He’d been watching her from the moment he arrived. It wasn’t that she was stunning, that was expected given the venue’s reputation. All the girls who worked here were stunning, just as the surrounds were stunning. It wasn’t even that she floated through the darkened room like a beautiful ghost, all half smiles and restrained gestures. There was just something about her that caught his attention and then, piqued his interest.
She was petite and seemed much younger than most of the women who sauntered from table to table. If he didn’t know the strict hiring policies of the club intimately, he’d have worried she was underage. No girl under twenty worked at the club – ever. And the club adhered to a very thorough background check to ensure that policy was maintained.
Still, she looked younger, and if he’d noticed her so early in the evening, he was certain others had also, knowing they would be vying for her time and attention. And though he’d not even met her yet, he already felt that he should be the only one to possess her.
Perhaps it was the innocence that oozed from her and gathered around her like an aura of simplicity; that natural lack of artifice, of freshness that was indeed refreshing and so very attractive to a cynic like him. Someone so disenchanted with his life and its illusory pleasures that even a pretty girl didn’t make a difference to him nowadays.
Perhaps?
Maybe it was that porcelain skin, framed about by rich, chocolate coloured hair, and her doe eyes that were slow to blink; almost like she was half asleep most of the time. Or maybe it was her small cherub mouth; those soft pink lips with the very sharp indent, so lush and kissable.
Perhaps it was her voice, soft and lilting, uttering words barely above a whisper into the din and yet... every man to a person strained forward like desperate beasts barely held by invisible chains just to hear her speak his name and bask in that warming half smile she bestowed like a gift.
Nathan watched her, his black eyes sliding over her lucent form and his nostrils flared as though he could catch her scent from his dark corner. His jaw clenched tight as he saw some philistine reach out and dare to touch her perfection. Nathan’s jaw actually ached as he thought of that uncultured plebeian marring her simple purity with his tainted touch. His hand tightened around his glass, knuckles white with the pressure, and threatened to crush it back into the dust from which it was made.
He tried to breathe, to settle that monster inside him that rose up and lit his eyes red with impotent jealousy. He had no right. Logically he knew this. He had no claim on her. But even now he felt as if he at least owned her well being, that he owned that invisible sphere of protection around her that maintained the pretence of her innocence.
He swallowed and took another breath as his eyes continued to devour her, his heart beating hard, his blood heating.
Another shadow flowed into the dark booth beside him. Powdered skin and blood red lips came out of the darkness and pressed lightly against the side of his jaw and then withdrew. The cloying scent of Chanel No. 5 filled his nostrils and ruined his tastebuds.
“Hello Nathaniel.” The voice was sultry and throaty, the hand demure where it rested on his sleeve.
“Christine.”
He heard the smile rather than saw it. “I see you’ve noticed our newest little butterfly.” The slight tightening of his jaw was answer enough. The laugh that followed was amused. “She is exquisite, is she not?”
His eyes followed her like a man starving and she was the only morsel in the midst of a feast that would slack his hunger.
Calculating silence fell between them.
“How old is she?”
There was a smug pause. “Would you believe she’s only been twenty for two months and eleven days?”
His eyes narrowed as he watched his porcelain doll blush and reach up to coyly brush a thick lock of hair back from her brow, simultaneously shielding her face from the man currently trying his hardest to impress her.
“What’s her name?”
“Angelléna.” The painted woman said softly. “As I said, exquisite... even her name.”
“I want her.”
He heard that smile again. “So does every other man here.”
“Leave them wanting.” Nathan countered.
“You know the rules.”
“Bend them.”
“No.”
For the first time since Christine slid beside him he pulled his gaze from the girl and focused his attention on her. Nathan was inured to most womanly wiles, but he was observant. Christine Devereaux – proprietor and controlling partner of Club Devereaux – was still a striking woman. Tall and lithe, she wore red satin, a stark contrast against her pale skin. Black hair fell around her heart shaped face in an artfully controlled bob. Deep set, pale green eyes sat over a small straight nose and fine lips. She was in her forties but held her age well, and if anything, age had only added to her allure.
Even more daunting than her beauty, Christine was a ruthless businesswoman. With a sound mind and deep understanding of a man’s mind, Christine swam in the big pool and if she wanted, she could sink you faster than the Titanic. One never survived in this business without a little leverage, and with Christine you never knew what kind of leverage she had. But you knew she had it.
Nathan had to admit she impressed him a great deal; hence why he’d become a silent partner in her business.
A few years ago Nathan might have felt some sort of stirring for this woman, but sadly... not now. Of late very little stirred in him. Very little interested him at all. Until tonight... until... Angelléna.
His eyes were steely as he stared at his partner. She smiled back, a bright twinkle of mirth in her eye. “Scowl all you like Nathaniel. Being a partner doesn’t give you special privileges. You knew the rules when you signed on. And I don’t bend them for anyone, not even you, my dearest friend.” Her voice trailed off. She touched his cheek lightly. “Make the offer, like everybody else...”
Christine dropped her hand and slid out of the booth like oiled silk. She smoothed her dress and spoke over her shoulder, “... and the girl is free to say yes or no. No questions, no repercussions.”
The muscle in his jaw ticked but he held his tongue. Rationally, he knew that he was pushing his luck asking... no telling Christine to bend the rules. He knew she’d never do it even though he was her partner. But then he wasn’t thinking rationally tonight. He let out his breath and Christine’s lips quirked up at the corners. She nodded once and walked away.
Nathan lounged back in his seat and threw back his scotch. He swirled it about his mouth, trying to kill the taste of Chanel in his nose.
He put the glass down carefully and took a breath, calming himself.
His eyes found her easily. He’d’ve been able to find her if he were blind. She glowed like a beacon in the night, her inner light seen with the soul more than the eyes. Her back was to him. He blinked and sucked in a slow breath. His nostrils flared as an elusive scent of warm jasmine teased his senses. It was impossible to know, but he knew without a doubt she’d smell of jasmine when he finally claimed her. And he had no doubt he would claim her tonight. He’d spend his entire fortune – break himself – to have her for one night, and he’d do it all with a smile on his face.
His eyes raked over her back once again. He sighed her name softly for the first time, testing it on his tongue. “Angelléna...”
A moment later, he watched her head rise. He saw breath fill her ribs, like a swimmer breaking the surface gasping. Her head swivelled on her slender neck and before two more heart beats could tick past, her warm brown eyes melted the distance between them and their gazes locked.
He sucked in a sharp breath; for as improbable as it seemed it was almost like she’d heard him call her name from across the expanse. He saw two points of rosy colour touch her cheeks as she dropped her gaze but still managed to look at him. She blushed and smiled coyly at him.
Nathan’s heart stopped and his blood stirred, as after only a moment more, she lowered her head and hid her face behind a cascade of chocolate hair. She turned her back again and disappeared into the crowd. He sat forward and craned his neck, in perfect imitation of every other sorry soul that had been graced with her presence and then abandoned. Everywhere he looked it was like the lights were being turned off. Darkness encroached... He couldn’t see her.
He stood, searching the crowd. She was gone.
He felt sick. The throb in his throat akin to panic as the possibilities of her disappearance suddenly ran through his mind.
He moved.
Nathan wove his way through the crowd, heading for the red satin dress at the edge of the bar. He stepped in beside her with barely a break in his stride. “She can name her price. I’ll give her whatever she wants.”
Christine didn’t even deign to turn; she merely blinked as the words registered. The smile that broke across her face was Cheshire in nature. “Are you sure about that Nathaniel? What if her price is too high, even for you?” She turned; her pale green eyes more intense than he’d ever seen them.
He felt a moment of trepidation, knowing if there was ever a time to walk away, it was now. Rationally he knew it... but he wasn’t thinking rationally, not tonight. He ignored the feeling, “Anything, Christine. Whatever she wants.”
Christine raised a brow and stared at him a moment before nodding. “Very well.” She reached into her clutch and retrieved a set of keys joined by an interlocking tag. She broke them apart and gave one to Nathan. “You know the deal. If she doesn’t turn up within the hour, she’s not yours at any price. No questions, no repercussions.”
Nathan gritted his teeth so hard it hurt. But he nodded his understanding and took the key. He stalked off, that caged animal inside him rising up, making its presence felt. People inexplicably stepped out of his way as he moved through the crowd. He towered over most of them, his frame large and wide, but it had more to do with the look in his eyes than anything else.
Nathan had been blessed with an exceptional physique, broad shoulders, trim waist and though he wasn’t nearly as active now as in his youth, he remained hard and fit. At forty-seven you’d have been wrong to think he was soft, physically or emotionally. He was handsome in the classical sense, chiselled features with a prominent nose and strong jaw. His black hair was touched heavily with grey at the sides now and his eyes were so dark that most people couldn’t look at them for more than a few seconds.
His looks and his eyes had always been an asset in business. Well that... and the fact he was ruthless. As his personal port-folio attested, his net worth was currently listed at around fifty six billion (and that’s just the money they knew about) so it mattered little to him either way.
What mattered to him tonight however, was Angelléna. So when he said ‘anything’ he meant anything. The way this girl had gotten under his skin already, he’d give over everything. No price was too high.
Nathan shook his head as he walked. The point was moot until she came to him. He needed to stop thinking and merely wait. An hour. That’s all the time he had. That’s all the time he would need. If she wasn’t there within that time frame then the point was moot, the deal was off.
She would never be his at any price.
Something inside him snarled. That was unacceptable! Nathan’s hands clenched into fists without his permission, as irrational anger flooded through him.
He tried to relax as he stepped through the doorway into the Halls. He stopped for a moment and took another breath. Plush, sound dampening carpet lined the hall. Heavy brocade curtains and luxurious tapestries hung on the wall that separated this inner sanctum from the outer club.
It was like stepping into another world... a much more opulent – and intimately depraved – world.
Gold trimmed doors lined the opposite wall and disappeared around the corner, hinting vaguely at what one might find behind them; debauchery, acceptance, release? Nathan swallowed. What was he expecting to find behind his door?
Glancing down at his key his smile was mocking. A13. It seemed fitting. Today was the thirteenth; her name was Angelléna. It almost seemed portentous.
He found his room. Flicking on the light as he walked in he let the door swing closed behind him. The self locking mechanism snapped into place with a finality that Nathan chose to ignore.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been in these back rooms. He’d had a hand in refurbishing half of them. But to say it had been a while was an understatement.
Nathan loosened his tie and threw his designer dinner jacket over the back of a chair with an air of resentful neglect. He checked his BVLGARI, trying not to see the second hand as it ticked past. His throat tightened as that gut wrenching thought of ‘what if’ returned. He dropped his arm and poured himself another drink.
He threw back the first one, barely tasting the rich malt liquor past the acid that burned in his throat. He put the glass down and his timepiece glinted under the soft light like an accusation... an hour it reminded him. His lips curled back to expose his teeth in a snarl as he released the catch and let his watch slide from his wrist onto the silver tray beside the decanter. He poured another drink and snatched the glass off the tray.
He stalked across the room and fell into the red leather Chesterfield near the unlit fireplace. He hated having to wait. He hated having a decision hanging in the balance with no say in deciding the outcome. His jaw tightened with anger at himself for being such a needy fool. That anger, however, did not change his mind about her... he sighed and let it go.
He stared into the darkened recess of the fireplace. The night was warm. A fire wasn’t really needed but it didn’t seem right for a hearth to be devoid of flames. He stood and retrieved the controller from the mantle. He pressed a button. A soft electric click, click, click preceded the faint scent of sulphur before the tiny roar of fire filled the air.
The smile that pulled across his lips was more grimace; ah the wonders of modern technology. Yellow flames licked fake logs and danced merrily in defiance of his mood. The fire did not care to be angry tonight.
He threw the remote back on the mantle and fell into the armchair once more as he stared into flames that mocked him. He swirled the liquid in his glass absent-mindedly. The faint hint of vanilla and pears wafted into his sinuses, the forty year old single malt reminding him it should be appreciated and not treated so poorly.
He held the glass up by its base, resting it on his fingertips as he peered through the amber fluid at the flames. I am opulence, it seemed to say, savour me... His lip curled into another sneer. Such opulence was just another empty trapping of a dissatisfied life. He chugged back the scotch like water and resisted the urge to throw the glass into the fireplace. He set it down on the table instead and leant back.
He held his chin as he contemplated what he was doing... what some slip of a girl was making him consider. He was stark raving mad! Surely that was the only explanation? What made it worse was the fact he knew he was mad... and he didn’t fucking care. He’d give it all away, everything... for her... for a girl he’d never seen before tonight.
Was anyone worth that much? No. YES. Crazy!
He nearly laughed. A bitter sound that bubbled up from somewhere down in his gut but didn’t quite make it into the open air as he cut it off.
Laughter sounded out in the hall and his whole body jerked forward as his head snapped toward the door. A low male voice countered, and his heartbeat throbbed back into rhythm. It was both a disappointment and a relief.
Not her... not yet. Nathan swallowed. He had to believe she would come.
He swivelled, and his eyes flicked back to his watch on the sideboard. His jaw clenched and he shook his head, refusing to obsess over time. He slumped back into his seat.
His hand found its way back to his chin as his eyes lost their sight in the flames. He blocked out sound, closing off senses and receptors as he trapped himself inside his head, one prevalent thought focusing his attention. She would come.
Time became an abstract thing as the flames dredged up images of soft white skin flushed with desire, cherub lips plumped fuller from kissing. A shiver rolled over him as his blood slowly stirred the beast inside.
Jasmine hit him like a sledge hammer, yanking him back into reality. Without even turning, he knew she was there. The whole room buzzed with her presence. His hands shook a little as he stood. His entire body felt shaky. He had to breathe and swallow before he could look at her.
His eyes closed the distance, eating up the space with ravenous hunger until they could feast on the sight of her. His heart jumped into his throat, filling his mouth with the taste of copper. That beast inside him clamoured.
She had changed; her dress made of some white, diaphanous material that both clung to her body and flowed around her like air. Haltered to tie around her neck, it left her shoulders and arms bare and draped to hide the shape of her body but did everything to define it. The silk tulle was opaque, only hinting at her nakedness beneath, but it was enough to inspire aching need in Nathan. Her hair had been drawn into an artless cascade of warm brown curls. She was devoid of make-up, her natural complexion unneedful of cosmetics. She was heart-breakingly beautiful; rouge could only mar such perfection.
Her eyes were lowered; as yet she had not tried to look at him nor uttered a single word. She was simply there. Angelléna.
A silken shawl draped over her elbows and broke up the cool paleness of her skin with subtle colour as her hands clasped gently before her. He wanted to speak, to tell her every secret he knew, but he was struck dumb. He couldn’t even get enough neural pathways to connect to speak her name out loud.
The door behind her was closed. He hadn’t heard it open. It was like she had merely appeared out of the ether, and was just suddenly there. Perhaps he was still staring into the fire and she was a dream, come to torment his deranged mind. Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
His eyes could do nothing but stare. His body remained rooted to the spot. The mere fact that his heart continued to beat in a paroxysm of life was a feat of human-biomechanics. How could his heart continue to do that when he felt it should stop in reverence for the vision that stood before him?
An eternity ticked past in a second, and in that time Nathan managed to draw another breath.
Her eyes dashed up, limpid depths of openness stared back, and his insides melted as her shy smile started in her eyes well before reaching her lips.
The subtle upturn at the corner of those soft, cherub lips shattered his soul and he felt his knees weaken. His hand searched blindly for the arm of the chair as he had no choice but to sit. He felt ancient in her presence. He felt a fool for wanting her. He felt... faint. But she was here and that meant... a deal had been struck.
For the first time since he took that key, he let himself wonder what the price would be?
He watched her move toward him. It was like she didn’t walk, but floated an inch off the floor, and merely drifted closer. He blinked and she was there, standing beside him. He wanted to fall to his knees and lay his head against her lap.
That smile again, before her hand gently reached out and touched the grey in his hair... “Hello... Nathan.” The sound of his name on her tongue rippled over his ear drums and for a split second the thin veil was drawn back and he caught a fleeting glimpse of heaven.
Normal brain functions returned and with them the ability to think and articulate. He caught her hand as her fingers trailed along the line of his jaw, “Angelléna...” he breathed as he turned her hand and kissed her palm. He inhaled the scent of her wrist and watched the warm flush of his breath kiss the rest of her skin. She was soft spice and musk. Electricity sizzled along his spine as he felt his vigour return along with his need for her.
He stared up at her again, his eyes drinking in every tiny detail of her perfection and something long forgotten was triggered once again inside him.
Desire .
She saw the look in his eyes and her eyes shone brighter as she blushed and turned her face away. She sank to her knees beside him and laid her cheek against his thigh.
There had always been an innocence about her, but Angelléna was hardly innocent. Neither was it all an act. She was incredibly shy in most cases. She was coy and demure, a little submissive, though not truly a ‘sub’ by any means – there were limits as she’d discovered early on and she had the scars to prove it. Yes she was young, but she was not inexperienced and not above letting her decisions be swayed by an oversized wallet, or the attractive package said wallet was attached to. She was working towards a goal, and the lucrative opportunity to work at Club Devereaux was one Angelléna simply couldn’t pass up. She was under no illusions. Money was good, but ‘Sexy Money’ was even better.
She felt the first stirrings of heat roll inside her as Nathan’s fingers brushed her hair back from her face. She carefully hid a small satisfied smile from him as she breathed in the air around his knee. Angelléna wondered what kind of night was ahead as her body tingled in anticipation.
The whole evening had been an exercise is arousal. Every lurid comment, every questionable offer, every light caress, ardent grope, every whispered declaration of how much they ached to have her, to be inside her... it all made Angelléna hot. And now that she was in this particular gentleman’s presence, she knew his bank balance wasn’t the only reason she’d agreed to this.
Angelléna had seen him the moment he walked through the door. She’d felt his eyes on her the entire night, watching her, eating up the atmosphere around her. Even across the room she’d felt his presence like a warm breath on the back of her neck. She felt his hands caress every inch of her body long before he would ever touch her. She shivered at the memory as her slender body pulled tight.
Nathan pulled her hair back and ran his fingers along her neck; her skin pimpled. His voice lacked an edge as he asked, “So our deal has been struck?”
Angelléna’s eyes closed as she savoured the feel of his fingers against her skin. “Yes.”
“And what was your price?”
His words were not meant to belittle or demean. In fact his words seemed only to acknowledge she was with him. It made Angelléna smile again as she raised her head. She glanced at him from beneath her brows, her voice soft as she answered him with a tiny smile, “Oh everything...”
Nathan wondered why he wasn’t surprised by her answer. Crazy as it sounded, it seemed a small price to pay all things considered. It made him smile. “And what does ‘Everything’ buy me?” He tilted her chin up so he could see her face.
Angelléna let him see her eyes as she gave him her simple answer, “Just me.”
He lost himself in the depths of her eyes for a moment as a shiver trembled over his skin. “How much time does everything buy?”
“As much as you want.”
He released her chin gently. “And if I want forever?”
“Forever is a long time.” She answered softly as she dropped her eyes and absently plucked at his shoelaces, secretly flattered and thrilled. “Be careful what you wish for.”
He ran his fingers along the side of her neck and across the top of her shoulder. “I wish for you.” Nathan blinked. He hadn’t meant to say it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. He could barely stand to take his eyes off her. He felt lessened when he had to stop touching her. He wanted her in every way he could imagine, the least of which was physically and he had a full and fertile imagination. It was maddening. There was simply something about this girl that said to him – Mine!
His fingers tingled where they caressed her skin. Like pliable marble, the powdery perfection of it did not fail to amaze him. He watched the slow, pink blush sneak across her cheeks and smiled.
She dropped her head, hiding her eyes away from him even as her stomach fluttered. She ran a hand along his calf and down to his ankle. Her grip was light as she curled her fingers around it and lifted his foot smoothly. She removed his shoes and socks without uttering a sound.
Nathan held his breath as she worked. He felt her hands on him and could not deny the feeling of wonder that rushed through him. What was it about this girl?
Angelléna’s stomach fluttered as she worked. He was certainly attractive and the way he spoke made her dream of something more. But she quashed that hope before it bloomed. She was bought and paid for, flowery words meant little. She had a role to play; she was going to play it
He felt her fingers slide over the top of his foot and come to rest lightly on the knuckle of his big toe. She had dropped her chin almost to her chest as she looked at the floor. Her voice seemed a million miles away as she spoke. “Are you sure you would take forever?”
He didn’t even need to think. His answer welled up inside his chest and threatened to suffocate him in its urgency to get out. “Yes.”
A word. One simple word reverberated past forever into eternity. It fell flatly against his eardrums but the echo of its resonance touched something deeper in him and he wondered what kind of vow he had made.
Her hand withdrew and the loss of her fingers was like a physical pain. He wanted to beg her to put them back, but he barely dared to breathe as she tilted her head sideways and flicked him a quick glance. “Let us see about tonight. Perhaps forever will come tomorrow.” Her voice was soft. Then her body unfolded and she was standing beside him.
She was all fluid elegance and Nathan was rendered speechless once more.
Angelléna turned and walked toward the bed, her skin tingling as the heat of anticipation began to grow. She unbound her hair as she moved, letting it fall over her back. She did not wait. She knew he would follow. He had no choice. She could feel his need. She dropped the shawl, the whisper of silk as it fell echoed loudly in the silence of the room and she stepped onto the shallow step at the foot of the large, four posted bed.
Nathan gulped as he watched her move. She was like nothing he had ever seen. She flowed with such sinewy grace it appeared she was floating. The dress she wore billowed around her as she came to rest on the bed. She knelt in a puddle of white silk, her feet lost to sight as they sat tucked under her bottom.
He rose. He didn’t have a choice, he felt physically drawn to her, like some invisible thread had snapped taut and was pulling him toward her. It was inevitable of course but nothing in this world could have kept him away from her tonight. He shucked his clothes as he came.
Her hair hung down and touched the tops of her hips. He could see the gentle curve of her waist and that shallow crease at the base of her spine. Soft white silk hid the rest of her. Heat flared in him as he felt his blood begin to boil, rushing through his arteries to flood his maleness full of vigour.
His heart pounded.
He reached forward, gathering Angelléna’s hair into his palm and pushed it aside, draping it over her shoulder as she turned her head to look back at him. His gasp of surprise filled the room. Nathan felt that inner demon raise its head and snarl.
He nearly fell against the foot of the bed as his hands shook visibly. Who? Why?
Her perfect skin was marred. The silk shawl had hidden it from him. Thin lines of shiny skin slashed back and forth between her shoulder blades. Scars, long since healed lay almost stark against her purity.
Nathan felt his vision blur with anger. “Angelléna, who would do this to you?” His voice sounded foreign to his own ears as disbelief changed the modulation.
“Someone unimportant.” Her answer came soft but true.
“Why?”
“Because he could.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You could...”
“I would never!” His vehemence sounded harsh. He suppressed his anger.
She smiled ironically as she dropped her head and gave a sad laugh. “We all have a past. Do you think forever so attractive still?” She uttered those words with such quiet poise it froze his heart. Did she doubt her worth because of a few scars?
Nathan could only swallow. “I...”
“Shhh...” She cut off his reply gently. She didn’t want to talk anymore. He was so close she could smell him. Angelléna could feel the ache inside her grow as her body flushed with damp heat. “Just touch me... please...”
Nathan felt his muscles lock, the corded fibres of flesh rose starkly beneath his skin, pulled taut by demand. He was helpless to deny her. His hand moved of its own accord. Reaching forward his palm lay soft against the scars on her back. It seemed excruciatingly sad she had suffered so. His vision swam as that heady sensation of connection flooded through him.
The texture of her skin under his hand was like velvet. He felt her shiver as he shifted onto the bed behind her. Nathan pushed her hair aside once more and reached for the tie that held her bodice in place. He pulled and the soft whisper of material falling reached his ears.
She was naked now but all he could see was her back. Her fine – scarred – back. He swallowed as he realised it only made her more real to him. His hand drifted across the top of her shoulder as his fingertips dipped forward and felt the sharp ridge of her collarbone. He traced the length of it until he could feel the pulse of her heart under his thumb.
His hand, large and trembling, slid in against her throat until he could cup her jaw. He tilted her head back as he knelt behind her and gazed down at her face as it came into view. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted and the deeper shade of pink inside her mouth called to him.
The inflamed tip of his engorged member brushed errantly against the back of her shoulder and surprised him as much as it did her. She gasped as her eyes sprang open and her lips parted even more. For a split second their eyes met and Nathan knew without a doubt he would take forever.
His free hand sank into warm chocolate hair as he cradled the base of her skull and tilted her head further backward. His body curled, his spine bending tight as he dropped his head and kissed her hard.
Only moments passed before raw lust took over and his mouth opened over hers as he thrust his tongue forward. Nathan needed to taste her, needed to savour every second of her that he could. Perhaps he would have forever, but for the moment he knew right now was all he had and he planned to make the most of it.
His tongue delved deeper, spearing in to lay claim to her mouth. His body quivered at the rush of pleasure that flooded through him. He could feel the heat of his arousal and want, throbbing at his centre, hard and hot.
He let his hand slide down the front of her neck, caressing Angelléna’s skin lightly, trailing his fingers past that small hollow at the base of her throat, over her sternum and down until his fingers curled around the soft swell of her breast. His hand engulfed it easily and she gasped against his mouth as the heat of his palm pressed against her tight nipple.
Her gasp stole his breath from his lungs. Nathan nearly smiled against her lips. He liked the idea of his breath being inside her, that he was her oxygen. He kissed her harder, his urgency building as he artlessly groped her petite breast. Her skin was warming under his touch, her temperature beginning to rise.
Nathan’s hand found her tight nipple and Angelléna’s soft whimper as he rolled it between his fingertips was music to his ears. She tasted of honey and milk and all Nathan could think of was devouring her whole. He knew he was never going to let her go given half the chance.
He broke the kiss reluctantly. Pulling back he gazed down at her, his eyes intense enough to make her catch her breath. His fingers tortured her flesh, teasing at the bud, pinching it. He squeezed her breast as he watched sultry desire grow hotter in her eyes. He needed her like nothing else and as much as he was trying to draw out the moment he knew he was losing the battle.
They were both on fire; they needed more than just a kiss and the feel of skin.
He straightened as he helped her head back to its upright position before he pushed her forward. He pressed her down, her face against the covers. She offered no resistance. Nathan licked the length of her spine with his wet, burning tongue. He heard her small gasp of breath and felt her shiver as his torso came into contact with her back.
His teeth found her shoulder and grazed against her delicate flesh as his large hand slid behind the roundness of her ass. He shifted with her as he raised her hips off the mattress and moved into position. The blunt crown of his impressive shaft slicked against her soft centre, eager to impale her.
She gasped loudly as desire rushed through her. She wanted him. No, she needed him now! And she knew Nathan understood that. She felt the tip of his cock rub her nether lips, coating her core with his slippery gel. He shifted against her, making that mushroom flared head rub forward and press against her swollen bud. She moaned hard as her body trembled again. God she was burning.
“Please...” It was barely a breath but Nathan heard her. He pulled back and nudged the tip against her wet opening. She was slicked and ready. She was experienced. There was no reason to go easy.
He shoved forward, no preamble, no testing the waters...
...and she cried out.
Holy shit! Nathan’s mind reeled as his movement faltered. She was tight... so fucking tight!
She felt like she was being torn apart as he filled her to the core. The blunt head of his thick cock shoved in deep and banged against her cervix, making her gasp and grunt. The initial thrust had hurt but she clenched her teeth and said nothing for fear he might stop. Besides, she wasn’t opposed to a little pain. The sensation shot along her spine, making her nipples pull tight and her clit throb.
Pain. Pleasure. Need. Want.
In this moment, it was all the same to both of them. Nathan shuddered. She was unyielding, honeyed velvet sliding over his length. Hot and intense. He reached for her neck. His fingers curled softly about her throat and her voice vibrated in his palm as he drew back and buried himself inside her again. His other hand curled around her hip, guiding her ride as a deep groan escaped him.
Silk.