Threat: Follow up to Stranded but not Alone (Dragoslava Connection) (23 page)

He shuddered as if he felt it leave his body as she stared into his face. He swept hair from her shoulder playing a finger over her collarbone, dropping small kisses. “Foreplay,” he answered on a whisper of air. His lips nibbled the tip of her earlobe, licking out his tongue to taunt a moan from deep within her. It danced up past her heart out through her parted lips to float on a breath of air.

“Foreplay is a good start, but it’s not enough to replace the word love. Keep trying, you’re getting warmer.” She sighed.

“Not now. Tonight the word love will have to do. I don’t think I have the patience to be poetic much longer.”

“Then let me get these out of the way.” Bethany worked his t-shirt and jeans off, his swollen cock sprang forward when she slid the briefs down his legs leaving a trail of precum on her hand when she wrapped her fingers around it, blushing at the inch of space her fingers didn’t cross.

“I want you inside me, Khail,” she encouraged, rubbing her thumb over the tip the slick liquid encouraging her efforts. The passion on his face when she stroked his length slow and deliberate made her mouth water.

Mikhail lowered her onto the bed, grabbing protection from the bedside table and crawled up her body. He handed it to her and let her rip open the square of plastic and slip it over his cock.

On the bed, he wasted no time introducing himself slowly to her body and spread her thighs out wide until her back arched away from the covers. His tongue traced up the thin sensitive skin of her inner thigh until his face covered her sex. Her pulse tripped along the nerves in anticipation of his touch.

His arms hooked under her hips and with that first flick, first stroke of his licks, the rough tip of his tongue and nibble from the surprising nip of his teeth, she sucked in her navel not to burst off the bed.

Her head fell back, hips raised to meet his thrusts taking him deep. Clutching his back, she gripped digging her nails dimpling his flesh.

In a rush he drew up to his knees, crouched over her as if hiding something precious, mumbling to himself his nails flexing into her hips keeping her close to his mouth.

“Damn you taste good,” he groaned and tilted his face to get closer. She felt the tremor start between her breasts. That one last lick brought her up to a sitting position clutching at his hair, begging him to stop, but three more strokes, and she slammed back on the bed, her fingers splayed out wide behind the torture clutching at the spread balling it in her hands.

“Breathe, I’m not done,” he said coming over her, his cock positioned to her clit massaging it in the moisture he’d rung from her. The size stretched her sensitive muscles and soothed at the same time. With concentrated effort, he controlled the movement. His eyes closed, the lines on his forehead creased the skin reddened as the tight entry of her sex wrapped around him the deeper he sank himself inside her.

She raised her face to his and there was no hesitation in his eyes. Mikhail took her mouth, plunging his tongue to the same rhythm of his hips now pumping into her finding her wet and swollen. The kiss so intense the taste of herself on his lips became secondary to the way he made love to her mouth with his tongue.

Bethany gave herself over to the all-consuming title wave washing over her from the love rolling off their combined moans.

Mikhail’s stare was possessive when he released her lips to watch her as he slowed his movements.

She wanted to feel sane and crazed at the same time. To feel fearless and strong again. She wanted to feel Mikhail inside her body, on her body, touching her body, and not just with his hands and his sex. No she wanted him to touch her mind, her dreams, her waking hours. Lord, she wanted every aspect of this man.

Under the weight of his loving stare, she rubbed a hand between them past the springy hairs to stroke his length purposefully slipping in and out of her body making it consent to every deep stroke.

Words held no relevancy as he lay against her for an eternity just staring deep into her eyes, smiling at her without so much as a quirk to lift the corner of his mouth. She knew the man pressing her into the mattress with his heavy body. Knew him well. Loved him.

She couldn’t help but arch her back when she felt him pushing deeper into her. Deeper into the soul of her body.

Grasping her wrists above her head with one hand, he rested his weight on his other hand pressed to the bed. Soft chest hairs brushed over her nipples adding to the friction building between her legs under his hips moving in long slow strokes. Attention focused solely on her eyes, he rocked her body. The rage of muscles in his arms danced beside her face with every thrust. Bethany brought her lips to his arms kissing down to his wrist, holding all of him steady above her. He was beautiful.

On his elbow he released her hands to reach down, hooking a hand beneath her thigh, and began driving himself deeper inside her with controlled movements, pulling her knee up to touch her breast. Her heart rate sped up to a thundering roar.

“I wanna see this face every morning and every night, baby.”

She didn’t have time to unravel his meaning as her body began to shake and tighten with every inch of her mind he stole. He filled her completely. Her sex sucked at the length working on her impending climax growing stronger with each thrust. He saw it too and drove his hips into her pressing down to tease that spot that had her back arching off the bed earlier. Each downward stroke sending shivers up her back, teased her orgasm closer to release.

Bethany bucked against him above her, calling out his name as the tingling licked up through her. Unable to stop her hands she clawed at his back flexing under each dip of his hips between her thighs.

She gasped. “Oh…Khail.” A deep moan followed her breathy plea.

“I’m here baby…right here with you forever,” he said, crimson with concentration, as he moved to the rhythm of her needs and wants, giving her body the attention it craved.

He touched everywhere making her body sing. Mouth slack she threw her head back crying his name repeatedly until she thought she’d pass out from the dizzying sensation whirling through her body. When had she closed her eyes? Opening them, she nearly drowned under the ocean of love pouring down over her from Khail’s wild stare and let it consume her body in a trembling wave of heat.

His muscles bulged in his biceps as he lifted her off the bed, their bodies still locked together, him impossibly deep inside her swollen flesh.

“Pull the covers back.” His words harsh and labored full of possession for her, his woman.

The soft spread rustled and slid over the edge of the mattress to puddle on the floor. The sheets radiated warmth from their bodies having lain there seconds ago. Easing from her, a quick sensation of abandon swamped her as he laid her gently on her stomach, watching him crawl in behind her. His curses at the sight of her behind gave her power she hadn’t known she held over him. He cupped her behind molding his palms around the swells, groaning words under his breath. His second language, German, was harsh and strained. Normally when aggravated he dove straight into Russian, his birth language; English being his third. Holding himself, he rubbed his length through the slick crease between her cheeks in her moisture, looking at her over her shoulder. The heat from his chest caressed her when he laid over her back, closing a hand over her chin.

“Focus those brown eyes back here on me so I can draw on the power that helps me face the angry world every day. Give me your soul, Bethany. Right there, that’s it baby, give it to me,” he ordered, unrelentingly dipping his length in and out of her body with precision. Her swollen muscles resisted being so sensitive, but she wanted this, to be his everything. “Breathe baby; if you pass out, I still have the breath I stole from you earlier…do what you have to do, but I’m gonna make you remember me as your first and last love, because you’re my only memory of ecstasy.”

“Khail…” came out on a long sigh squeezing from lungs working feverishly to suck in air, desperate to savor every moment in his manic embrace.

His touch held no patience, no delicate caresses, and kisses hungry and aggressive, with no apologies for the desperation of his actions. He took everything, and then gave what she hadn’t known she wanted nor needed.

She sucked in a breath as he pushed her legs out further tucking his hand beneath her stomach, coaxing her body to open further. Slick and wet it welcomed him inside relaxing around the intrusion.

“Ahh,” she contented on a moan, dropping back, offering him everything she had pushing back into his tight thigh muscles. The intrusion quickly transformed her body into one pulse around the length of him.

“Don’t move,” Mikhail urged. His callused fingers molded around her hips, holding her pressed against his groin. “Bethany, the way I feel, dip those hips and I'll explode.” Blowing out a breath, Mikhail dropped his head, kissing a wet trail down her spine.

Bethany’s sensitive flesh nearly sizzled. She could barely breathe. Every inhale danced through her body with a fiery caress. But he was claiming her with every stroke. Reaching a hand back, she clawed at him to finish and take his pleasure and her over the edge. It was too much. His drugging thrusts had the hair on her arm standing on end. The sensation overwhelmed her. “Khail—now!”

“Mmm…oh, babe…damn,” was his response to her plea as he let each muscle inside her folds kiss the length of him behind each inch he pushed into Bethany’s body.

Bethany dug her nails into his behind flexing and grinding in unhurried circles between her thighs.

She drug her nails down the column of her throat, cursing under compressed lips, the sensation was unreal. The heat poured up through her, crested, then just as she would explode, he pulled her back from the cliff to start over again, dangling her inches from release.

His movements became faster, less controlled, a passionate desperate reveal of his raw need to possess every ounce of her. Hanging on by a thread, she pulled back her layers as fast as she could, giving him everything she’d hidden from other men, from the world, from herself. The part where she admitted she liked his flirty side, and it was okay that other women found him attractive. Because he was. He was in love with her and she did that, made him sexy to other women, and made him an intimidation to other men. The strut in his step came from the love of his woman in his heart. She was that twinkle in his eyes. That swagger in his stride. That confidence that ran Heinemann’s. He did love her, it was there all along. She just wasn’t ready to wear that crown. But every queen needed a king, and Khail was hers.

“Oh, shit…” He tossed the pillow off the bed never losing his rhythm on his knees now gripping her hips up off the bed. “Come on, baby, you can do this.” His hips moved in a circle against her behind. “That’s it move with me. I’ve wanted you for too long to go halfway, making love to you, Bethany. I want your body to sing my name when I’m not around.”

Couldn’t he hear it screaming now? Couldn’t he feel it struggling to hang on and not explode, to savor this first time together the uniting of all they were and could be as a couple? It held a sad pleasure of mixed emotions, swamping her senses, leaving her confused. She yearned to feel the ecstasy thundering over her every nerve, yet hid from the inevitable conclusion of the sweet surrender, and falling back to earth, she’d experience once they crossed the line of them being together for the first time.

Large hands he clasped under her chin, craning her neck back, the arch in her back severe, but she couldn’t deny him the pleasure. Couldn’t deny herself the power rush, she waited for once his climax hit. It was building fast between her thighs.

The room was too hot and too humid.

Sheets twisted around her ankles.

“Move your hair—” he ordered, his mouth warm on her neck, sucking, nipping her skin, making her cry out when his knees shoved hers farther apart.

“Oh, Khail!” Bethany caught the headboard to steady herself to keep from sprawling under him with his thrusts searching her body for any space he hadn’t touched, hadn’t burned hadn’t taken possession of. That place he’d stamped an hour ago with her exhausted approval.

Mikhail was amazing.

Slick with sweat, the wet hairs on his chest tickled over her skin behind each thrust. He’d pushed her further than she’d been before. Harder than she thought she could take. He was an animal, and she loved every manic second of it. Swiveling her hips she worked him until German left his lips faster than she could translate the words, but the tone was deliciously seductive. And at that angle, behind those thrusts, under his moans, her English came out broken and…she didn’t recognize her voice. Her stomach drew up tight as his rhythm changed to a jerky rhythm.

Mikhail hollered, “Ah, baby!” She felt the heat of his release through the protection as he came.

She dropped her head when he finally released her chin, easing the curve in her spine. His fingers were hot on her back as he caught his breath, his cheek flat to her spine. She panted, skin flush and moist, angling her chin back to see his hair limp and stuck to Mikhail’s forehead. She giggled weakly. “Somebody’s gonna sleep good tonight, and I’m not just talking about me.”

Mikhail chuckled and nuzzled her sensitive skin. “All night, so don’t try and wake me if I don’t move before lunch.”

His hands dropped to the bed. Limp on her back, he rolled off taking her exhausted body to the mattress in a sweaty, breathless heap, cradled to one another, as they sucked in gulps of air.

His soft lips in her hair blew the wayward strands around as they lay recovering, dragging in deep breaths, sharing the pleasure of complete abandon.

When they could move, ten or thirty minutes later, Bethany worked around in his arms to cuddle under his chin. His moist chest hairs soft under her face, she played her fingers through it, massaging the curve of his scalp. She wasn’t letting him slip through her grasp this time. “Mikhail?” She moaned his name her voice a little tired from screaming.

“Hmm…” he murmured trailing kisses over her forehead, brushing back tendrils of hair curling around her moist face.