Lilac Temptress (52 page)

Alarm gripped Drake’s body. His heart
accelerated. God only knew what had happened between her and Jason
in his home. Would she flee into Jason’s bed? His jealousy brought
him to the brink of madness. Why in the hell hadn’t she told him
about Jason yet? Why had he denied himself from bedding her when
she seemed perfectly willing to give herself to a man that had left
her? If he were to believe Jason, that is. Drake decided that he
would end his relationship with Sierra, but not without taking what
he had wanted from her since the first time she’d straddled
him.

“
I will not let you take
any blame for my misdeeds. You are not the foolish one—I am for
allowing you to suffer because of me.” Drake’s anger over her
interaction with Jason did nothing to quell the flame inside him
that still burned for her. He wanted to believe in her—that she
hadn’t planned to use him. He wanted to brand her with his body and
soul so that there would always be something that linked
them.

Drake smeared the tears away from her
cheeks with his fingertips. Lifting her chin, he searched her
afflicted eyes. “Where will you go?” he whispered. “How will you
find your way without me?”

Before Sierra could reply, Drake
leaned into her and kissed her thoroughly, with a hypnotizing
intensity, wiping every thought from her mind. With his hot tongue
in her mouth, she let him rule her. He stroked her face with his
hands and then caressed her loose hair, while his kisses lingered,
sweet and soft.

Letting go of all her inhibitions, she
opened herself up to him completely, feeling more alive than she
ever had in her life. This time she would let Drake have his way
with her. She would let him do to her what he willed, and she would
allow everything. She tugged at his vest violently; her fingers
fumbled nervously as she tried to unfasten the buttons.

Drake momentarily withdrew. Breathing
deeply, he slid her hands into his and guided them, showing her the
way to undress him. Sierra smiled as she removed his vest first,
his shirt, and then unbuttoned his trousers. He stood to kick them
off and she helped him toss everything aside. She was captivated by
the sight of him, overwhelmed at the vision of his sculpted,
exposed body. She knew that he was all to ready for her and she for
him.

Crawling beside her onto the bed,
Drake lied down next to her to give her a moment to examine
him—taking extreme pleasure out of her questioning green eyes,
which gleamed with flecks of gold by candlelight. “Don’t be afraid
to touch me. I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to,” Drake
chuckled lightly, his voice deep and rich with
enthusiasm.

Ready and willing to be taught, she
propped herself up on her elbow, her hand rested against the side
of her head. Can I touch you here,” Sierra asked, as her other hand
hesitantly reached out to feel the ridges of his solid, smooth
chest. Not waiting for his answer, she traced the outline of his
nipple with her thumb before gliding her hand upward over his
shoulder, along the side of his throat—her fingertips meeting the
hair at the nape of his neck. She didn’t think there was any place
on earth she’d rather be than right there touching him—with him
looking at her in such a way that made her tremble with nervousness
and exhilaration both at once. “And here...” Sierra let her
fingertips trail downward, lower and lower, until she met the
curling hair of his groin.

Drake groaned as her hands moved lower
and began to slowly caress his manhood, arousing him in such a way
that he jerked in her hands. But he contained his passion for her
benefit. He did not want to ravish her too soon. He wanted her to
enjoy him, as he was enjoying her exploration of his body. His eyes
shut briefly as her hands glided down to his shaft and back upward
toward his tip. A lungful of air caught in his chest released, and
then he opened his eyes and couldn’t take them off hers.

Sierra looked at him knowingly,
remembering the things that she had overheard women speak of in
Adrienne’s brothel when it came to pleasing a man, and when she had
the response from Drake that she’d hoped for, she experienced
excitement and satisfaction. By the deprived look of him, she
didn’t know if she had brought him to the brink of exceeding his
limit, so she let go momentarily, and Drake touched her.

He breathed steadily,
savoring the moment, taking in every detail of her unfolding
nakedness, as he slowly raised her cotton gown above her head,
letting the back of his fingers slide along her soft skin. Drake
nearly lost his self-control at the sight of her beautiful body
earlier that day when he had undressed her outdoors. He hadn’t
forgotten one bit of how exquisite she had looked, and since then
he had been tormented even more by his desire for her.
Be patient
, he told
himself, allowing her to enjoy her moment.

Sierra arched her body closer to
Drake’s, pressing herself against him to feel every inch of his
warm skin that she could. He suddenly rolled her on her back,
crawling over her, facing her. He pressed her hands against the
headboard holding them tightly in place.

Their eyes locked and for the first
time Drake was truly seeing her—vulnerable, exposed, and uncertain
at what would come next, letting him seduce her to fulfill his own
carnal desire, making him feel as if she only existed for him. He
smiled—grateful, and then kissed her so passionately that his
entire pretense began to shatter the longer his tongue swept across
hers, the deeper he kissed her. His heart—wide open, he completely
let her in.

Sierra leaned partially back against
the bed’s headboard as he removed his grip on her hands and trailed
his fingers along her spine, bringing his hands around the front of
her to fondle her breasts. His lips moved from her mouth to trail
tiny kisses along her neck and shoulder before settling his mouth
down to lovingly assail one pink nipple—teasing and stroking it
taunt with his tongue, while caressing the other gently and pulling
between his fingertips.

Sierra let out a throaty moan, which
only heightened Drake’s arousal and intensity. He parted her legs
with his hand and moved it between her upper thighs, pausing
momentarily before slipping one finger and then another between her
swelling lips. His fingers slowly danced inside her wet folds,
finding the soft spot that made her twist and jerk against him. He
gave her body no room to escape his, never leaving her unattended,
her breasts stroked, her neck caressed, and her mouth explored with
his tongue.

Foreign sounds emanated from her
throat when his mouth covered the softness between her legs, and
his tongue found its way to her center. Her entire body throbbed,
never having experienced what it was to be truly awakened until
now. “Please,” she moaned enraptured. “I need you now!” Sierra
rapidly breathed her demand—her eyes shut tight, her wreathing body
brought to such elevation that nothing existed but waves of
pleasure rippling through her—washing away her senses—making her
begin to forget where she was and who she was.

Drake paused giving her a reprieve; he
needed her to come back to him. He wanted her to know who was doing
this to her. He watched her slowly open her eyes. He grinned, his
eyes resting on her as he saw her cheeks turn a charming shade of
red, blushing with embarrassment. Then she smiled and began to
administer her own sweet torture on him.

Her hands found their way back to
Drake’s sizeable member. She gripped him firmly and stroked him
ardently. Just as suddenly, she released him, bracing his rear with
her hands as she tried to position him for entry.

Sierra didn’t know what to do. She
didn’t know how to love him. She only knew that she wanted him. She
didn’t know what was enough, and all she wanted to do was please
him. But he was too experienced and she was getting lost inside
herself with the new sensations and physical cravings he was
drawing out of her.

Drake caught his breath and quickly
grabbed both her hands, pressing them beside her head. What was she
trying to do to him? She may have claimed her innocence of men, but
she certainly had a way with him that made him think otherwise. He
felt the impatience in her body so he brought his face close to
hers and kissed her lips again, making it last, to slow her down.
“We have all night. Let’s not hurry this, sweetheart. I feel like
I’ve waited for you all my life.” Drake laid her flat against the
sheets and her body yielded to his supervision with yearning. She
nodded her obedience.

Drake thought that nothing could pull
him away from her just then. Not even if the house was ablaze would
he give up making love to her. He lifted her hand and placed it to
his lips. He circled his tongue in the hollowness of her palm, and
traced the inside line of her forefinger.

Sierra giggled delightfully as his
lips touched the inside of her elbow. She had never known such
sensations, and she greatly enjoyed the feelings they
stirred.

Drake kissed her neckline, parting her
legs with his and shifted his weight above her. Sierra inhaled
deeply as he kissed her navel; his hair tickled her stomach while
he continued to move lower still. His hands held her hips in place
as he moved again to where he’d wanted to be and did things with
his mouth between her legs that made her rock and thrust her hips
upward to him. But this time he was easier on her, remembering her
inexperience. He lingered just long enough to allow her to enjoy
his pleasure, not bringing her to her highest peak.

Drake put his lips to her ear. “Soon
beautiful—” he groaned, “but not yet,” he descended
again.

“
But Drake, I cannot endure
it...” Sierra cried out in pleasure as her body betrayed her moving
about in ways that she couldn’t restrain. “I can’t control my
reaction, please... spare me this humiliation,” she pleaded
breathlessly.

Drake’s soft, guttural laughter filled
the silent room. He could barely withstand the way her body
surrendered as he elicited its response—the way she moved beneath
him excited him into frenzy. He had never taken such pleasure in a
woman and had to hold back from wanting to taste her imminent
release. He relented by nibbling profusely at the inside of her
thighs.

Sierra tried to catch her rapid breath
for a moment as she moved her hands voraciously along his
shoulders. She rose up a little and dug her fingertips into the
hard muscles of his back. “Please...” she murmured fiercely. “Do
not continue to provoke me.”

Knowing he could not keep either of
them waiting any longer, Drake slid his kisses upward toward
Sierra’s neck, enjoying the taste of her moist and salty skin all
the while as she leaned back against the sheets. Descending over
her he pressed his rigid length into her.

“
Oh—my God,” he groaned as
he entered her gently, and instantly realized that nothing had
happened between her and Jason last night or any other night. That
he would be the first to bring her ultimate bliss brought him a
sense of joy that was both unexpected and thrilling. Pleasure and
gratification flowed through his veins. He never knew that a woman
could make him feel like this—elated, affectionate, happy and
present.

Sierra gasped, startled by the size of
him as each of his strokes brought him deeper inside. He was a
large man, filling her completely, leaving no part of her body
destitute for his touch.

“
Don’t be afraid. Breathe
in deeply,” Drake whispered brokenly and passionately as he
strengthened his hold.

Sierra gasped and breathed out
again.

“
Am I hurting you?” Drake
asked his voice hoarse but tender, his eyes glazed.

“
Yes and no.” Sierra
quivered in his arms while holding him tightly. She knew that he
had prepared her in order to ease her discomfort as much as
possible. As the pain from his initial entry and subsequent thrusts
abated it was replaced ten fold by ripples of pleasure.

“
I don’t mean to hurt you,
just relax and keep breathing. Give me all of your body—only this
one time will it ever feel this way,” Drake whispered the words
into her ear, astounded. No woman had ever held him so
tightly.

Drake covered her mouth with his,
deeply lunging his tongue within her. He wanted to take his time,
but found it increasingly impossible—her conforming body a true and
perfect fit to his. He thought of Sierra—his innocent lover, pure.
This was the first time he had made love to a woman who had never
been with a man and deep down inside something shook him and made
him feel damned for taking her innocence. But he had never felt so
right about doing any one thing in his life, and she felt too
amazing for him to dwell on his guilt.

“
Give me everything,
Sierra. I want all of you.” He breathed heavily against her cheek
while he rhythmically moved inside her. His thrusts encouraged her
body to sway, pulsate and contract. He kissed her face—wet with her
tears, her skin—so hot to his touch, her body—a slave to his. Her
eyes revealed vulnerability and absolute trust.

“
I love you,” Sierra
whispered with quick, short breaths while a heightened sensation
brought her delight beyond all measure. “I love you, Drake,” she
said more forcefully this time, without caution, and without
reserve. She did not care if Drake did not say it back. He was
completely inside of her now, not only her body, but inside her
soul. Her ecstasy made her feel brave. She thought she would
explode with the truth of how much loved him.