Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

Michael bit back a smile as he closed the distance between their mouths once more. He meant to move slowly, to coax his way into her mouth, and coerce her into more of those cock-squeezing sounds, but like everything else about this woman, the kiss she gave him in return surprised him to the stars.

Her hands didn’t move from his biceps. They didn’t need to. Her mouth did all the touching he needed to send his body rocketing through the solar system. She licked her way into his mouth, running her tongue over his teeth, his palate, his tongue, exploring, teasing, and taking.

Taking. By the Gods, a woman had never taken from him this way. He wanted her to continue, to seize this and a whole lot more.

He slipped his hand from her face to the back of her neck, holding her firmly as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. It was mind altering, explosive, fucking sensational! He hadn’t been kissed like this since Rebecca, and, even then, it hadn’t conjured the deep, dark needs to get wild and crazy, to possess with such reckless abandon that he lost all control. What would happen to his willpower when she finally moved her hands to touch more of him or when she put that incredible mouth somewhere else?

Michael had intended to stop with the kiss, to coax more wishes from her before moving on. He wanted to hear exactly what she desired from him. Just because Andrew gave her permission to fuck him didn’t mean that was her goal tonight. He hadn’t meant to touch her beyond his hand on her nape and his arm around her waist any more than he had intended to plunge full-speed ahead with the kiss. But suddenly, his hand was sliding from her waist, the backs of his fingers grazing her side as he turned his hand, pushed it between their bodies and then,
oh yes
, her breast filled his palm.

He had large hands with long fingers and her ample tit filled it completely with a soft, warm perfection that he couldn’t stop himself from squeezing, caressing, and fondling. The sounds she made vibrated in his mouth, over his tongue, drumming through his system like a purely invitational cadence. Then, as if to be sure he understood he was granting unspoken wishes, she pulled one hand from his bicep to snake it between their bodies and cover his hand on her breast. Her other hand seemed to find the motivation to move, too, gliding up his shoulder, then flattening on his chest as her fingers delved beneath the plackets of his shirt to touch his flesh.

The touch sent electric bolts of energy zinging straight to his cock. He wrenched his mouth from hers, met her gaze, and fell under a spell only she could cast upon him. Breathless, panting, he thought to take a moment to slow things down. He’d dreamed about being with his Rebecca again for over a century, about finding another who could ever compare to her. Chrystal was his Rebecca and so much more. He wanted to draw this first moment out, to make it last for the next century, to be sure when it ended it would only be the beginning of eternity.

Chrystal had other plans. She nipped his bottom lip, drew it between her teeth, and bit. The sensation tempted his fangs to do the same to her, the clash of restraint and ecstasy sending shards of razor-sharp lust ricocheting through him. She drew back enough to lick the spot she had just bitten and he felt himself start to melt.

Michael dipped his head, burying his face in the smooth flesh of her neck, and breathed deep, absorbing the scent of her blood, feeling the pulse hammering in the vein so close to his lips. Tightly latching onto more willpower than he knew he possessed, he traveled the course of that vein with the tip of his tongue. Her head lolled back, exposing more of her truly delicious skin, and he allowed himself to freely explore.

He released her nape and breast in favor of gliding his hands down her sides. He fisted her blouse in his hands when he reached the barrier of her skirt, yanked the material up, and pulled it over her head. His gaze dropped to her chest and he saw her breasts quiver as she exhaled a shaky breath. His attention focused on the clasp nestled in the valley between her breasts and he worked it free using only a thought before realizing he had called upon the power. He heard her soft gasp of surprise, flicked his gaze up to hers, and saw nothing but heated excitement and the plea for more swirling in her dark chocolate eyes.

A low growl rumbled from his throat as he inched back, cupping her breasts in his palms. He dipped his head, lifted one tit to his mouth, and traced the areola with the tip of his tongue, delighting in the way she quivered at the touch. He filled his mouth with her breast, sucking, flicking his tongue over her hardened nipple, then daring to nip it lightly. Control over the beast inside him continued to be a battle of resistance as he released that breast, thrust his tongue into her cleavage, then moved to feast on her other tit.

“Michael.” Her low, throaty moan tormented his cock, stroking his shaft until it throbbed in excruciating agony. Her hands were back on his biceps, her nails digging into flesh even through the material of his shirt.

Michael freed one hand even as he continued to enjoy her breast, returning that hand to her waist as he spun them around, and backed her against his desk. He supported her weight as he folded her back to lie on the desk. Her breast slipped from his mouth and he peppered her abdomen and belly with tender kisses.

“Michael, wait.”

Wait?
The word might as well have been a sword straight through his heart. He stifled a growl as he forced himself to stop kissing her, to lift his head and meet her heavy-lidded gaze. He had just thought he knew the meaning of hell until he heard that single word spill from her sultry lips but, no matter the extent of his desire, no matter the agonizing pain it would cause him, he would not force her.

Chrystal wiggled, turning her head to look behind her. “There’s something poking me in the back. Can you move it, please?”

Relief rushed through Michael so fast and intense it made him light-headed. She didn’t want him to stop. She merely needed him to make her more comfortable. He cursed himself for not considering that first as he lifted her again with one hand, clearing off the top of the desk with a swift rake of his other arm.

Pens, a stapler, papers, and the wine glass he had been drinking from before she arrived hit the white carpeted floor. He would have a mess to deal with later. Synthetic blood didn’t wash from white carpet easily.

He pushed the matter out of his mind, deeming it a ludicrous thought when what he wanted, what he needed was in his arms, gazing at him with a desire consuming her eyes that told him her wants and needs mirrored his.

Michael lowered her once more, her blonde hair fanning over the top of the mahogany desk, her hands moving to his shoulders as he returned to kissing his way down her torso. He didn’t bother removing her skirt, but skimmed his hands up her thighs, pushing the material up until her black lace thong came into view.

Hunger growled in his gut as he caught a sweet, potent whiff of her arousal. He lowered himself between her legs, snagging one of the guest chairs and pulling it closer to rest one of her feet in the seat. Hooking the crotch of her panties with his thumb, he pulled the material aside to bare her pussy. Smooth, glistening feminine lips contracted, beckoning his touch. His mouth watered, his tongue pulsing as he dipped it between her folds and lapped the warm cream coating their walls.

Chrystal writhed, her hips bucking in search of more. He gave it to her, flicking his tongue over her engorged clit before thrusting it inside her questing channel. Her taste drove him to the brink of climax. He ravished her cunt, driving his tongue deeper inside her, pulling it back to lick and suck her clit, and replaced his tongue in her channel with two fingers, which her greedy pussy easily accepted.

“Michael.” She cried out his name, her back arching off the desk, her hips gyrating in time with his fingers pumping inside her. “Please. I need you.”

Michael eased back enough to speak. His lips brushed the silken flesh of her pussy as they moved. “You have me, my sweet. I have always belonged to you.”

“No,” she moaned, her fingers opening and closing as she attempted to reach for him, but her arms weren’t long enough. “Your cock. I need it inside me. Fuck me, Michael. Please.”

He couldn’t have denied her request if he had wanted to. Forget drawing out the moment, making it last. The ache in him to be inside her had built to a level of pain he had never experienced in all his eternal years of existence. He pulled his fingers free of her pussy, glanced at the glistening juices coating them, and slowly straightened between her legs. He braced his upper body on the desk with one hand, bringing the one soaked with her cum to her face, and dragged the digits over her slightly parted lips.

“Taste yourself for me, Chrystal. I assure you your cream is a delicacy not to be missed.”

Her gaze locked with his as her tongue peeked from between her parted lips. She licked his fingers into her mouth, closing her lips around them, and sucking on them as she might his cock.

Michael heard himself groan. “You are beautiful, my sweet. Watching you taste yourself, feeling that silky tongue cleaning my fingers of your juices…” He threw his head back, the moan morphing to a growl that came from deep in his gut. “I must have you now.”

Urgency had him pulling his fingers from her mouth. He combined power and movement to rid himself of his slacks and briefs faster than the eye could blink. He knew he should take his time, use more of his powers to take them out of the office so he could lay her in a bed and properly make love to her. Getting his mind to convince his cock of all that proved a useless attempt. He couldn’t even find it in him to spare an extra second to pull her panties from her legs. He pushed the material covering her pussy aside once more, curled his fingers around his aching shaft, and positioned his cock for the entrance he had been waiting for.

He held himself there, the engorged head of his cock barely penetrating her entrance, and folded his body over hers. Her arms wound around his neck, her hands flattening on the backs of his shoulders, as she gazed up at him with dark anticipation and a wordless plea in her eyes.

“Don’t tease me, Michael.”

“How could I tease you when doing so would only torture me?” He thrust his cock into her pussy in a single stroke that drove him all the way inside. He felt the inner walls of her channel grip at his shaft, saw a quick dart of discomfort shoot through her angelic face, and cursed himself for not preparing her body better to accept the thickness of his cock. He froze, his dick buried inside her to the hilt, his arms shaking on either side of her head as he struggled to stay still and not to put too much weight on her. “I am sorry.” His throat tightened with regret. “Chrystal, my sweet, I am so sorry.”

“No.” She slid a hand to his nape, her fingers caressing his flesh as her gaze softened to one of all-consuming power and love. “By the Gods, Michael, don’t be sorry. Do it again.”

Michael relaxed, easing his cock out of her until only the head remained inside her tantalizing heat, then thrusting his hips forward, driving his cock deep within her again.

“Thank you.” The words rushed from her on a sound of pure erotic satisfaction. “Don’t stop. Ah, it feels too good.”

It did. So good Michael didn’t know how much longer he could last. Pressure built in his cock and balls, release threatening with each thrust into her quenching pussy. He buried his face in her breasts, catching one with his mouth and closing his lips around the hardened nipple as his cock settled into a brisk pace that rendered restraint useless.

He changed his approach, driving his cock into her channel, but pausing to grind his groin against her clit before pulling back to repeat the move. His actions drew new sounds from her sultry lips, erotic noises of sheer pleasure that had him gritting his teeth as the pressure in his cock and balls shot that final step closer to release.

“Chrystal.” He growled her name through his clenched teeth in a warning he suddenly and blessedly realized he hadn’t needed to give her. Her inner muscles turned to vices on his shaft, her nails piercing the flesh of his shoulder and nape, as her body erupted around him.

Michael managed to hold off until he felt the convulsions in her body begin to slow, then let himself go, throwing back his head and growling at the ceiling as his release spilled into her. Spent, intoxicated on the power and sensations of making love to her, he collapsed on top of her, his earlier concern for crushing her no longer an issue he had the strength to address.

Seconds stretched to minutes as he simply lay folded over her listening to the rapid-fire beat of her heart as it gradually slowed to normal. After a while, her hands started to move, her palms gliding sensually over the back of his shoulder and head. He sensed it when she finally decided to speak, felt her chest rise in a more steadied breath just before he heard her words.

“Will you answer something for me?”

Michael didn’t move, but continued to lie on top of her, feeling lost in a realm of fulfillment he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. “If I can, my sweet.”

“Why can I sense what you are?”

That got him moving. Michael lifted his head, his gaze instantly slamming into hers. He searched her eyes, not finding the fear he might have expected, but only wonderment. If she were right, there was only one explanation. “To answer that, you must first tell me why I cannot sense what you are.”

“I will tell you, only if you promise not to kill me.”

Michael flattened his hands on the desk on either side of her lush body and pushed his upper body off hers as he glared down at her. She wasn’t making a joke. The fear he had expected to see in her eyes mere seconds ago was there now, but not because of what she knew he was. She firmly believed he would slay her.

“Know this, Chrystal.” Michael allowed every ounce of emotion he felt to fill his eyes and voice. “I would willingly walk into the brightest of sunlight before I would ever harm you or allow any harm to come to you again.”

Her brows inched together. “Again?”