Redemption Rains (11 page)

“I do have Samuel,” a smile touched
her lips, soft with her feelings for him. Through her lashes, she
watched for Devin’s reaction at the mention of Samuel’s name. There
was none, until he spoke.

“Who is Samuel?” the question was
asked through tight lips. He crossed his arms over his chest and
spread his feet apart. Devin tried to give the appearance of polite
interest, but Elizabeth knew that there was more to it. The muscle
twitching in his jaw gave him away. A twinge of excitement went
through her.

“He is my stepbrother, Edward’s son.”
she stood and walked slowly toward Devin. “He has been my best
friend since I met him. He is so kind and never judges me. He
always looks at me with such love and tenderness,” she stopped a
few feet in front of Devin. “I guess you can say that I have always
had a crush on him.” She blushed prettily and stepped a little
closer. “He is the only man I have ever found myself attracted to.”
The twitch became more pronounced. She could tell that she was
having an effect on him.

“So I guess Detective that it is just
you who feels that I am cold, because when I am with Samuel,”
Elizabeth leaned closer to Devin, lowering her voice to a husky
whisper. “I burn up.”

She was quite pleased with the effect
she had on him as she watched him visibly flinch at her words. What
was he thinking behind those lowered lids of his? Elizabeth
pondered this question and then stepped back away from him. The
heat radiating from his body was almost suffocating. She was going
to have a hard time playing this game with him if all she kept
thinking about was jumping his bones. She had to remain cold.
Taking a deep reassuring breath, Elizabeth stepped closer to him
again.

He was holding himself rigid, with his
arms crossed over that chest. He looked like he was battling with
Hell. For a moment she caught sight of his eyes, the shutters
guarding against his emotions were gone and what she saw there made
her pause. Smoldering, black with passion they burned her. Then he
lowered his lids and she was unable to delve deeper into those
beautiful eyes. Maybe she did not repel him. Maybe he was attracted
to her. That is a crazy thought. Why would he want you? Why
wouldn’t he? This thought brought a flush to her cheeks. Maybe she
should test this theory. Before she changed her mind, Elizabeth
quickly decided to put the test to task and dropped her hands and
pulled them behind her back.

This action caused her wrapper to fall
open and her breast to spring forward. She held her breath waiting
for his reaction. Devin’s eyes dropped from her face and stared at
her body; the muscle in his jaw twitching beyond control; his
breathing was ragged. Elizabeth suddenly felt all-powerful with the
effect she had on him. The heady sensation she was getting from
causing this reaction from Devin pushed her over the
edge.

“I suddenly feel the need for a nice
cool shower, what with all this talk of burning up,” before she
turned away, Elizabeth very subtly leaned forward and brushed her
breast against his arm. She felt her nipples harden as they came
into contact with him. Devin’s head jerked up exposing his taunt
face. His reaction was almost her undoing, but she held on long
enough to turn away, slowly dropping the wrapper from her shoulders
leaving her back exposed.

Devin’s control snapped as he lunged
forward and took hold of her arm, swinging her around bringing her
in direct contact with his hard, burning body. She struggled in his
embrace, but he over powered her, trapping both her fists in his
right hand behind her back causing her to arch her breasts forward
smashing them against his bare chest. His left hand tangled in her
hair, holding her head in place. Elizabeth was shocked at the raw
sexual need reflected in his eyes. Then she felt her body melt and
stopped her struggling. His mouth was inches away from hers. She
could feel his hot breath on her face.

“You are playing too close to the
flame, my haughty little ice princess. You’re liable to get that
lovely, creamy flesh of yours scorched if you’re not careful.” His
voice was smooth as silk and licked at the flames of desire burning
in her.

“Let go of me this instant,” Elizabeth
gritted her teeth to hide her fright. If he kissed her she would be
doomed. She had to fight while she still could. “I will not have
you touching me in this way. You are disgusting.” The tears that
reflected in her eyes were not of anger as Devin interpreted. They
came from the hurt she was experiencing at having to say these
things to him.

“Now, now Princess, if I am going to
be labeled a bastard, I had better live up to it, hadn’t I?” Devin
took her mouth in a brutal assault.

There was no tenderness, no passion,
only abuse as his hard uncompromising lips tortured her soft pliant
ones. Elizabeth felt the tears flow from her closed eyes. She had
pushed him too far. If he had felt attracted to her before it was
gone now. All he felt for her was anger and a need to lash out at
her. She told herself that it was good, that in the end his cruelty
would drown out any feelings of love she had for him. Giving up to
the onslaught of his brutal mouth, Elizabeth stopped her struggle
and went limp in Devin’s embrace. She would not fight him, she
could not fight him.

Devin nipped at her lips roughly with
his teeth causing her to open her mouth at the pain. Then he was
inside, exploring, tasting and quite suddenly the kiss went from
hard rage to soft seduction. He plundered her mouth like a man
obsessed. Drinking in her sweetness, his tongue coaxed a response
from deep down in her. Devin released her hands and she wrapped her
arms around his neck. She felt his right hand needing the bare
flesh covering her spine while the grip in her hair relaxed and he
spread his left hand to cup her head gently. Elizabeth moaned and
opened her mouth wider, tentatively touching her tongue to his,
curious at first and then bolder until she matched him in his
passionate exploration. This brought a groan from Devin as he
picked her up and carried her to the bed without removing his lips
from her mouth.

Elizabeth felt the cool sheets on her
back soothing her burning flesh. His hands cupped her face as he
settled his body between her legs. He tortured her with his lips
and tongue delving into her mouth deeper and deeper. As he trailed
his hands down her throat his lips followed placing kisses all over
her neck and shoulders until finally his head hovered over breasts.
She felt his hot breath through the satin of the nightgown causing
her nipple to grow taut with need. Slowly, he untied the ribbons
and pulled back the material to expose one large dark nipple. She
watched as he lowered his head and took the hardened nub in his
mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

“Devin,” she ran her hands through his
dark silky hair, not wanting him to stop. He lifted his mouth and
Elizabeth moaned her objection until she felt him settle his lips
on her other breast. She whimpered, feeling a fire that had started
in her breasts and had now traveled to the spot between her legs
growing, spreading throughout out her body like liquid molten
lava.

Devin’s hand traveled lower over her
stomach pausing at the point where Elizabeth burned out of control.
He cupped her warmth and she arched to meet his hand. Unconscious
of her wild wanton display, Elizabeth begged Devin to quench this
need burning in her. He parted her and inserted one single finger
into her wet burning tunnel.

“Devin!” Elizabeth cried his name and
gripped his shoulders. His face was hovering over hers, watching
with deep black eyes her reaction to his touch.

“Do you want me?” he asked her in a
husky voice.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Do you want me princess?” All along
he taunted her with his fingers slipping in and out of her
smoothly. The friction growing there was almost unbearable making
Elizabeth feel like she was being taken to the edge and then pulled
back before she could experience the unknown. All she knew was that
she wanted Devin with every fiber of her being and if she did not
have him she would surely explode into tiny bits of pieces. She
opened her eyes and looked directly into his face. She was sure
that he would see her love for him spilling from her eyes but she
did not care. She reached up to touch the twitching muscle in his
jaw reflecting what control he was maintaining.

“Yes, Devin, I want you.” She placed a
kiss on his jaw. “I want you to love me now and promise not to
stop.” She kissed his mouth softly, running her tongue along his
parted lips.

Devin moaned his promise as he stood
to remove his clothing. Elizabeth could not turn her gaze away. She
watched him as he undressed and stood in front of her in all his
male glory. Her eyes moved over the smooth chest across the taunt
belly and down into that dark patch of hair that covered his
stomach and thighs. Elizabeth’s eyes grew warm as her gaze rested
on Devin’s arousal. She felt a twinge of fright when she thought of
that entering her, but Devin was beside her again before she could
voice a protest.

He kissed her deeply, moving his body
over hers, resting between her thighs. Very slowly, Elizabeth felt
Devin enter her and then stop letting her body adjust to him. He
repeated this while kissing her mouth, his tongue imitating the
actions of his body. Elizabeth gripped his shoulders tightly. He
raised his head to look into her eyes as he pushed past the last
barrier. The pain was slight causing her to dig her nails into his
back and cry out.

“Did I hurt you?” his voice was thick
with passion and his body was strained under his control. Elizabeth
looked into his eyes, seeing worry in the depths she rushed to
reassure him.

“Don’t stop Devin. You promised that
you would not stop.” The pain had turned to something deeper
burning her to the core filling her with a need of fulfillment. She
moved her hips impatiently underneath him, flexing her
muscles.

“If you keep that up I’ll be finished
before we even get started,” his voice was intense and his eyes
searched her face as he slowly began the climb, moving in and out
of her with soft smooth strokes. Little noises of eagerness and
wonderment escaped her throat. Unable to control herself, Elizabeth
moved in wild abandon underneath him, wrapping her legs around his
waist bringing him into her deeper and deeper. And then she felt
it; the explosion and then the sense of falling. It was the most
wonderful out of control feeling she had ever experienced. With one
last lunge Devin buried himself deep in her, crying her name he
exploded filling her with his seed, so warm and wonderful. His kiss
was so deep that Elizabeth thought that she would succumb to him.
He traced his finger along across her cheek and along her jaw
raising his head to stare into her face. It was a searching look,
probing deep into her eyes.

“Are you all right?” it was a gentle
question and the expression on his face was full of
tenderness.

“Perfectly wonderful,” she smiled,
glowing at him. He shifted to lie on his back, pulling her with him
as if he was unable to bear their separating yet. Devin stroked her
back with one hand while the other rested on her waist. It was a
protective touch, which filled Elizabeth with love. In all of her
days she would never regret what had happened just now. Never; He
was the kindest, gentlest of lovers and Elizabeth knew that she
would never find another to take his place in her heart.

Elizabeth ran her hand along his
chest, in a slow appreciative manner. His skin glistened with sweat
as his chest moved with his breathing. She laid her head against
his heart hearing the erratic beat. For the first time Elizabeth
wondered what effect their making love had on Devin. Did he
experience as much pleasure as she had or was it just another
sexual encounter for him? She raised her eyes to his hoping to see
an answer there, but they were closed. He had stopped stroking her
back and his breathing had become steady as if he were
sleeping.

She moved, trying to separate their
bodies without waking him and was stunned when she felt him grow
hard inside her. She looked up, startled to see him staring at
her.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she spoke
softly; her eyes troubled uncertain what to do next.

“I wasn’t sleeping, princess,” Devin
placed his hands on her waist and raised her up to where she was
straddling him. She rested her hands on his chest for balance. Her
hair fell down around her face like a curtain as she looked down
into his face. Slowly he lifted her with his hands and then
released the pressure, making her slide down on him.

“What are you doing?” her question was
a squeak.

“I am teaching you how to make love to
me. See?” He raised her again and then sat her back down. Elizabeth
felt him grow even harder and saw the passionate look in his
eyes.

“Turnabout is fair play princess. Or
can’t you handle it?” he smiled at her knowingly. Spurred on by the
challenge, Elizabeth took Devin’s hands and placed them on her
breast as she began to move up and down in a rhythmic motion. He
closed his eyes and groaned her name. After a few more strokes
Elizabeth paused, feeling the power she held over him at that
moment, making her passion even deeper.

“I think the question detective is if
you can handle it?” When she didn’t move, Devin rose up and wrapped
his arms around her; he pushed her back into the bed and drove
three powerful strokes into her before they both
exploded.