Swamp Magic (Crimson Romance) (3 page)

She gasped in surprise when teeth tore through the front clasp of her bra, leaving the silken remnants to fall to her sides. Her bared breasts swayed from their sudden release. No sooner had she recovered from the shock than his hot mouth latched onto one now very sensitized nipple.

Her pleasured mewls elicited an almost animal-sounding growl from him. Her head lolled back as he suckled one breast then the other, each time lightly blowing across them so that the contrast from cool to hot was near unbearable. He seemed to take delight in her responses and gave both tight buds lavish attention.

He tore his mouth away like she was a succulent pleasure. Moss recaptured her mouth as his hands made quick work of her khaki shorts. God love drawstring shorts, she thought as they swiftly fell around her combat-booted feet. She was awed when he somehow managed to toe off first one of her boots then the other while his mouth and hands never left their explorative paths along her body.

She went with his every urge and found herself lying back across the bed as he knelt before her again. His eyes sparkled as he took in the sight of her sheer black thong, and she thanked the karma gods she’d chosen the pretty panties over the comfy, ugly ones she’d thought about donning for her trek in the swamp. He fingered underneath the band, almost as if he’d never seen one before. No way a dude this damn hot had never been with a woman wearing a thong.

Grasping the little bows adorning both sides of the sheer fabric covering her mound, he gently tugged until the delicate little things came unbound. The last obstacle shielding him from front-row seating at her bare body quickly flittered away. Now nothing stood between them except for the funky pink polka-dot socks she’d tossed on that morning.

They were skin-to-skin, male to female, and she savored his musky scent.

He placed a hand on each of her knees and gently coaxed them open, never losing eye contact with her as he teasingly
lowered his head.

She watched, breath held as his eyes hungrily drank in the bare sight of her. His pupils dilated and his own breath grew ragged. Never before had a lover brought her to this level of being aroused this fast on simple foreplay alone.

Something in him screamed wild, untamed, and dangerous and she reveled in it.

A gasp escaped past her lips from the shock of his mouth and tongue working with masterful precision. She sighed when his tongue alternated between long languid laps and fleeting swirls over her little bundle of nerves, lost brain cells when small, gentle nips from blunt teeth added to the symphony he orchestrated. He played her like a finely tuned instrument, as if he knew her inside and out and always had. She had the strangest sense they’d always known each other. Like they’d just found one another again. What else could explain the way she responded to him? The lack of fear, the overwhelming desires?

Stop, don’t think. Don’t even try to analyze this,
she told herself.
Live for now, live for the moment, live to please him, and accept the pleasure he’s giving.

Beth moaned when rough, calloused hands blazed trails across her body, stopping only when they reached her chest. Rough palms kneaded her breasts. He lapped at her creamy center, bringing her to the edge of climax. But when one hand left her aching mound and fingers opened her lower lips while coating them with her juices, lubricating them, before slipping into her … she skyrocketed. When a second finger entered, she came unhinged. The climax hit with a fever she’d never before experienced. Her world erupted around her, sounds and lights taking on new hues as her body trembled in sheer delight. No sooner than she’d begun to come back to earth than he poised above her, a hand to each side of her, caging her in for what she expected would be the ultimate in couplings.

• • •

Moss nipped her clit and delighted as she came unglued under his ministrations. Watched as she bucked and writhed over the old ratty bed — his bed — his own arousal spiking at the erotic sight. A light sheen of perspiration shimmered across her skin. In the dim, moon- and candlelit room, she looked like a masterpiece. An angel amid his dark, watery world. And for now, she belonged to him alone. No one was going to take this moment from him, and God help anyone who tried.

He kneed her legs open farther to accommodate the space he needed. She seemed so small compared to him as her long, graceful legs opened. He took a moment to relish in her giving spirit, leaning back to better appreciate her offering.

The moist, silken folds proved how ready she’d become. Their glistening added visual proof to what his other senses had already established. When his gaze moved back to her face, he caught the cute flush that crept into her cheeks.

Modest and beautiful, he thought, running his thumb through her damp lips before slipping up to her encircle her nub. A smile of satisfaction crossed his face when she arched and whimpered at the act. He reclaimed her mouth, stealing the mewl forthcoming, while continuing to run his thumb around and around the swollen little ball. She thrashed about, reaching for him in futile attempts to bring his body over hers. When she couldn’t force him to rise at the moment, her hands clenched the sheet and toes dug into the bed in, he assumed, frustration. He understood the desperation that now fueled her every move, as he felt it too.

• • •

The sounds of the creaking bed accompanied his weight atop her, and she savored the heavy, hard maleness pushing against her own softness. The broad head of him prodded her, toying with her entrance, and she angled and thrust forward, hoping to force him into her, like right damn now.

Everything went beyond any physical sense of want; she flat-out
needed
more of the primitive release he brought her. She knew her wriggling about only aroused him further. Each time she thought he’d grow no larger, an almost pulse-like sensation stroked her as he continued to lengthen, proving her wrong yet again. Moss was full of surprises. The realization that she was driving this man — no, not just a man, a Hercules-type man — physically crazed, brought her feminine side out, purring.

He stilled as if to verify her readiness, not wanting to rush and, though grateful, she was beyond ready. She grabbed his face, locked eyes with him, and wrapped a leg around his waist to pull him closer while rocking her pelvis into his. That little assurance seemed to send him over the edge, and he thrust.

The force of the initial entrance was powerful enough she was pushed up the bed. Not bad except for scooting her farther away from him, but he quickly rectified that problem by wrapping one arm about her waist, anchoring her to him, keeping her immobile as he began thrusting with obvious pent-up vigor.

She tensed a tad as her walls stretched to accommodate his large girth. The exquisite sensation caused her to gasp as it rode the border between pleasure and pain, with pleasure a rapid winner.

Instinctively she arched, her sensitive nipples brushing against him. The skin-to-skin contact added to her euphoric state. She continued rocking her hips, matching him thrust for penetrating thrust as she held tight to those rock-hard biceps of his.

The sweat they created helped to lube their bodies and create the perfect sliding sensation as they both succumbed to the most basic of all things nature had created. Reaching down, he grabbed her thighs in an attempt to spread her farther. He seemed fueled by her body’s visual reactions to him. That he’d freed her inner desires and had her demanding more. Little did he understand, now that she’d sampled what he offered, she’d take nothing less than everything.

“Your scent … so intoxicating … love.” He growled, jaw stiff, face intent.

The words went straight to her heart, though she understood things were so intense now that confusion even muddled her mind.

With no warning other than his quick withdrawal, she found herself flipped face down on the mattress, hands clasped above her head, and a powerful arm slung around her waist. He drug her hips upwards so she ended up on her knees, ass up, with him draped across her backside. She moaned her approval of the change, which in this position gave him all control and would allow for deeper penetration.

And oh, hell, how he took advantage of it.

He accommodated her every unspoken desire as if reading her mind. Beth thought for sure there were times he went so deep, he touched her womb. Between his blessed size and the primal positioning, she lost count of how many orgasms he’d brought her.

As he pumped rapidly, his fingers dug into her hips, keeping her firmly anchored. “Please … ” she begged.

“Please what?” He sounded raspy, edgy, demanding.

“Don’t, can’t breathe, no — don’t — stop.” She couldn’t think straight as her body hit boundaries she hadn’t known it had. Everything was too much and not enough all at the same time. He had more stamina than the Energizer Bunny; she stifled the urge to thank him and tell him he was the best lover she’d ever had.

And they weren’t even done yet.

• • •

The fevered pitch of Beth’s moans sounded like a heartbeat in Moss’ soul as he slammed home repeatedly, thrusting a little harder each time, pounding into her as though he couldn’t get enough. He fought back the overwhelming urge to release, opting to savor each moment with her.

Her tight warmth sheathing him made him all the harder. Never had any woman unleashed his beast as she did. It was as if she were the key to unlocking the secrets surrounding the arrival of his current cursed state of being. She was unique in so many ways, and his beast recognized her and raged to mark her as
his.
Strong and self-reliant, yet he sensed a wisdom far beyond her youthful demeanor.

Could he hope she was the fated one to release him from his curse? Or was it too much to hope for such a miraculous thing? What he wouldn’t give to walk among society and not have to remain hidden in the shadows of the night. Would he remember what it was like free of the swamps, his only residence in all this time, away from the only friends he had? Namely, the many swamp creatures like him, who society feared and shied away from. Even killed when opportunity arose.

Releasing her hands, he reached around her collarbone and, with gentle pressure, urged her body upwards. He nuzzled her neck, cupping her pert breasts, and tweaked her nipples enough to elicit a startled but pleasant response. The shudders that followed prompted his continued nipple play. He rolled the firm buds between thumb and forefinger until he had her bucking her hips back against him in a wild frenzy. He angled her to half lying, half upright and still on her knees, which was a good position to grant him access to her entire body. No part of her was off limits now. He attempted to slow the pace, wanting to relish every moment of their union, not wanting it to end. Especially when faced with the real possibility of having to watch her walk away.

He forced her head to the side as his tongue sought and dueled with hers. One hand roamed over her front, finding and plucking the tight buds adorning her breasts while his cock, still deeply embedded within her, pumped with frantic need. Flesh slapping flesh sounded through his small abode, as did the strong smell of sex and his keen sense of both ignited a hailstorm of sexual need from him.

He saw a puzzled expression ever so briefly cross her face, when her eyes fluttered open and she caught his partial change in her peripheral vision. Prayed that when spent, she wouldn’t remember what she would think
she saw, and instead would focus on the raptures they’d shared. Hoped, that while he knew she would leave, maybe they’d lie together a while basking in the sweaty glow of after-sex release.

His reptilian senses and predatory habits peaked, becoming more aggressive with each little mewl she made. His claws extended as he held her very carefully, as in his current state it would be far too easy to forget his strength and rip her to shreds. Not something he wanted to risk as he released his piston-like grip on her hips.

He reached up and instead grasped her firmly by her hair, using it as a sort of leverage. He laid his other hand on her back, turned on its side, claws clenched to ensure he didn’t accidentally lay so much as a whisper of a scratch on her.

Then her warm core trembled, beginning an onslaught of fast-paced contractions convulsing around his cock, bringing him past the edge of return. Her back arched, then she dropped down onto the bed, her hands fisting frantically in the sheets as her cries of ecstasy ricocheted through the small hut. His male pride ballooned as she rocked backwards on hands and knees, impaling herself faster, harder, and
deeper
upon his throbbing member. Only when the warm wave of her essence creamed over him did he let go and revel in the release of his own built-up explosion.

Spent, he pulled her down with him on the tattered but welcoming bed, where they stayed silent but well sated, curling into one another with newfound intimacy.

• • •

Beth delighted in pure feminine satisfaction when she’d caught what sounded like a cross between a hiss and roar escape Moss just before his warm seed shot into her. The sound of their blended orgasms had carried on the swamp’s breeze as the sudden sounds of night creatures mysteriously sprang to life. The crickets’ chirping amplified, as did the strange, guttural barks of the alligators. Owls seemed to be hooting loud messages as they joined in the swampy chorus. It was as if the entire swamp had burst to life. If she’d been alone it might have been a little creepy, even bothersome, but right now, and with Moss, it emulated the joyous sound of life being celebrated. Like nature had blessed their union herself.

After her heart rate returned to normal and she found her voice again, Beth wondered whether to ask Moss about what she’d seen. She wasn’t crazy, and she was fairly certain she had good eyesight, or so she’d been told during her last exam. But for all that, she could have sworn his pupils had become a little more, uh, slit-like? And there been a sudden sharpness to his teeth that hadn’t been there before, and his tongue had seemed, oh, thinner, faster, as it hit all the right places and then some.
Like it had been forked
?