

By her sixth or tenth orgasm, her body almost became pained with pleasure. She could take no more. She whipped her head back and forth over the pillows and called out words in Portuguese, too far gone to translate her thoughts into English. When he finally ended his assault, her body quaked with aftershocks so strong she wondered if she would come again from the simple resonance of his touch.

He climbed up her body, his much longer form cocooning hers. His strong hips wedged between her thighs, and the broad head of his cock pressed into her opening. Destiny instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips as he plunged deep inside of her. He stretched her. Mentally she acknowledged somewhere in the back of her mind that he was much larger than any man she had ever been with, but the pinch was all part of the pleasure.

He filled her with hard, deep thrusts, and she gloried in the strength he displayed. All her past lovers suddenly seemed like boys next to this incredible man. Her fingers mapped out every muscle along his back, and his hard chest pressed into the soft cushion she created. She actually felt petite beneath him. He was formidable for reasons beyond his physical stature. It was as if his confidence held a presence of its own.

Her body was so spent. There was no pressure to fake an orgasm. Cain had more than proven himself as far as she was concerned. For once in her life, she realized how pleasurable the act of sex could be when the anxiety of climaxing wasn’t weighing on her.

She held onto him as he kissed her breasts and shoulders. Her heels dug into his hard ass as his tongue licked at her throat. He nipped her there, and she moaned.

He leaned back and gripped her by the hips as he fed his length in and out of her. She released her legs, and her knees fell open. The sound of their flesh pounding together filled the room. Their bodies were dewy, and skin clung to skin, tearing away here and there with a sharp and delicious sting.

Her hair was damp, small wisps clung to her temples as did his. Harder and harder he yanked her body to his, slamming his cock deep inside of her. And then something unexpected happened.

Cain leaned forward, grabbing hold of her wrists and pinning them firmly in one hand above her head. Her spine arched, and he reached with his other hand for her nipple. He pulled the tip hard and slammed his mouth down over hers, a blatant display of dominance. Destiny was overcome with passion. She bit fiercely at his full lips, and he bit back. They were mating like animals, and Destiny no longer cared what was normal.

She yanked at her wrists, freeing one which she quickly brought to his shoulder. Her nails clawed down his back. Cain growled, and it almost sounded as if he were purring. He smiled at her through the silvery darkness of the room. He gave her a challenging look and yanked her arm back down and trapped it again, exerting his strength in a way that made something long neglected snap deep inside of her.

Her sex gripped him in a flurry of pulses as she climaxed hard over the long, thick length of his cock. So stunned that she was actually having another orgasm and one from intercourse at that, she didn’t even consider why he was suddenly pulling out of her. Her sex tried to hold him deep inside of her, but Cain was in control. His hot seed spilled across her belly, marking her in a way that was so primitive she could only moan again.

Cain collapsed beside her, careful not to crush her with his weight. His breath panted against her shoulder, and her knees fell lifelessly to the sides. That was when it struck her. Condom. They had forgotten a condom.

Chapter 15

He was there. Close. Cybil sensed him in the darkness. Fear gripped her tight. Why? Why was he doing this? He was always there in her dreams, seemingly as blind as she was rendered mute with fear.

He should have known her, but he didn’t. She hated when he lost track of who she was. That was when he crept in on her, surrounding her. Too much!

Her hands, again not her own, sliced through the air as she frantically pleaded with him.
No! I do not understand why you’re doing this. Stop.

The moment she signed the word, stop he did. He never touched her, only watched her with those seemingly unseeing eyes. There was a precarious thread on his control, and she sensed how dearly he fought not to lose himself to some greater power.

Why couldn’t he see her for who she was? He should recognize her. She knew he should.

Do you not know me?
she signed with trembling fingers.

He stilled her hands, and her body shuddered. Never before had he touched her. She was on the brink of tears. She could see him when he kept his distance, but the moment he drew close to her, she lost sight of him. Nothing but blackness surrounded her, anchoring her there in this dark place with the gentle, but powerful hold of some phantom hand.

“Call my name, Cybil. Say it before it is too late, before I’ve gone too far.”

It was not her name on his lips that filled her with revulsion. It was the closeness of his warm breath upon her cheek that terrified her, excited her. She tried to tug her hands away to sign for him to go away, but his hold tightened.

“Say it. You know it. Let me hear you speak it. I cannot come to you until you speak my name. I know not what this world is to me. There is no call until it forms upon your lips. Say it. Call me to you, and when I hear your voice speak my name, our paths will be clear. Do not allow me to take another.”

Tears slowly trickled past her lashes. She couldn’t speak his name. He frightened her. He was a man, and she was a girl.

“I know nothing of you, except for here in these dreams. You’re young now, but one day you will be a woman. I’ve waited long. I will wait for you as long as it takes, but you must tell me, for I do not know. My days are restless as are my nights. The only peace I find is here in this dark place that’s our own. In the light of day, I only sense that something is missing. Something that was withheld from me and I need you to help me find my other half. Help me see you.

“I saw you, alone and frightened and I felt you in my soul, but my mind is too warped by the laws of men to understand what you are. They have set limits upon us to believe they know the way of God’s plan and we have, too long, believed what we were told. But you, Cybil, will someday call my name, and I will know there is more. We shall prove them all wrong.”

He released her hands, and she backed away. He was always beautiful, but when he was frightening she lost sight of his naturally attractive features. It would be some time before he allowed her to wake and leave this place. For what was a sanctuary for him was a prison for her. She didn’t like the dark.

Why can’t I see you?
she signed.

“You will when you’re ready. Right now you’re too frightened to see me in such a light. You see me in one way and your mind won’t let you consider me as anything more than what your memory already knows.”

You scare me.

He sighed, and his banked rage made her wince. He knew he frightened her. Regretted it, but that didn’t take away the fear. He exerted great effort not to add to it. “It will ease with time. I will never hurt you, Cybil.”

There was such darkness surrounding him, but she couldn’t ignore the dim light that flickered somewhere deep inside. His days were cruel, constantly reminding him of all he did not have. She, too, could count more losses upon her fingers than gains. Life was cruel. Unfair and unseeing, punishment descended with unbiased determination on innocent, undeserving people as easily as criminals and men that were purely evil.

He was not purely evil. She saw the sins he tried to hide when he came to her in her dreams, saw them as shadowy secrets he didn’t want her to know. They were his badges of regrets, and they cloaked him in shame. She wouldn’t ask. Just as she knew she would someday speak his name, he would someday tell her his secrets. Her youth protected her from that ticking clock, but at the same time she resented having to wait.

I believe you,
she signed into the darkness and sensed him relax. She sympathized with his situation. Although he seemed so confident on the outside, he was really quite broken and alone. She knew what it was to feel displaced.

“Shall I tell you the story?”

She nodded. She was never frightened when he told her tales. The cadence of his deep voice soothed her as much as repeating the familiar words somehow soothed him.

“There is one true mate for every male,” he began. “One other half to every soul. God has chosen this mate, and his choice is more powerful than the heart or mind of any man. It is our calling in this life, to fulfill God’s plan, and no other has the power to change one’s preordained destiny. It is kismet. Meant to be.