Into the Darkness (6 page)

The outline of his hard cock pressed against the front of his

jeans.

She stood still as a statue, waiting for him to make the next

move.

“Climb onto the bed,” he bit out.

She turned, aware of his gaze on her back and ass, and

crawled across the satiny coverlet. Her heart sped up as his

feet padded across the carpet behind her. The bed dipped beneath his weight, and she lay down and rolled onto her back.

With only a golden shard of light from a distant street lamp

beyond the balcony door, she watched him edge closer on his

knees. His shadow blocked out the light, looming over her,

large and dark as the sensual thrill building in her womb. Then

he winced and straightened, and reached down to unbutton

the snap at the top of his jeans. “This is gonna be hell.”

She almost told him she had no objection to him shucking

his pants, but she held her tongue, not wanting him to hesitate again. She couldn’t bear it if he left her now.

He climbed over her, his denim-clad legs bracketing the

tops of her thighs.

Lying beneath him, Natalie catalogued every sensation so

that she’d never forget what being with him felt like. The

moment felt . . . important. Beyond the fact this was her first

time.

He leaned down, settling over her, his palms cupping her

cheeks. His lips dragged over her forehead, her eyes, her nose,

before sliding over her mouth.

The caress drugged her senses, setting her heart thumping

loudly. Her hands cupped his rain-slick shoulders, urging him

closer, but he slid down her body, nuzzling her neck, slanting

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over the tops of her breasts, until at last, he took a turgid

nipple into his mouth and suckled her.

Natalie arched her back, pressing harder against his mouth,

her fingers threading through his hair to grasp him tight to

her breast and urge him closer.

As he sucked, warm cream seeped between her thighs, and

she wriggled against his restraint, undulating her lower body

to seek relief from the tension building inside.

Rene groaned and released the taut tip of her breast, then fluttered his tongue against it, soft and fast as a butterfly’s wing.

She urged him toward her other breast and mewled like a

kitten when his tongue curled around the straining nipple. Fire

leapt beneath her skin, racing lower, and her head thrashed on

the coverlet. Her body was no longer hers to control.

Like a puppet master, he tweaked one nipple with his fingers and sucked the other, pulling heat to the tips, until they

stood rigid and engorged. When he bit her gently, she gasped

and bucked beneath him. “Rene . . .”

“That’s right. Let go,” he murmured, and nudged a knee

between her legs. “Let me hear your pleasure,
chère
.”

Eager to feel his touch on the place that burned hottest,

she spread her legs to let him slip between and rubbed her

inner thighs against him. Cool air licked at her moist folds.

He scooted lower, his hands smoothing around her waist

and down to cup her buttocks. He trailed kisses along her

abdomen, sending shivers across her skin. When his tongue

lapped at her navel, her belly jumped.

Overwhelmed by his lovemaking, Natalie trembled and

gasped for breath. Her fingers tightened on his hair, and she

tugged him lower.

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Soft, strained laughter gusted on her belly, but he complied

with her unspoken request and his lips glided down.

Then he was there, poised above her pussy. He blew a

stream of hot breath over her. His hands encouraged her to

raise her knees, and he pushed them open to splay wide.

Exposed, his for the taking, tremors racked her whole body.

“Please, Rene,” she whispered, and pulled his hair again, digging her fingertips into his scalp.

“Relax, sweetheart. Shhh,” he crooned, more breaths washing over her. His hands smoothed up her inner thighs, pausing an inch on either side from her outer lips.

Then his fingers touched her, rubbing her plump outer

folds, massaging her gently until her sex pulsed and emitted

soft sucking sounds.

When his tongue slipped between to flutter the edges of

thin inner lips, Natalie’s shoulders rose off the bed, and she

cried out. “
OhGodOhGodOhGod . . .
”

Fingers circled, rimming her opening, dipping just inside

and slipping away, then returned to tease more moisture from

her body. He groaned—a rumble that vibrated against her

flesh.

“Christ, you’re wet!” His tongue stroked inside and lapped

twice more and retreated.

“No . . . more!” Natalie lifted her hips, seeking more of his

intimate caresses.

“So sweet . . . you’re killin’ me, baby.” His mouth closed

around her inner folds, and he sucked, drawing, tugging them

into his mouth to nibble gently.

Her hips pulsed and she followed his lead, finding a rhythm

he encouraged with gentle squeezes of her ass that eased the

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ache building between her legs. She shuddered and moaned,

her breaths becoming jagged and rasping.

“Come for me. Come for me, now,” he whispered, and then

the pad of his thumb slid up her cleft, glancing on the knot of

bundled nerves at the top.

Natalie keened, long and loud, halting all movement to

savor her escalating passion.

Rene rubbed her clitoris, circling lightly as the coil of excitement tightened inside her. He paused to dip fingers inside

her and draw more moisture, then circled again, harder now,

until the first burst of rapture rippled through her channel.

Suddenly, she cried out as an explosion, like a thousand

splinters of light, catapulted her over the peak. She arched

her body, thrusting into Rene’s touch.

His fingers circled, his tongue stabbed inward—over and

over, until at last the pulses tightening her pussy waned.

Slowly, her shudders weakened, and she dragged air into

her starved lungs.

Rene shifted, climbing from between her legs and stretching

to slide the length of his body alongside hers. He pulled her into

his arms and tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder.

Natalie nuzzled his neck, sighing. “I think I’ll sleep like

the dead.”

His lips grazed her forehead. “We’re a full-service department, ma’am.”

She heard the smile in his voice and quipped, “Well, not

quite.” Sliding her hand around his back, she hugged him.

“But it was beautiful.”

“My pleasure.” His hand glided from her shoulder to her

hip. “Go to sleep. I’ll stay until you start snorin’.”

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“I don’t snore,” she grumbled.

“That’s ’cause you don’t sleep, do you?”

The tenderness in his voice almost undid her. Skin-to-skin,

it was hard to remember she had secrets she couldn’t share—

and she would never have met him if he hadn’t brought her

in for questioning. “Sleep?” She struggled to remember his

question. “Not much, lately,” she murmured.

“I’ll keep watch, sweetheart.”

Natalie would have liked to stay awake a little longer and

explore his body as thoroughly as he had hers, but he’d already gifted her with more than she’d dreamed.

She nuzzled his neck, enjoying the heat of his skin and the

pulse that throbbed at the side of his neck. “Mmmmm . . .

this is nice,” she said sleepily.

His fingers combed her hair, and again, he kissed her forehead. “Sleep,” he whispered next to her ear.

Her gums itched and tingled, and she ran her tongue lazily

across the roof of her mouth but found no ease. She snuggled

closer and breathed in his spicy scent.

Then just as her mind eased into dreams . . . she opened

her mouth and bit him.

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shocked gasp and muffled “
Sonuvabitch!
” jarred

Aher fully awake in an instant.

Natalie’s eyes opened wide as blood, thick and

rich, poured down her throat, spurting in rhythmic pulses that she gulped down as though dying

of thirst.

Instinct guided her, quelling the urge to gag

against the flavor and thickness. More viscous

than water, less so than oil, it felt like cream on her

tongue, tasting faintly metallic, yet delicious.

When the flow slowed to a trickle, she drew,

sucking with her lips like a baby on a nipple.

Heat filled her mouth, spilling down her throat

to her belly, then spreading outward and lower. Her

appetite was ravenous. So was the lust building in

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her loins, plumping her labia and releasing a wash of desire

that once again coated her lips and smeared her inner thighs.

But this time, her arousal was so much stronger than before.

Delicious, wicked . . . sensual. She drank his blood like she

wanted to take his cock—in lapping waves of heat.

Even his resistance excited her.

His hands clamped hard around her throat, short of actual

strangulation—more a warning. “Natalie, for fucksake, let

me go!” he said, his voice tight, anger radiating in the tension

gripping his neck and shoulders.

Despite the pressure, she chided him with a murmur and

ground her jaws to stab deeper until his fingers released her,

her incisors lengthening in a final, sensual thrill that felt very

like the hardening of her clit when he’d rubbed on it.

“Goddamn bitch!” he rasped. “Chessa warned . . .
oh God!
”

Part of her knew what she did was sick and twisted. She

was hurting him, maybe even killing him. But the fierce hunger overrode her conscience.

And she wanted more.

Her arms slid around his torso and tugged to urge his heavy

body over hers.

He offered pale resistance, his hands bracing against

her shoulders. “
Sweet Jesus!
” he said, his tone anything but

anguished.

Again, she murmured as she drank, urging him closer with

her hands and rubbing her naked body against him.

Reluctance stiffened his spine, but he eventually acquiesced, easing over her, his breaths coming harsh and jagged,

his body trembling. “Natalie, let go of my neck.”

This time his plea lacked conviction. While intellectually

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he knew he should resist, his body was succumbing to the

desire, just as she was. His hips rolled, and he rubbed his rigid

cock, still clothed in rough denim, against her delicate skin.

She opened wide her legs and reached for the top of his

jeans. Her fingers curved like talons around the waistband,

and she jerked them to open his zipper and shoved them down

his hips, past his hard, round buttocks. His cock emerged

from the parting zipper to fall against her belly.

Engorged, this thick shaft felt heavy and hard. Although

she hadn’t had any experience with sex, her body instinctively

sought connection. Her belly curved, rubbing and caressing

his shaft, and her knees rose on either side of his hips.

“No!” he gasped, and tried to hold himself away, but his

action only aided her intent, giving her room to reach between their bodies and grasp his cock and push it between

her legs.

When the blunt, rounded head of his sex brushed between

her slick folds, he stilled. “Not gonna happen,
dammit
!” he

seethed.

She sucked harder on his neck, punishing him, drawing

on him until he trembled again and lowered his hips which

forced him between her folds.

Natalie took him the rest of the way. Bracing her feet on the

bed to lift her bottom, she circled on his cock, screwing him

deeper inside, working his thick cock past her virgin walls.

She gasped at the pressure, gloried in the fullness. She

pulsed her hips, reveling in the deepening pressure and the

friction building between his shaft and her passage.

When his round, blunt head butted against the obstruction deep inside her vagina, he groaned.

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Pain pierced through the sensual haze that had gripped her

to that point. Tempted to force him deeper, one last shred of

conscience caused her to hesitate.

Rene had been nothing but kind. Twice he’d risked his life

to rescue her. How could she take away his choice in this most

intimate act?

Although her body protested, growing rigid with denial,

she withdrew her teeth from his neck and lapped to stem the

flow of blood from the tiny wounds, finding that they closed

quickly under the glide of her tongue. Skimming her tongue

across the tips of her teeth, she felt them retract, like a cat’s

claws within their sheathes.

Rene pushed up on his arms and glared down. The fury banked

in his eyes made her shiver with the first frissons of fear.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not knowing how to explain

what she’d done. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up.” His jaws clenched tight, and his body

trembled.

Tears filled her eyes, blurring the features of his face. “It

was too strong—the need—I couldn’t help it.”

“Just shut up!” he ground out. He didn’t press inside her