Between the Waters (Symphony of Light) (10 page)

“Oh, Linden, you know I am a discriminating man. I have sophisticated desires. Why would I ever settle for anything other than the best? You’ve seen how I get about my car. Do you think I could consider anyone less than you?” He brought his lips to mine, and it was a dance—nibbles, caresses, and nips.

I broke away for a moment. “Speaking of cars…yours may have had a slight accident.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I noticed.”

“I had no idea I was going to be chased by a supernatural beast.”

He furrowed his brow. “What did you do to my car?”

I bit my lip. “Your door took some damage.”

“Then there’s only one thing to be done.” He rose with me still wrapped around his waist.

“Dare I ask?”

“You must be punished. By the time I’m done, you’ll be screaming and begging me to stop. It will serve you right for endangering a man’s car, especially a Bentley—that’s the finest British craftsmanship.” His mischievous smirk gave him away.

“Can’t I just say a couple of ‘Our Fathers’ and be done with it, Overton.”

The rumble started low in his chest, and by the time he finished, I was flat on my back in the middle of the bed, the mattress shaking beneath me.

“I thought we just went over this. I’m not a priest. I only have the inclinations of one. So, my dear, it’s time you atoned for your sins in a most unholy way.” He started at the hollow of my neck and kissed his way up to my ear. His breath was hot, and it tickled as he spoke.

He reached down and untied the robe, looking down. “So beautiful.”

“What’s with you and these white gowns you keep selecting for me? And don’t deny it; I know it’s you.”

His cheeks grew pink with heat. “Every dream I had of us making love, you wore one of these gowns. Consider it a little wishful thinking.”

“Wait a minute. You had dreams of me before we met? Because the first night Cyril brought me here I was given one of these.”

He ignored me and hooked his finger in the neckline and pulled it down, exposing my breast. He dipped his head and peppered the lush mound with tiny kisses before latching onto my nipple, gently sucking. His free hand exposed my other breast and kneaded in time to the nips and tugs his mouth gave the other. “I never saw your face. Just your vibrant hair and the three freckles on your hip that taunted me each time I slid into you from behind. And the gown…” He turned his attention to the other breast, lingered, then rose to place his lips against mine, coaxing me to let him in.

Instead, I whispered against his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wasn’t allowed to have you. But now…” His lips were warm and inviting. The hard muscles of his back I traced beneath his shirt rippled as our mouths made love. He was perfect in so many ways.

He released the kiss, pulled back, and looked into my eyes. As he spoke the words, his hands gathered the gown around my waist, and he graced me with the sexiest smile, “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?” Heat built between my thighs.

Overton was James Bond sexy. His panty-melting charm could win any woman over, but knowing how deeply he cared for me, even if a mirage, made his touch brand my skin. I was the center of his universe. Only a man who knew he wasn’t apex of the cosmos could make a woman feel that way. But even though I was careful not to let him know it, in these moments he was the center of mine.

“No, I’m sorry. What do you desire, Mr. Overton?”

He paused, stared at me, and then hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, sliding them down my legs. He ran his palms up the inside of my thighs, urging my legs to part.

I obliged.

“I want to see if I can render you speechless.” He looked up from between my legs, our gazes locked.

Something inside me reveled in tormenting him. So I found a sly smile of my own and shot back. “You can try, Overton. You can tr—”

His mouth covered my wet flesh, and I lost the ability to breathe. He licked between my folds and stroked the sensitive nub with his thumb. He found a rhythm and mimicked the motions with his mouth, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

He held my thighs still as he delved and on the upstroke landed his tongue on the most vulnerable spot. He flicked the tip of his tongue over and over across the delicate flesh.

I cried out, “Stop. Oh, Stanton, stop. I’m going to come.”

He didn’t stop. He gripped my quivering thighs and moved faster, forcing me harder against his mouth. He buried his tongue inside me, then moved to stabbing thrusts while working me into a frenzy with his thumb.

He pulled away just long enough to say, “Come for me. Let me taste you.”

I arched my back. The tremors started in my legs, and the scream built in my throat. The culmination of need, frustration, desire, love, fear, and longing being forced through my lips announced my rapture. He was my deliverer, my physician, once again prescribing exactly what I needed.

I gritted my teeth. “Oh…fuck!” I tried to hold it back, to prolong the moment if even for one second. Overton had won. I quivered, shaking as jolts racked my body and his fingers dug in my legs while his tongue lapped harder. The ferocity of his movements brought me to a crest before I had fully succumbed to the last.

“Fuck…stop…” I grabbed his hair and pulled. It was all too much. My chest heaved with labored breaths and I tugged again, trying to unseat him from my far too sensitive skin. He continued to lap up my desire.

“Stanton…please. Please.”

He lifted his head, and the look he shot me, with his dilated pupils and his face glistening, made me shiver. He was lust personified.

Through gritted teeth he mumbled, “Fine.”

I scooted back on the bed, giving him room to join me. When he turned and took two steps in the opposite direction, I panicked.

“Where are you going?” My words thick with desperation. He couldn’t leave now.

He stopped, ran his hand through his hair. “Linden, I’m not a saint. You asked me to stop. If I don’t leave, I don’t think I can control myself. Doing that to you…tasting you…I can’t stay here.”

“What? Are you kidding me?”

“Please…I’m trying to honor your wishes.”

“My wishes? I just needed a moment to recover. God…you are out of practice. Get your ass over here. I’m not done with you.”

He turned, and when he did, I spread my legs in invitation.

He swallowed hard. He took two hesitant steps toward the bed and began to unbutton his shirt, unlooping them one by one with painful slowness.

“Linden, what are we doing? No matter the outcome, I lose.” His shirt hung open exposing the defined muscles of his chest and faint line of hair that disappeared below his waistband. He walked over to stand by the bed.

“As much as I’d love to think about the future, I can’t.” I rose to my knees and wobbled my way to the edge of the mattress where he stood. “I don’t know what I am, and I am fucking things up left and right. I’ve lost everything of who I used to be. I would love to tell you it will all work out—that there’s a fairytale ending in this for us, but I can’t get past the point that I died this afternoon so I’m done living for tomorrow.”

He stood before me and leaned toward me. “I want so bloody bad to be your constant—what you cling to. But I want it to be because it is what you want and not because there is no other choice. If you’re truthful about not living for tomorrow, then prove it. Allow yourself to feel what you’ve been denying.” Without touching me, he hovered his lips just out of reach of mine. “Love me, Linden. Your heart is big enough to hold us both.” His words tickled my lips. “You’re not the only one who loves him. But in this moment, without looking forward, give yourself to me. Not just your body but your heart too.” He touched his lips to mine. Soft, supple, and tender.

My arms hung limp at my sides. He was offering me the greatest gift, but could I accept it? Could I love them both? Was I strong enough to let go when the time came, and was I selfish enough to allow it? Sex was one thing, but would Cyril forgive me for becoming attached?

He coaxed my mouth with subtle movements of his mouth. He traced my lip with the tip of his tongue. The same deliberateness that brought our lips together was found in their parting. “Let me make love to you. Not a desperate fuck to confirm we’re both alive or the romp that does nothing but scratch an itch, but let me show you with my body all that I feel for you.”

“But won’t that just make it harder if you’re destined to lose.”

“No, it’s the only thing that might make it tolerable. At least I know I haven’t wasted my love and showed you just how much I have for you in every way possible.”

Only Overton could turn this moment into one of absolution. If I denied him now, I denied his only positive. The truth was, I wanted his love. I needed it. I took one of his hands in mine, unbuttoned the cuffs, and then did the same with the other. Pushing the shirt from his shoulders, I let it drop to the floor.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him. My nipples pressed into his chest, and the skin-to-skin contact caused heat to pulse between my legs. I placed my hands between us and reached for his belt. The buckle released, and I made quick work of the button. His breath was hot against my ear as I lowered his zipper.

The air whistled through his teeth when he sucked in a breath. “Tell me what you are planning. I want to hear the words come from your lips.”

What was I planning? I wanted to touch him. He was so beautiful. Ideas of bringing him to his knees with desire kept running through my head. “I’m considering returning the favor?” I cupped him through the fabric.

He gasped. “You were never quite so naughty in my dreams.”

“I’m sure your sophisticated ways would never allow you to indulge.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Lucky for you, I’m not asking.” I looped my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his legs. His cock sprung forward. He was exquisite. Smooth, large, and hard. I nudged him, pushing him away from the edge of the bed, and slid out of the bed dropping to my knee.

“Linden, you don’t have to do this.” I looked up from my knees, and his eyes were wide, somewhere between lust and fear.

“Oh, yes, I do. It’s my turn to render you speechless.” I ran my hand up the inside of his thighs, urging to widen his stance. Last thing I needed was for him to topple over. I grasped his cock with one hand.

He moaned.

With the other I smoothed the bead of liquid gathered at the tip as I slid my fingers over the head. With my tongue, I traced the ridge before sucking the head into my mouth.

His fingers laced in my hair. “Oh, Linden.”

Sliding him in and out of my mouth, feeling his fingers tighten in my hair each time I increased the pace, I worked his cock. With his shaft slick with my saliva, I pumped it. Each receding movement of my head released the head with a pop.

“God…Linden…you’ve got to stop.” He groaned, but even though his words begged for one thing, he didn’t release his hand from my head.

I pulled back to look up into his face. From behind my lashes the straining muscles in his neck and the agony-laced ecstasy he wore on his face steeled my resolve.

I released him long enough to say, “Not a chance.” Then immediately engulfed him again.

“You don’t understand. I’m going to come.”

I was counting on it. I never quite understood the power of oral sex until this moment. To be able to render a man, especially one as powerful as Overton, to a quivering mound of barely coherent flesh was intoxicating.

I sped up, gliding over the ridges and tonguing the tip each time I took him into my mouth.

The muscles in his legs tightened. The hold on my hair grew almost painful. He pushed his hips forward. I cupped his balls in my hand, and he bellowed, “I’m…”

Squeezing harder I swallowed his cock and his semen. His cock pulsed. As I continued to work him through his climax, he sprayed my mouth and lips with a stream of white cum. The salty taste I expected was replaced by something sweet, reminiscent of Cyril’s blood. Even though I teased Overton about his lack of experience, I wasn’t much better. I seated him in my mouth and sucked, taking every last drop he had.

He released my hair. My hand still wrapped around his shaft, I made a few more strokes and placed a kiss on the head of his cock. I looked up at him while licking the remnants of his passion from my lips and then lapped the last drop that seeped from him.

His dilated eyes looked feral. He panted as he reached down and wiped the cum from my upper lip with his thumb. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. His silence intensified the moment.

He stood nude, magnificent. Even with his recent orgasm his cock stood ready. He was part Cyril, after all. I should have figured.

He reached down and hooked his hands under my arms, urging me to my feet. He paused, then reached out to grasp the front of my gown in both hands and ripped.

“Damn…I knew you were strong but…” His mouth, or rather his tongue, shut me up. He smashed me against his chest while probing my mouth with his tongue. He must have been able to taste himself on my lips. My own essence was still present on his.

In the next moment, I found myself on my back. He looped one of my legs over his arm and with his other hand positioned his cock at my opening. With the head seated, he lifted my other leg, suspending my hips above the bed, and then buried himself to the hilt inside me.

“Oh, fuck…Stanton.”

“It’s your bloody fault. I’ll never get that image out of my head.” He pounded into me relentlessly.

My syncopated grunts kept time with his thrusts.

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t get enough. You surprise at every turn. For a man who has lived over six hundred years do you have any idea how sexy that is?” Hard thrust.

“No, but you have a good way of showing me.”

“And I’ll continue to show for…” The forever I knew he wanted to say couldn’t be spoken. This seemed to anger him. He dropped me to the bed, crushing his pelvis to mine. He covered my body with his as he continued to piston inside me with sharp deep thrusts.

He pulled me tight against his chest, and in my ear he whispered, “I may have to let you go someday, but know that I loved you, and bond or no bond, I always will.”