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Authors: Chris Lange

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Heart about to burst, she longed for his powerful arms around her, capturing her. Blood plunging ahead, she wanted to lean in, to come to know the feel of his mouth on hers. Removing her fingers, she stepped back as he spoke.

“Close your eyes.”

His gaze burning holes in her soul, his voice compelling her to obey, she lowered her eyelids.

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts. His soft flesh on her mouth, she yielded to his firm pressure. As he cupped a hand behind her head, she blossomed under his desire. Parting her lips, she sought his intimacy. Their tongues met, discovered, caressed, reveled in the fierce sensations they brought to life.

Heat swelled up in her. His hands dug in her hair, immobilizing her head, he deeply penetrated her mouth. As if their pasts had never existed, as if he had all the time in the universe, he kissed her.

Lips locked, breaths melting, he reached inside her, opening her up, bringing her toward the abyss of a virgin life. Long, hot shivers of excitement blazing hard, their wanton mouths made love, their tongues entangled, ensnared. They kissed until she couldn’t stand it any longer, until she thought she would surely faint from hunger.

Opening her eyes, drawn into the place where the eye doesn’t see, she didn’t heed the scars on his face, but the naked passion in his gaze. When she pulled away, he just stared at her, his chest heaving. She reached out to the top button of his shirt. As she undid it, he placed his hand on hers. Raising her face, she smiled.

“Make love to me.”

Her resolute words unlatched the last lock. He lifted her up to carry her to the bedroom, her face resting beside his ravaged cheek. Pulling, tugging, discarding their clothes, they fell onto the bed, his heavy body covering hers.

Although she hankered for his kisses, his mouth on hers, his hands touching her, she felt consumed by an unfamiliar, urgent fire. An overwhelming need she couldn’t control, a devastating want screaming to be fulfilled. She snapped. Grasping his arms, she spread her legs.

“Now, Cole, now.”

He must have been under the same urgency. As soon as she let out the words, his cock touched her. Hard as iron, he captured her gaze and drove himself into her in a single push. They both cried out, hearts pumping, pelvis uniting, flesh swallowing flesh.

Her mind gone, she surrendered to her darkest desires. Slave to the green eyes, she called for haste, power, and brutal strength. In a swift move, she wound her legs around his waist.

“Please.”

Resting on his hands, his face above hers, he banged her like a pounding machine. He moaned when she groaned, shoving his cock inside her, again and again. He groaned when she cried out, his hard thrusts driving her to orgasm. He burst out into her when her climaxing muscles clamped on him. Then he collapsed on top of her.

It must have been the briefest intercourse Jany had ever had yet by far the most powerful. As he lay atop her, his face in her neck, she wondered about what had just taken place. They had joined like primitive cavemen, both overruled by the imperious need to come. To
not
think and come.

They dozed for a while, his body pressed against her side, his head on her shoulder, his scarred arm across her belly. On the fringe of a satisfied, pacified slumber, she floated on a bubble of happiness. A crystalline circle protecting her, a limpid shield embracing her. Weightless, her mind drifted to the portent letter he had written to her. The letter that had changed so much for her.

“Cole, are you sleeping?”

As soon as she spoke his hand slowly grazed her belly, moving up to her breasts, stroking the sensitive skin. Enticing tingles spread through her, igniting warm sparks in the pit of her stomach.

“Who do you work for? What’s this special branch you mentioned?”

“As they say in action movies, that’s classified. If I told you, darling, I’d have to kill you.”

She grinned, his sense of humor agreeing with hers. Still, she needed him to clarify certain event. “In your letter, you wrote about an act of kindness. I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean.”

He took her right nipple. The tingles became delicious prickles when he grasped the erected flesh between two fingers; when he began twirling it, his touch and whisper aroused her. “You don’t remember, do you?”

Pinned down by the slow revolving of his fingers, speech eluding her, Jany shook her head.

“Months ago, I went to Walmart. I was looking for canned goods when I saw you for the first time. You were alone in the aisle, busy reading a label and humming a tune. You stopped me dead in my tracks.”

She gasped. As if reminiscing triggered off pent up emotions, he started rubbing her nipple with the palm of his hand.

“It’s just the way you looked, you acted…” He sighed against her breast. “I sensed loneliness in you, the kind of solitude I live with every day. I couldn’t stop staring at you. You moved me so much, I felt thunderstruck. I just prayed you wouldn’t turn around and see my face.”

Drawing in a long breath, she tensed when he sucked her other breast into his mouth. Licking her stiffened nipple, his lascivious tongue made her shiver from excitement. Only when he released her did she breathe again.

“Then three youngsters hurtled into the aisle. Probably cheerleaders from the nearest school, all shiny make-up and boobs out. They were giggling, elbowing each other, calling me Scarface. Then you did turn around.”

He seized her nipple with his lips, licking the pink skin, sucking it till she began panting. Tongue and mouth working to give her pleasure, his hand took on a different direction, gliding down her belly. All her senses aroused, she uttered a loud sigh as he let go of her nipple.

“You glanced at me. I expected to see you shocked or at least startled. Hell, I even expected you to join the giggling, although it would have hurt. But you didn’t. You looked at the three girls in such a way they quit making a monkey out of me. I think that’s when I fell in love with you.”

Listening to his beautiful words, her heart misbehaved. Beating loud and clear, it rattled in her chest, attuned to the man’s hand now reaching her bush, brushing past it, settling on the taut lips.

“You glared at the girls. You took a mirror from your handbag and brought it up to them. Your eyes were so cold, so condescending, I’ll never forget that moment. Believe me, your tone would have frozen an Eskimo. Then you asked them, ‘What do you think you look like’?”

Caressing her pussy, his hand parted her lips. A finger went in, his palm rubbing above. Body stiffening, she gasped under the stirring pressure. As the finger moved inside her, as the palm drew small circles on her clitoris, the lost memory rushed back to her. How could she have obliterated such an episode?

How could you know? You didn’t startle me that day because I had seen you coming. I grabbed the nearest can and pretended to read the label. Humming is useful to repel people. What else could I do to avoid you? Still, the little sluts irritated me. I gave them what they deserved. And you fell for me on a false impression? Dear God, I’m sorry, but it’ll stay this way. The truth would only hurt you, probably worse than anything else, and you’re worthy of so much more than a petty excuse from me. You have suffered enough. You deserve my love and my highest respect. From now on, I swear that’s what you’ll get.

Against her leg, his erection raised tiny hairs on her thigh. His wet finger glided out of her to settle on her clit. His touch gentle and provocative, he concluded his story.

“They walked away, very pissed off with you. I guess I wanted to talk to you, but you didn’t hang around, and I didn’t dare. Later, I used my resources to learn about you. When I realized I’d have to keep you safe in my basement, I collected your favorite books and music. I thought you’d be frightened so I tried to recreate a familiar environment.”

“Do you really think I’m familiar with being locked up in chains?”

His sudden grin made her long for more smiles. “No. The chains were there in the first place. That’s actually why my team rented this house. It’s always useful if we end up with an unexpected prisoner. But when I understood you’d be here for a while, I looked at the chains and I figured…”

She loved his clear, resolute look. Without fear or hesitation he was about to unmask his real self, to disclose his hidden motives for her sake. In a way, she was now grown-up enough to say it for him.

“You figured chains, porn, and a dildo would help me respond to a masked man holding me captive. You believed I’d be better disposed to see the truth if you first had me sexually attracted to you.”

His finger stroked her clit as he let out a soft “Yes.” Shivering from his intimate caresses, intense desire melting her body, she whispered in his ear.

“What do you want to do now?”

Removing his fingers, he hoisted himself on top of her. Sliding his hands under her shoulders, he looked at her.

“I want to make love to you.”

He entered her, seemingly taking his time to feel her moist tightness. An inch at a time, his rigid cock penetrated her. He didn’t push, he didn’t press, he just let himself sail in, swallowed by her expectant flesh. Once deep inside her pussy, he withdrew. As slowly as he had gone in, his rod kneading her, he let himself out.

They moaned, his slowness exacerbating their senses, intensifying their mutual desire. He did it again, and they both gasped, locked in inescapable pleasure. As his long thrusts deepened without quickening, her limbs throbbed, and a single tear burned the corner of her eye. He kissed it, his inflamed gaze demanding violent release.

Body pulsating, heart bumping hard, nailed down by the torrid sensations he was drawing forth, she felt herself waiting for something she couldn’t name. As he wracked her once more with devastating slowness, she grabbed his buttocks and pushed his cock down into her core.

His sudden harsh grunt almost brought her to orgasm. Lost in the green gaze, suspended to his impending passion, she finally heard the words she had been expecting all along.

“Come for me.”

He drove himself out and inside her for the last time before they exploded together, quivering, crying out, shutting their eyes to sustain the power of their release.

Time moved on. Bodies and minds unwound, hearts settled down. Fulfilled, Jany opened her eyes to look upon his cherished face.

Biography

Chris Lange is a sensual romance author and a dreamer. She daydreams, nightdreams, Mondaydreams, weekenddreams, springdreams, winterdreams. Then, she writes.

Welcome to her fantasy world.

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