Fiery Pursuit (Passionate Pursuits, Book One) (6 page)

She was panting and thrusting her body against him, her pulsing labia begging for any relief he could give her.

Damn, she was hot and wet and willing. Why didn’t he just pound into her and give them both what they wanted? But she really didn’t understand what she was asking for, and he wanted her to savor the spectacular sex he knew they’d enjoy. He had to slow down.

He tried, he really tried. Ignoring his own urgency as much as possible, he again used his hot and steely cock to circle her cunt while she gasped and grabbed at him. Soon he groaned, knowing he couldn’t hold back, despite using every bit of mental discipline he had. He knew he verged on climaxing too soon and allowed himself to push a little into her virgin entrance.

Looking down at her tense face, he saw she’d turned the color of parchment. He started to draw away, and she threw her arms around him and dragged him down to her again, rubbing her body against every part of him she could touch.

Beyond his endurance, Lars situated himself again at the mouth of her cunt and drove himself with one sure stroke past the barrier he’d expected to find. It wasn’t as dense as he’d feared, and he took a deep breath, forcing himself to still his movements to give her time to adjust to his size and his entrance.

Sophie clutched him with surprising strength, but she made no sound. Lars didn’t move, even though sweat ran off his face and chest at the effort this took. As soon as her muscles relaxed he began to penetrate, inching his way in as slowly as he could force himself to go and kissing her deeply. To his surprise, Sophie seemed not to mind his invasion. He thrust himself to the hilt, feeling her take in every inch and close around him like a vise. He glanced at her face and found her color returned, and she writhed against him in unconscious invitation.

He stroked deep inside her, slowly at first and gradually increasing his tempo as she tried to follow his increasingly rapid thrusts. To his dismay, he realized he had little reserve left, and with a groan he pounded into her with all the love and lust he felt. He soon climaxed, far too soon. He knew she’d not found release. My god, he’d acted like a schoolboy again. For the first time in his life he had been powerless to slow himself. Dismayed at his lack of control, he collapsed on her beloved body for a few minutes, and then rolled off, one arm over his eyes and his sweaty face. Damn himself for the lusty reprobate that he was.

When he regained enough strength he propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her. Her face showed nothing but puzzlement, and perhaps a little disappointment.

She sighed and then smiled at him.

“Well, that was interesting. I liked it more than I expected. And it didn’t hurt much at all. Thank you, Lars.”

Anger swept through him. Mostly at himself, but partly at her words. “Interesting” indeed. He’d teach her exactly how interesting joining bodies could be.

She started to sit up and he pushed her back. “Don’t say a word, Sophie. We aren’t done yet. Not by half.”

“Really? But I thought…”

“Hush, Sophie.”

He took her in his arms again, and without any preamble began to massage her clitoris with his expert, loving fingers. He took his time, determined that she could find some of the delight he intended to show her again and again. At first she gasped and tried to bat his hand away, but he would not be dissuaded. He found her swollen and aching, as he’d suspected, and he began a rhythmic circling of the distended flesh of her clit.

She tried to twitch away, but she panted and raised her hips in an involuntary motion that told him it was surprise at her own emotions, not a true desire for him to stop. He held her hips steady until he felt her relax, and this time when he caressed her clit she bucked against his hand in rhythmic appeal. His cock was again swollen and rigid, but he forced himself to ignore his own needs. He and Sophie would be together for the rest of their lives, and he was determined she’d remember tonight with pleasure. No matter how his cock rose he’d not use it on her again until she had some idea of how thrilling love could be. He’d sheath his rigid rod in her over and over in the future. Determined to keep a grip on his lust, he steeled himself to pleasuring his enticing love.

Her little gasps and jerks told him she’d been very close to climaxing before. Disgusted with himself for taking his own pleasure so precipitously, he kissed her breasts and then her navel, and all the while his fingers kept up their erotic circling of her heated core of pleasure. Kissing her hair and murmuring love words, he stroked her to her first orgasm. For an elf with a reputation of being a wonderful lover, he’d really botched the whole thing when he’d lost control before.

She screamed and threw her arms around him as she reached her own peak. Lars bowed his head in gratitude. He’d been a selfish brute, but at least he’d shown her a little of the joy he meant to share with her again and again. Throughout the rest of their lives.

Her next climaxes would be more intense. His cock could do a much better job than his fingers, but this had been an abnormal circumstance. He wanted to be in complete control of himself while he taught her a little of physical love.

They’d have all the years of their lives to improve and glory in their desires.

As she quieted she smiled up at him, a radiant smile. “Maybe I should think of a better word than ‘interesting’.”

His tone was grave as he answered. “I hope to teach you many new lessons in love, and trust you’ll find many better words.”

Her startled expression showed her uncertainty of his meaning, but she said nothing more.

To Lars’ dismay he was as ready to take her as he’d been before their sexual union. She’d be too sore to take again so quickly. Pulling on his trousers wasn’t easy, but he grimaced and managed. Then he went to the cabin door and called for bath water.

“Take all the time with your bath. You need to relax in warm water. I don’t want you to be too sore from our ‘interesting’ exercise.” He grinned at her blush. “I’d better go up on deck and check on what arrangements have been made for that hell-sent villain. I’ll be back later.”

* * * * *

Lars found his ship’s captain in a seldom-seen fury.

“To think such a miserable rat of a man actually was hired on my watch. I intend to find out how this happened, sir, and I assure you it won’t happen again. In the meantime, I suggest you allow me to flog him. A minimum of twenty lashes, I’m thinking. I’ll wield the flogger myself, sir.”

Lars went still. The man certainly deserved that and more. His angry mind was screaming at him to let Captain Stevens flay him. But Lars needed to know who’d hired him, and he’d never find out if they flogged him so he holed up like the animal he was. He wanted the villain able to walk off the ship, although of course it was necessary to punish him. Lars intended to question him, knowing it would do little good, and then have him followed when they docked. He’d have to report to his master, the man who’d hired him, and Lars wanted his suspicions confirmed before striking out at the wrong man. The brute’s mind was such a maelstrom and he didn’t trust the impressions he got from entering it. He felt nauseated from the evil thoughts and didn’t care for a repeat performance.

“No, and I hate to say so, Captain Stevens, but I don’t want him flogged. I want you to keep him secure, but as uncomfortable as possible. And then detail a good man to follow him on land. I need to know his contact, much as I’d like to flog him myself. As many strokes as he deserves might incapacitate him and I don’t want him to hole up to recuperate. I want him disciplined enough to be angry, but still scurry to report to his boss while I’m around to follow him.”

The captain stared at him, disapproval oozing from his scowling face. “Aye, sir, if that’s what you want. Though it’s not good for the rest of the men to see him get away with this.”

“I didn’t exactly order that, did I?” Lars’ tone was mild as he quirked one eyebrow. “I think I said as uncomfortable as possible. But walking.”

Stevens’ face cleared. “As uncomfortable as possible? Aye, sir, that I can do.”

“What’s the bastard’s name?”

Stevens snorted again. “He signed on as John Smythe. I should have been suspicious right then.”

Lars turned away. They were about five days from Dover, and he knew they’d be hellish days for the captive. As they should be. The brute would probably prefer the flogging if he had his choice. Lars loosened his tight fingers that had fisted themselves and went back to the cabin and Sophie. He’d take care of the wharf rat eventually. Now he wanted to be with Sophie.

* * * * *

Lars tried to stay away from her, fearing he’d taken advantage of her vulnerability when under his protection. His resolve didn’t last long. The next night he waited until she was in bed, giving her time to fall asleep, and then entered the cabin and went to his chair. Whether they were lovers or not, he’d protect her. He’d take no chance of leaving her alone again.

After he’d pulled a blanket over himself, cursing the firm erection produced every time he neared her, he bid her a strained “good night.” She tossed and turned in the bed and finally rose, her long pale hair glowing in the light of the candle he’d left lit for her.

Sophie was having none of his rectitude. Padding over to him, she stood beside him, ridiculously close, as if hoping his long shirt exposed more of her legs than he could ignore.

“Lars, I can’t sleep. Can’t we do what we did last night? I so enjoyed it and I slept so soundly afterwards.”

He was gifted with many supernatural powers, but not the one of denial he needed now. What man, elf or mortal, could resist Sophie when she pleaded for what he ached to give her?

He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Then come to me, my Sophie. Come to me.”

He sat upright in the chair and pulled her toward him until she stood between his legs. His cock throbbed and grew so hard he wondered if he’d be able to draw his trousers down over it.

“I don’t have the strength to deny you, my love. May the gods forgive me but you’re irresistible. Come to me now, my Sophie.”

He hauled her to him, slipping his raging cock from the flap in his trousers, and settling her with her knees on each side of his hips. His easy access fired him anew, and with throbbing pleasure Lars set about getting her ready for him.

To his delight, she was already warm and wet under his probing fingers. Pulsing and hot to his touch. He parted her folds and massaged that most sensitive spot, her already protruding clit, delighted when she started to buck against his fingers.

He kissed her eager lips and muttered against them, “Sophie, my love, hold still so I can pleasure you into wanting me as much as I want you.”

She was hot and ready, but he wanted more than a quick climax for both of them. He wanted to brand her with his love and his cock. He wanted her to acknowledge she was his. That he would never let her go.

He let his cock knead her pulsing clit. Guiding it with his hand, he used his rigid tool as a massaging stimulant. He hoped it was making her as horny as he already was.

He set about loving her with every skill he possessed. His hands caressed her body, his lips moved incessantly from one spot to another, his hips almost without control as his cock circled her clit again and again.

Sophie gasped and took hold of his about-to-explode cock, fingering it with what seemed to him to be almost awe.

“You’re so big. I love to feel this huge thing. Whether it’s in me or about to be, to me it’s purely beautiful.”

He fought the urge to climax and instead concentrated on her. He took her nipples into his mouth, worshipping first one and then the other. She clutched him, almost sending him to the heaven her instinctively erotic actions promised.

Lars was aghast at the thought of coming without at least trying to give her pleasure, so he pulled her down on him and surged into her, hoping she was as ready as he.

She was. Only a few pounding strokes were needed before Lars felt himself starting to lose control again. He tried again to slow down, but Sophie wouldn’t allow it. She clutched his hair and thrust her hips against his to urge him to move faster, and he surrendered to their mutual desire. Sophie shrieked as she started to climax and Lars joined her in a simultaneous and stunning orgasm.

Their breathing finally slowed as Lars held her tightly, reveling in the way their gasps became more normal breathing at the same rate. Stunned with overwhelming sensation, Lars held her clutched to him, not wanting to ever lose the joy of having her as an intimate part of him. If they could only be forever linked like this.

She collapsed against him, still shuddering as she put her head on his shoulder.

“Oh my. I’m sure I can sleep now. That was beyond wonderful. I had no idea, none at all, of how joining could be with the right man. Thank you, Lars.”

She started to lift herself from his lap but he grabbed her hips and held her still. Her body still clenched his but he held rigidly to his objective.

“Sophie. Please, will you marry me?”

She reared back and stared at him.

“Of course not, Lars. You don’t want to be married any more than I do. You’re again being the noble person you always are. I must avenge my father before I even think of anything else.”