Her Druid Desire (The Amber Druid Series) (30 page)

           
He tongued her earlobe, wishing they were on a bed to where he could reach
every delicious inch of her body, but he would take what he could get at this
moment and besides that left an excuse to do all of this over and over again,
but to do it right the next time.

           
God, she was so hot. The heat rolling from her core singed his cock. His hands
were now settled right under her ass, holding her tightly against his body
while he controlled the movement he was giving her and just how hard, soft, or
fast his dick slid over her sensitized, but material-covered flesh. He could
feel the thrumming of energy that was growing from inside her body. Her nerve
endings were singing in pleasure. Dew had formed on her forehead and Drake
leaned away slightly to notice that her eyes were closed. Dark eyebrows were
lax, not drawn down in aggravation like they usually were whenever she was with
him. Instead, right at this moment she was so lost to sensation that her armor
was no longer up.

           
He wanted to see and watch her come so badly that his own pleasure took a
backseat to hers.

***

           
Nadia felt as if her world had tipped on its axis and would never be right
again.

           
Every hot fantasy she had ever had about Drake, starring Drake, or imagined
Drake in was now happening to her. She had never known he was this
unrestrained
with his sexuality; she never could have imagined him doing what he had been
doing, much less her walking towards him after a few suggestive words from him.

           
He was so strong. He had held her up with one arm earlier and had been doing so
again, but now both of his hands were placed right where the crease of her
bottom met her thighs, and every once in awhile, all ten of his fingers
clenched against her flesh.

           
The very hard and very long length of his erection was sliding,
sliding
along her core. Thank God her pajama pants were very soft and now, very wet,
but since he was giving her slow, sure strokes she didn’t think he was hurting
himself in anyway. At the moment she hoped, no, she prayed that he wouldn’t
stop. It just felt too damn good.

           
The thought that this was Drake,
her
Drake doing this wicked thing to
her filled her with emotions so close to exploding that Nadia wasn’t sure if
she wanted to kiss him continually for a month, start crying from pure joy of
finally getting a chance with him, or combust from pure, unadulterated want.
All she did was keep her head back so that he could lick his way along her
collarbone like he was doing now.  She didn’t want anything to be over too
fast, but she knew that the fire racing along her nerve endings, the fine
tremor that had overtaken her body along with the frantic gusts of air spilling
from her mouth, were all signs that she was going to implode in a firestorm of
sensation, and it wouldn’t be far from now.

           
Years of agonizing wonder on her part sent her hips into a slight repetitive
motion. She started to counter his thrusts with her own. She didn’t know the
first thing about what she was doing, she just knew that it felt good and he
hadn’t stopped her yet, so she was going to keep doing it.

           
His left hand moved from her bottom and slid over the wet material to her lower
back. Long fingers dipped between material and skin, and seconds later his
massive hand was sliding under the elastic waistband of her pajama pants. She
felt as if she were touching a living flame; he was that hot. Her eyes slid
open halfway at the same time that he turned them and settled the upper half of
her back against the wet stone wall of his shower.

           
Scorching eyes the color of ultra bright molten gold peered at her from hooded
eyes. Nadia took in everything from the sweat dotting his forehead, to the
gleaming, menacing points of his fangs from where his mouth was opened
slightly. Heat pulsed low in her core and she flexed against him as his left
hand gripped her bottom and moved the fabric low enough so that his other hand
could join in. Now both of his hands were holding her naked bottom, as he kept
up a wicked thrust against her.

           
Nadia just laid there in his arms, held by the wall, his hands and his dick
moving under her, and felt so alive and in tune with her body in a way that she
had never felt before.

           
This is what she had been missing for years. This intensity, this passionate,
strong, sexy man had done this with so many other women…no…she wouldn’t think
of that. She pushed the thought away and gripped her fingers in his wet hair,
bringing his face down to hers once more. She wanted this moment for him and
her only. She wanted to remember this forever, and by God thoughts of the women
in his past would not taint it for her.

           
With his lips barely touching hers, she whispered, “Your hands feel good on my
skin.”

           
He shuddered in mid stroke and let his fingers rasp ever so closer to the
crease of her bottom. Passionate fire raced through Nadia as one of his fingers
dipped down,
then
even further, until she knew he
could feel the slickness of her core.

           
“Oh…” She stopped moving against him and focused now on that sinful finger
which was moving into territory that had never felt the presence of a man
before now, before him. Flames licked at her stomach, branching out into her
body, burning everything they came into contact with. She felt as if everything
hinged on him either touching her intimately or burying himself deep, so deep
inside her body.

           
“Damn angel, you’re so hot, so fucking wet…” his breath puffed out against her lips
and Nadia felt as if a demon had moved inside, taking over her body when she
let her tongue come out to lick his upper lip. That seductive touch along with
his frantic cursing made her feel disjointed and unhinged from reality.

           
His carnally divine finger was slippery now and slid so very effortlessly down
through the crease of her bottom to the very sensitive, very swollen flesh of
her core. With one bare flick against her responsive folds, she jerked, then
moaned deep in her throat, “
Ohyesohyesohyes
.” Between
the hardness of his dick under her, still rubbing against her body, his fingers
slipping down teasing her wantonly, and his mouth nibbling hers, Nadia was more
than mystified. She just knew that she wanted release and she wanted it now.

           
“Ah…you like that, don’t you, honey?” Another lick from his divine tongue and
she let hers out to duel with his. That turned into a deep fiery kiss, until he
broke away and nuzzled the soft area where her shoulder met her neck. His
fingers flicked her receptive core, that small hidden flange of nerve filled
flesh, and Nadia shuddered as his dick continued to move.

           
She started to imagine that when he moved, he was sliding inside of her and the
visualization coupled with his fingers and body moving against her helped the
arc of pleasure grow to astounding heights deep in her body. A bolt of heat
attacked her from nowhere and her inner muscles contracted.

           
“Ah…yes…please don’t stop.”

           
He licked her earlobe and said, “I’m not stopping. I’m never going to stop,
even if you come once, twice, or even three times…you are going to have all the
fucking satisfaction you can handle from me.”

           
Nadia shuddered against him as he smiled against her neck.

           
“You are so close angel, so very close. You want to feel it don’t you?” Another
lick along her neck and her womb tightened with heat, “You want to feel me
there, sliding deep into your body. Not my fingers,” a deep wracking sob flared
up from out of nowhere and escaped her mouth. She was so close, so very close
to that elusive bliss that she needed, “but my cock. I’m hard for you angel,
only you…”

           
At those words, Nadia saw nothing.

           
Her body exploded with want. For a second there she hung, suspended in a world
filled with such wanton bliss that she didn’t want it to end. She stiffened
against him while her mouth opened on a soundless scream. Tremors sidled
through her while her core felt imbued with fiery heat and a flood of moisture.
Tears burned behind her eyes as she held onto his body with everything she had.

           
He growled against her chest, sounding like a wild animal, and she felt the
tank top she had on loosen a bit around the neck. Then the shudders that had
just torn her apart with pleasure, wracked through him. He surged his dick
against her now swollen and extremely responsive core, and Nadia felt her shirt
give way completely.

           
Then…silence. Neither one of them moved. Nadia knew she couldn’t at the moment
anyway. But Drake kept his head down against her chest where she could now feel
his hot breath on the heated skin of her upper breast. Her fingers played in
his wet hair and she was more than happy to stay right where she was until he
deemed it would be time for them to move. Besides, his body still covered her
up against the shower wall.

           
He sighed harshly against her, “I think I ruined your shirt.”

           
Nadia looked down onto the crown of his head, and then he lifted, looking into
her eyes while he did so. It took her a few moments to notice that her shirt
was ripped and gaping open, but not enough to expose her breasts out to the
open. What held her enthrall though was the material of her ripped shirt
hanging from his fangs. A deep, dark and very wicked shudder wracked her frame.

           
She smiled weakly, “I don’t care.”

           
He slipped his hands free from her pants and one hand removed the material from
his mouth. “Good,” that was all he said before he let her slide down his body
then turned away to flip the knobs for the shower again.

***

           
Exquisite, simply exquisite, but Drake fought down the red hot brand of
possession that was battling with his mind. Nadia was more than just some woman
that he had shared a very sensual moment with; she was fresh faced, purity in a
small perfectly wrapped package, wide eyed with what had just happened between
them and Drake watched her with a feral quality that he knew he had to nip in
the bud.

           
Tone it down buddy. She still doesn’t understand exactly what happened to her
body yet. Give her a chance to calm down before you go primal on her.

           
He put a clamp on his reaction to brand her as his and instead let his recent
orgasm satiate his mind as well as his body. He would need a very relaxed state
if he wanted to get her bathed and out of this shower.

           
She was trying to stay in her corner of the shower when Drake moved and let the
force of the water hit her. He hadn’t turned on the top showerhead only the
side one. With his left hand he grasped the edge of her torn shirt and let his
hand slide under to rest on her warm, beautiful skin. Her stomach was soft,
decidedly female and even though she was such a slight woman, she still had a
small curve to her belly that Drake thought was just precious. He had never
liked women with more muscles than curves.

           
“You okay?” he whispered as he rubbed his thumb across her delicate navel. The
tip of his thumb fit right into the slight hole there. God, she was so small.
His whole hand could grasp the middle of her body.

           
She nodded, and Drake knew her shyness had kicked in. He tipped up her chin
with his other hand and gave her a crooked smile.

           
“There’s no need for you to go all shy on me now. Not after everything we just
did in here.”

           
“I know. I just can’t help but feel as if I’m dreaming.” The redness of a blush
tinted her cheeks and she looked everywhere but at Drake.

           
“Tell you what, let’s get washed up then we can really do some dreaming in that
big bed out there.”

           
She didn’t answer him, but nodded. His hand moved on her skin again and he
grasped the edge of her shirt in his fingers.

           
“Mind if we get you naked so that I can go ahead with that plan?”

           
The red blush stayed, but she nodded again, apparently at a loss for words.

           
Before he was allowed to change his mind Drake grasped both edges of her torn shirt
and pulled them away from her skin. Without giving her or him a chance to do
anything else, he took the waistband of her pants in his grasp. “Do you want to
do it, or are you
gonna
let me?”

           
She pressed her face into his chest and whispered, “Go ahead.” giving him the
permission he needed. He knew she was having a tough moment right now and he
didn’t want to make things any worse by being a rude, overbearing barbarian.

           
After he had pulled off her damp pajama pants, along with her panties, Drake
didn’t give himself much of a chance of looking, knowing that she would be
waiting for that. Instead he reached for some dry towels that he kept on a
ledge over the top of the showerhead and grabbed a washcloth for her and him.
Turning, he caught her trying to cover up her body with hands that were too
small for such a large job. It was almost funny, but he stopped the grin
forming on his face. The last thing she needed was to be laughed at.