Enraptured (26 page)

He leaned closer to her, his lips brushed
against her ear when he spoke. “Because you already are Paige. I
want nothing more than to be inside of you, but if you never
allowed it, I would never turn to someone else, and I will always
stay by your side.”

His words filled her with awe; she rested
her hand against his cheek. “Thank you for being honest with
me.”

“I’m not proud of what I’ve done, but I’m
not ashamed.”

She squeezed his hand. “I’m not saying you
should be ashamed. I don’t completely understand what you are or
what you’ve endured, but I know you’re a good man.”

He relaxed against her and pressed her
closer against him. Her hand fell to her mouth; she stifled a yawn.
“I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

He went to rise, but she wrapped her hand
around his wrist to keep him in place. She knew she was wading into
dangerous territory, knew this man could break her heart, but she
couldn’t stand the idea of being separated from him right now.
“Stay with me.” She fought to keep the blush out of her cheeks. “I
can’t be alone, not tonight.”

He went rigid against her; she feared he
might get up and walk away from her. Instead, he brushed back her
hair, lifted the covers and slid into the bed beside her. Paige
squirmed over when his solid leg brushed against hers. The intimate
feel of his powerful thigh, and the bristly hair on his legs caused
a small shiver to run through her. What had she done by inviting
him into her bed?

She didn’t know the answer to that question,
but as the heat from his body enveloped her, she knew she wouldn’t
have changed her mind. “Do you mind?” he asked her and held open
his arms to her.

An unexpected lump formed in her throat.
Unable to speak, she nestled closer to him. He surrounded her in
his arms. The feel of his body cloaked her; his bare chest pressed
against her skin. The fresh scent of the spicy soap he’d used
tickled her nostrils. Her fingers curled into the unyielding flesh
of his chest, she tried to hold herself away from him, but she
found herself instinctively pressing closer against him as yearning
spread through her belly.

A deep ache pulsed to life inside her. She
hadn’t wanted to be alone anymore tonight, but when his hands
splayed out on her back, she knew that’s not why she’d asked him to
stay. Her breasts, pressed against his chest, tingled as her
nipples hardened. His breath tickled against her ear and neck as it
blew back her hair.

Her fingers uncurled from his flesh to slide
over the smooth skin pulled taut over the muscles of his chest. Ian
stiffened against her, afraid to move, barely breathing as her
hands skimmed over his body. Everywhere she touched, his skin
rippled. His dick jumped in eager anticipation when her fingers
slid over the elastic band of his boxers.

“It’s going to be very difficult for me to
go to sleep, if you keep touching me like that,” he murmured
against her ear. Her hands went still against his lower abdomen;
her fingers played over the rigid muscle beneath her touch. Sleep
was the furthest thing from her mind right now, not with his heat
enshrouding her. “Not when all I crave is to be buried deep inside
you.”

A shudder ran through her at his words; her
heart rate escalated to the point where she knew he could hear it.
He had to be able to sense that all she wanted was the exact same
thing. The crispy hair on his shin tickled her foot when her toes
curled against him. Heat spread into her belly, a tightening began
between her thighs; her mouth went dry at the thought of him moving
over her, inside of her. Memories of what had transpired between
them before flooded her mind, but she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied
with a hand job, not tonight, and neither would she.

“Ian,” she whimpered, unsure of what she’d
meant to say.

His mouth slid over her cheek before
brushing the corner of her lips. She tasted like liquid heat and
apples, smelled like the crisp lemon scent of the shampoo the motel
had provided. His hand slid into her silken hair, brushing it back
from her round face before he traced over the smattering of
freckles on her nose. Her turquoise eyes glimmered in the changing
light as they searched his.

“This won’t end with kissing, and touching,
so before you say or do anything more, realize that. I’ll lay here
and hold you all night, but if you keep touching me like that…” He
took hold of her hand on his stomach and guided it down to his
boxers. He wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. It jumped
in her grasp; her breath froze as her eyes flew up to his. “And be
aware, it won’t be only tonight. I’ll be taking you over and over
again because I know it won’t be enough to only be inside of you
once. You’ll be
mine
.” It came out a low growl.

Oh God, she didn’t think she’d ever heard
such a wonderful prospect in her life. It felt like her heart might
explode out of her chest like some kind of crazy cartoon character
on speed.

“I’ll
never
let you go,” he
continued. “There’s a chance you could walk away from me now, and
I’d somehow be able to withstand your loss. We haven’t had sex and
we haven’t exchanged blood. I know what you are to me, but I may be
able to set you free. You deserve to be able to make your own
choices about your life, but this act will push us beyond
that.”

Her eyes flew back to his. She slipped her
hand inside the open front of his underwear. In her grasp his dick
jumped again. It was so hard, yet the skin was silky beneath her
palm. Her hand slid up his shaft leisurely, and then slowly slid
down again. The massive size of it caused her to lick her lips in
anticipation. Slipping away, her hands cupped the fullness of his
heavy balls.

“Paige,” he hissed out when she began to
fondle them. “I’m not kidding. These are completely different
forces; this is an unbreakable bond.”

She bet there was plenty she still didn’t
know about this massive man filling her hand, but he was hers for
the taking, and he wanted her over and over again. More than that,
he loved her, and as she continued to stroke him she realized she
loved him too. It didn’t matter they hadn’t known each other for
long; he’d become more important to her than anyone else she’d
known these last four years. He cared more for her than anyone else
had.

She felt powerful as her hand slid over him
again, and he arched into her touch. He was vulnerable right now,
exposed in a way she instinctively knew he never had been before,
and so was she.

“Paige…”

“For a man with your reputation, you’re sure
being awfully hard to seduce.”

He moved so fast she barely registered
motion before she was on her back and pinned beneath the enticing
flesh of his body. “You were warned,” he growled before seizing
hold of her mouth with a passion that stole her breath.

Paige’s heart leapt into her throat. For a
minute panic pulsed through her, what had she unleashed? She’d
signed her death certificate, but as his tongue swept into her
mouth, she forgot all about her fright. Forgot all about her
hesitance and didn’t think about what she was doing, what she had
set into motion as he kissed her in deep, thrusting waves that
caused her bones to melt.

His tongue tasted every recess of her mouth.
Just when she believed he would have enough, that he would relent
and allow her mind to stop spinning, he kissed her deeper. She
struggled to catch her breath; her only thought was feeling more of
him, being with him as her hands ran over the bare flesh of his
broad back.

He became her entire world as his thigh
settled in between her legs and he pushed them apart. The heavy
weight of him settling between her thighs made her gasp, but when
she felt the press of his throbbing cock rubbing against her
through their clothing, she almost screamed aloud. She would have,
if he still wasn’t kissing her senseless.

Ian slid his hands down her sides and
clasped hold of the edge of her loose shirt. Pushing it up, his
fingers brushed over her silken flesh. Breaking the kiss, he
briefly met her dazed eyes before tugging the shirt over her head.
His eyes fell upon her pale skin and irresistible, apple-sized
breasts. His fingers trailed over the lean muscles of her stomach
before he bowed his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
He began to suck on it as his tongue swirled around the pert bud. A
low moan escaped her as her body arched up beneath him. Her hands
tugged at his hair and a small cry escaped her.

He told himself he should stop, he’d told
her what this would mean, but she didn’t understand the full
ramifications of their actions. He understood it though, he knew
what she was to him, knew once he was inside of her there would be
no turning back, not for him. But he couldn’t stop, there would
never be any stopping again, not until he possessed her.

Releasing her hardened nipple, he turned his
attention to her other breast and nipped at it before gently
sucking on it to ease any discomfort he may have caused her. She
squirmed beneath him; her excited moans and frantic movements drove
him onward. He’d slept with more women than he could remember, but
not one of them had ever made him feel as aroused as she did. All
of them faded from his mind as he continued to taste her.

Shifting his weight, he grabbed hold of the
waistband of her sweats and tugged them downward. Her legs drew in
so he could pull them over her feet before tossing them aside. He
pulled his boxers off next and settled himself between her legs
again. His fingers slid unhurriedly up her thighs, teasing her
flesh before he dipped his hand in between her legs. A groan
escaped him when he found her already wet with desire. Pleasure and
possession rippled through him as he slid his finger deep inside of
her.

She lifted up beneath him, her body seeking
out the fingers working their magic on her. She wanted so badly to
get closer, and yet the pleasure he aroused so demandingly within
her was almost too much for her to bear. His fingers slid in and
out of her, driving her ceaselessly onward. Then his thumb began to
rub over her clit. A loud cry escaped her as his fingers caused her
to completely fall apart.

She’d barely come back to earth before his
hand fell away and she felt the press of something far larger
against her center. Dazed, her eyes settled on him as he leveled
himself between her legs once more. She could feel the head of his
dick against her, teasing her. She lifted her hips against his,
begging him with her body to end both of their torment, but he
remained unmoving above her.

“Paige, I have to know you understand,” he
grated through his teeth. His face was flushed with restraint,
sweat beaded across his brow as he held himself back.

“I want you, Ian.” She wrapped her arms
around his neck.

“This is an eternity.”

“I understand, and I want it.”

Red blazed into his eyes; his fangs slid
free to hang down over his lower lip. Paige’s breath caught in her
lungs, but before she could react to his loss of control, he drove
into her and buried himself to the hilt with a guttural shout. A
soft cry escaped her as he filled and stretched her in ways she’d
never been filled before. Her heart lumbered in her chest as she
tried to adjust to the size of him filling her body.

Ian remained unmoving as he waited for her
to become accustomed to him. She may not be a virgin, but her
muscles were deliciously tight as they grasped him, and she wasn’t
used to someone of his size. Her eyes met his in the darkness; his
arms shook as he fought to keep himself restrained, but the muscles
gripping at his cock were nearly his undoing as contractions from
her previous orgasm still shook her.

Her fingers entangled in the hair curling
against his neck. Her legs clasping his sides eased their hold on
him; she pulled him down for another kiss. His tongue slid into her
mouth again; his fangs pressed against her lips as he pulled slowly
out of her before thrusting in again. The feel of his fingers in
her was nothing compared to the feel of his cock inside of her,
taking her. His massive body blocked everything out except for him
and the ecstasy he stoked unremittingly higher.

A low moan escaped her when he pulled back
and slid into her again. The friction of him within her, made her
body quicken again as he moved incessantly in and out of her. He
was relentless, demanding as he gave and took in equal measure,
pushing her onward when she tried to retreat.

“Let go, Paige,” he murmured against her
lips. “Don’t fight it. Give your body over to me.”

She didn’t have a choice in the matter; he’d
taken away all of her control over herself. He possessed her body
completely. The encompassing feeling growing within her was
spinning out of her control. She welcomed the plummet over the edge
with this man, welcomed the oblivion he could give to her.

He felt it when she gave herself over to him
completely. Her legs slid around his waist; her body rose and fell
with his as he drove into her before slowly withdrawing again. He
grasped her face in his hands, kissing her in rhythm to his deep
thrusts. Calmness slid over his body, slipped into his soul. For
the first time, since reaching maturity a sense of peace enveloped
him. The beast within had finally been calmed by the warmth and
pleasure of his mate’s body.

Paige’s mind spun; her fingers dug into his
back as his hand slid under her. He grabbed hold of her ass and
lifted her hips off of the bed. The pressure within her started to
grow again; her body moved in ways she’d never known possible as
she grabbed at him, trying to draw him deeper into her, demanding
more and more of him.

His breath was ragged in her ear, warm
against her neck. She felt the pressure of his fangs against her
flesh, but he didn’t bite. Then his lips were moving lower over her
neck, building the frenzy within her to epic levels as his fangs
scraped over her skin. His tongue traced the areas he moved over,
licking where his fangs marked even though they didn’t break her
skin. He could bite her now, drain her, and there was nothing she
could do about it. Instead of being scared of the knowledge, she
found herself more enthralled by it.