Into the Darkness (24 page)

dawn.”

“With your
partner
.”

“I’m taking Rene to his home.”

“Is that all the taking you’ll be doing?”

His silky tone sent a melting shiver down her spine. He

didn’t like the thought of her with Rene. “I don’t know,” she

drawled. “Depends on him, I suppose. But he doesn’t love

me.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Despite the fact she recognized her words were at odds

with her actions, she said, “Sure. It’s exactly what I want.”

“Then why are you here?” he asked, his voice dropping to

a graveled bass.

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Chessa’s breath hitched as she fought the urge to leap at

him again. “I just wanted to say good-bye.”

His lips thinned. “At least have the courtesy not to lie to

me.”

She held up a hand. “All right. I was hoping . . .” She bit

her lip, not wanting to say it.

“What? That we could fuck? Since your policeman didn’t

seem so inclined?”

Anger, fresh and cleansing, swept through her. She stood

away from the door and put her hands on her hips. “Oh, he

was ‘inclined,’ all right. I didn’t want to take advantage.”

“But you would take advantage of me?” Again, that nasty

edge crept into his voice.

Chessa quit trying to figure him out. She lifted one eyebrow. “Do we have to talk?”

“No,” he said, pointing toward the door, “you may leave.”

She resisted the urge to stomp her foot—just. “I’m here

because I want you.”

“Not good enough, Chessa.”

This time she did stomp her foot. “Dammit, Nic. So, I had

sex with him—”

“You gave him a blow job,” he bit out.

“
All right, I went down on him!
” She took a deep breath and

glanced away. It looked like she wasn’t going to break through

his anger without anything less than the truth. “The whole

time I was doing it . . . I realized I was only there because I

didn’t want to lose.”

“What was the prize?”

She blinked ruthlessly at the moisture welling in her eyes.

“There’s not any. I wanted someone in my life who couldn’t

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really touch me. I like him—even love him a little—but I’m

not obsessed with him.”

“Then why take him home?”

She brought her face around slowly, lifting her gaze to let

him see . . . more than she was comfortable admitting. “Because he doesn’t want to be like us. I’m taking him back to his

life—that’s all.”

“So, we are back to why you are here. You wanted to say

good-bye.”

“You know damn well I want more than that.” Her voice

shook and Chessa clamped shut her mouth.

There followed a long, pregnant silence and she had just

decided she’d been an idiot to come, when Nicolas shifted.

“Then why are you still clothed?” he asked softly. “I’ve

been waiting for you.”

Chessa’s breath hitched. He’d been waiting for her? Even

after he knew where she’d been—whom she’d just left?

Her whole body suffused with heat and tremors of excitement. Her nipples beaded into sharp, tight points that

scraped against her shirt.

She stripped, leaving her clothes in a puddle on the floor

next to the bed. Her eagerness had her wet before her knee

touched the mattress.

Nicolas flung aside the sheet but reached to grip her shoulders, preventing her from climbing onto the narrow mattress.

“I want you to blow me, Chessa. Just like you did Rene.”

Her heart stilled. He wasn’t over being mad, and something darker, even more intense, brewed beneath the surface

of his harsh expression. Was he jealous?

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“You’ll need to lie down,” she said, pretending she wasn’t

feeling uncertain.

“First, turn on the light.”

“You need one?”

“Since this is likely to be the last time we see each other for another decade,” he said, dryly, “I want to savor the experience.”

“Sure.” She reached for the lamp on his bedside table and

flicked on the switch. Golden light flooded the small room,

striking shadows over the sharp angles of his face and body.

He lay down, shoving a pillow beneath his head, reaching

up to fold his arms underneath it and raise his head further.

He wanted to watch. His dark eyes glittered. His features

were taut and stark.

She wasn’t sure now what was going on, but she walked to

the bottom of his bed and crawled up the mattress between

his spread legs.

His cock lay curled along his thigh.
Flaccid.

So he wasn’t in the same place she was.
Horny as hell.

She worried for a moment over where she should start.

Nicolas had centuries more experience than anyone she’d ever

had, and she didn’t want him to find her lacking. She wanted

him to think of her often, because after this, she knew she

wouldn’t get him out of her mind for a long time.

She glided her hands up his calves and thighs, lingering

over his hewn muscles. Her excitement grew at the thought

of all that power flexing as he thrust his cock inside her.

She stroked over his skin, skimming upward. The sparse

hairs covering his thighs were soft and curling, just the same

texture of the hairs surrounding his sex.

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She bypassed his cock and smoothed up his belly, bending

over him to follow her fingers with her tongue and lips.

The taste of him reverberated inside her, shocking her

with the pleasure. He tasted of old-fashioned bay-rum soap

and his own unique flavors—almonds and masculine musk. A

taste she acquired in a hurry and wasn’t likely to forget. She

pressed wet kisses on his belly and licked up his chest to circle

his flat nipples.

She nibbled at the tiny erect points and rose to look into

his face. His arms were still beneath his head, as though he

was unhurried, maybe even bored with her progress.

She was melting inside, and he was bored? Chessa leaned

closer and kept her eyes open as she kissed his lips, tracing the

seam of his closed mouth with her tongue. His nostrils flared

slightly against hers, but his lips remained still. She sucked

his lower lip between hers to nibble some more.

His face remained unchanged, his breath slow and even.

Hers grew sketchy, and her pulse hopped. Ending the kiss, she

narrowed her eyes and decided to get straight to business.

She scooted down the bed and bent over his cock. He said

he wanted exactly what Rene got—but Rene had been hard

and ready for it. She’d been caught up in his excitement and

hadn’t needed a strategy—she’d gone on instinct.

How to get Nic to that same place presented a challenge.

She cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm, planning

her next move. The velvet softness of his sac distracted her,

drawing her down. She licked the soft skin, tracing the faint

seam that separated his balls. She cupped them and bent

closer to kiss the tender skin directly beneath his scrotum,

suctioning gently and leaving a small love bite.

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All the while, Nicolas displayed stubborn, rigid control—

but cracks were beginning to show. His legs shifted wider, and

his cock twitched.

Chessa urged his legs farther apart and slipped her hands

beneath his knees, encouraging him without words to lift

them.

This tilted his hips slightly giving her greater access. She

suckled the skin beneath his scrotum again and lapped lower,

pressing her thumbs between his buttocks to part them so

she could delve between.

Nic didn’t protest, but the muscles of his thighs

tightened.

When her tongue flicked the puckered hole, his hips

jerked.

Chessa sucked on two fingers and worked them between

his cheeks, circling his little hole, prodding it in teasing forays

that had his full attention now.

She kissed his balls and continued to finger him while she

moved up to glide her mouth and tongue along his shaft. His

cock was slowly straightening, filling with blood as his body

heated.

Still soft enough to curl, she tucked his whole cock into

her mouth and began to tug at it with her lips, pulling blood

upwards to fill it, rearing back her head as it overfilled her

mouth, until at last, it was rigid, thick, and long—ready for

her to fuck. Only he’d demanded what she gave to Rene.

“Nic?”

His fingers curved around her skull and pushed her back to

his cock. He wasn’t giving her a reprieve.

Was this her punishment? To give him release and leave,

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aching worse than she had before? She bobbed over him, gliding her lips down his shaft, sucking hard when she came up.

Lord, he had a lovely cock. Dense, straight, ruddy—with

veins that felt like ridges beneath her tongue. She wanted to

savor each inch as it crammed deep inside her.

But she wasn’t likely to know that pleasure any time soon.

Not when Nicolas was intent on punishing her.

How could she have let things go so far with Rene when

she’d had Nic right here—ready to give her exactly what she

needed?

The answer left her squirming inside. In Inanna’s garden,

he’d fucked her like he meant it—and that had scared her

spitless.

Now, she’d willingly risk exposing her heart, just to have

him make love to her one last time. But first, she had to give

him what Rene had gotten.

While he watched, she clasped his cock between both hands

and stroked them up and down his length, sliding in the moisture her mouth had left. She bent and laved his plump, purple

head, paying special attention to the slit at the center, pointing her tongue to dip inside.

Nicolas’s fingers tightened in her hair.

Closing her eyes, she licked him, dragging her tongue in

slow swirls around his crown, then opening wide her mouth

to take him inside, sliding down to meet her joined hands

before coming up, then sliding down again.

As she suctioned, her cheeks hollowed and billowed, up

and down, she rose and sank, opening her throat to take him

deeper, twisting her hands around him as she pumped.

His hips lifted from the bed, thrusting gently at first, then

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harder and deeper as she quickened the pace until he stroked

so deep she fought the urge to gag.

Just when her jaws began to ache, he grasped her hair hard

and pulled her off.

His expression said it all. Taut, reddened cheeks, flexing

jaw, nostrils flaring with his quickening breaths—he pulled

her by the hair, bringing her up his body.

She didn’t mind his roughness. She deserved it—wanted

his punishment. Her nipples scraped his belly and chest.

Moisture flooded her channel, seeping out to slick her folds.

When her face lay beside his on the pillow, he tugged her

hair harder and his lips lifted in a snarl. “You shouldn’t have

come to me with the smell of him on your skin.”

She mewled, arching her body against him. “I couldn’t

wait, and I wasn’t going to lie.”

“You wanted my anger?”

“Yes!” she rubbed on him like a kitten, sliding her cheek on

his bristled chin, pressing her breasts against his chest.

“I won’t be nice,” he growled. “I won’t consider your pleasure . . . or your pain.”

“Just do it!” she gasped. “Come inside me, now.”

He kissed her hard then shoved her back. “Get on your

knees.”

“Yes! Anything, please!”

He let go of her hair and sat up beside her as she knelt on

the mattress, bracing herself on shaking arms.

His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed. “I’m going

to take your ass, Chessa.” He squeezed again and slapped

both cheeks.

The thought of all that cock cramming inside her caused

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her whole body to shudder. When his palms slapped again,

her head dropped between her shoulders, and she tilted her

ass higher, giving him access and permission to continue.

Hard, sharp—each slap struck a different spot. His punishment only spiked her arousal. Her back arched, her belly

quivered, and she widened her knees in invitation.

His palms continued swatting her soft skin until her whole

bottom burned. When his strikes neared her pussy, her breath

caught.

The first moist slap made her groan, and she shifted on

her knees. The next caused a ripple along her inner channel.

“Nic, oh God, please!”

His laughter was deep, dark. His hands landed on her one

last time and stayed, gliding over her skin, soothing her now,

squeezing hard. He left her gasping against the ache and knew

he’d left the mark of his hands on her flesh. Then he spread

her cheeks.

When his breath flowed into the crease of her ass and lower,

her pussy clenched.

His mouth opened over her cunt to suck on her labia. She

jerked against him and sighed, her belly and thighs quivering,

her hips circling.

His tongue licked the length of her furrow, lapping at the

moisture coating her lips and slicking her thighs. While his

mouth and tongue labored over her sex, his fingers crept between her buttocks and prodded her asshole again.