Midnight Sins (37 page)

stole her breath.

“Rafer, please—” she whispered, wishing he

would just ignore what he had found. Wishing he

would just thrust into her and fill her with the throbbing

heat of his dick.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered as he rose to his

knees, the device he had found gripped in his hand.

He looked from the sexual toy back to her, his

lips curving with a smile of pure male anticipation.

“Kitten, my dick is bigger than yours,” he stated

silkily as he held the vibrating dildo up and looked at it

before turning his gaze back to her.

Cami felt the tremor of excitement, arousal, and

the edge of trepidation that began to rush through her

system.

His expression was suddenly filled with more

heat and with more lust than ever before.

And yes, his dick
was
bigger than hers.

Thank God!

And it was
so
much better than hers.

And she needed it. Now.

“My adventurous little kitten.” He smiled with slow,

sensual anticipation. “How dirty could you get with me,

Cami, versus without me?”

Her gaze flicked from him to the dildo and then

back again.

He looked like the warrior everyone suspected

the Callahans had come from. Tall and fierce,

conquering and savage.

“Spread your legs, Cami.” He moved between

them, pressing her knees apart as she locked her

fingers in the blankets beneath her body.

Holding her legs apart with his knees, the hard,

muscular body resting on his knees in front of her, he

intended to conquer her.

Savage lust and brutal hunger reflected in his

expression as he moved the toy between her thighs.

She could feel the dampness against the bare folds of

her sex; the slick, heated warmth triggered a sensual,

sexual response she hadn’t expected.

She could barely breathe. Pleasure was tearing

through her, anticipation racing through her veins as

she felt the firm, supple tip of the dildo press between

the swollen, slick folds of her sex.

“Touch your breasts,” he demanded as he

thumbed the switch at the base of the artificial cock

and sent a pulse of near-electrifying sensation circling

her clit. Why was it so much better with him?

“Don’t do this, Rafer, please—” She didn’t know

if she could keep her heart intact, if she would survive

never having him again, if she gave herself fully to

him. And he was demanding everything from her. He

was determined to have all of her.

“Just say no!” Dominance tightened his

expression, glowed in his eyes, as he locked his gaze

with hers. “If you want to stop, at any time, then don’t

play word games with me, Cami. Don’t throw that ball

in my court. If you don’t want me, then you just fucking

say no.”

She knew what he meant. She could protest until

hell froze over, but if she didn’t say no, then he

wouldn’t stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” The cry, rife with

the needs racing through her, slipped past her lips.

He knew she didn’t have the strength or the will to

tell him no. That had already been established during

the blizzard. Her body was too weak and her mind,

her senses, filled with too many fantasies of them

together.

“Because I’m starving for you.” Part anger and

part rising need strengthened and rasped through his

voice.

“I won’t survive when you walk away.” The thought

of that happening already had her chest clenching

with pain. “And you know it won’t last past tomorrow,

Rafer. You know there’s no future in this.”

“Who says I’m asking for a future, or walking

away?” The hard line of his lips assured her he had

far more in mind than what he was letting on, and she

knew Rafer. This wasn’t just sex, it was a claiming.

“You know you will.” She was weakening, her

juices flooding her pussy, lubricating the swollen,

sensitive folds and the hard, throbbing bud of her clit

as it met the rounded crest of the vibrator.

The vibrating toy was driving her to distraction,

making her crazy just to touch him, to feel the hard,

thick flesh of cock pushing its way inside her, fucking

her, taking her, possessing her.

“Oh God, Rafer.” She jerked; pleasure blazing

across her nerve endings as he pressed the vibrating

head of the toy just beneath her clit and flooded her

senses with the near ectasy of it.

“You were fucking yourself with it tonight, weren’t

you, kitten?” he crooned.

Cami felt a blush rushing through her cheeks

despite the passion that eradicated any semblance of

good sense or shame where Rafer was concerned.

“Did you cry out my name? Did you cry out for

me, Cami, when you came? All you had to do was call

me. I would have come to you, baby, I would have

helped.”

A whimper passed her lips as her hips lifted,

rising and falling against the vibrating sensations in

desperate pleasure and the quest for more.

She remembered what was awaiting her. She

remembered how intense, powerful, and

overwhelming her release could be.

“Would you have fucked yourself for me? Let me

hear your little moans while I told you how tight and hot

your pussy was?”

“Oh God, Rafer, yes!” Her hips rolled against the

sensations.

He wove a spell of sensual power that she felt

helpless against. One that wrapped around her

senses and heightened the pleasure building inside

her.

She couldn’t fight against it. She wanted to. God

knew she wanted to. But as the vibrating caress of the

dildo eased lower once again, tucking against the

clenched entrance of her pussy, she knew there was

no way she could deny herself. She needed him too

much.

“Please Rafer, now,” she whispered desperately.

“Touch your breasts for me, baby,” he crooned as

he applied just enough pressure to lodge the broad

head of the vibrator just inside her clenched sex. “Do

it for me, Cami. Finger your nipples,” he urged her as

she hesitated, staring back at him as fear of the

unknown clashed with the desperate, aching need for

more pleasure.

Releasing her grip on the sheets Cami moved

her fingers slowly up her body first to her hips, starting

slowly to become accustomed to touching herself as

he watched.

With just her fingertips she stroked slowly up her

torso, watching his face, his eyes as they darkened,

his jaw as the muscle there flexed furiously with the

tension invading his body.

The feel of her own touch was more sensual than

it had ever been before.

Threads of electric sensation sizzled over her

nerve endings, washing through her body in a clash of

sensation she couldn’t fight. Didn’t want to fight.

As she reached her breasts, her hands flattened,

moving over her flesh until she was cupping both

mounds, fingers and thumb gripping a nipple, and

moaning at the pleasure flooding her. It was sharp,

extreme, stealing her breath as he watched and

pulling a tumultuous cry from her lips.

“Play with your nipples.” He pulled the toy back

before working it in again, moving it deeper,

stretching her further as he let her thumbs rake over

the stiff peaks.

Pleasure shattered through her. It was so

blinding, so bright, that she nearly orgasmed from the

erotic intensity alone.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open. An incredible,

overriding pleasure raced through her. It burned

burning hot and bright as the vibration increased and

the thrusts pushed deeper inside her. The feel of the

fake cock, the arousing buzz, and Rafer’s touch threw

her into a world of pure sensation.

As her fingers began to play over her nipples, her

hips rising and falling to the thrusts moving inside her,

Cami could feel herself becoming a creature of primal

eroticism.

Through slitted eyes she watched as he came

over her, his powerful body covering hers as his wrist

continued to flex and tilt, fucking the dildo deeper,

harder, faster inside the gripping, tormented depths of

her pussy.

“Lift your nipple to me,” he suddenly bit out in

demand, the sound of his voice a hard, primitive rasp.

Cupping a mound, she did as she was bid, then

cried out at the incredible heat of his mouth

surrounding the desperately sensitive peak. His

tongue began to thrash against it, erotically licking

and tasting with rising hunger.

“Rafe.” The sound of her own voice, so dark, so

locked in complete sexual surrender, shocked her.

“Damn, Cami,” he suddenly groaned. “It’s not

enough, sweetheart. I have to have you myself.”

The vibrator pulled free of her body, only to have

Rafer move in closer, his hips dipping, his cock

lodging against her entrance. The heavy, thick crest

was hotter than any toy created by man or by woman.

“Lift your legs, knees at my hips,” he growled,

those hips working, twisting, pushing forward to work

his cock deeper inside the clenched muscles of her

pussy.

Her hands were at his shoulders, nails biting into

his flesh. She gripped his hips with her knees and

tilted her pussy up to take more, to take him deeper.

To facilitate each heavy thrust.

“Yes, fuck me, Rafer,” she whispered as the

coarse mat of hair on his chest raked across her

tender nipples, sensitizing them further.

His pelvis stroked over her clit, his cock worked

inside her, stretching her with such incredible

pleasure she could only whimper with the sensations

raking across her nerve endings.

His head lowered, his lips against her shoulder,

his tongue licking over her flesh. With a final, hard

thrust he buried into the hilt, the stroke forceful,

powering through the clenched, slickened muscles of

her pussy and spearing to the depths of it.

Buried deep inside her, pulsing, throbbing.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned as his lips moved

to her neck, his teeth raking against the tender nerve

endings. “I couldn’t forget how tight you were after you

left, how hot and slick your pussy is. How it grips me

and sucks at my dick until it’s all I can do to keep from

losing my mind with the need to fuck you.”

Explicit. Demanding.

His hips were moving harder, faster.

Lifting one hand, he speared his fingers in her

hair, clenching the short strands before pulling her

head back, his lips covering hers, his tongue filling her