Chapitre 9 :: A night of passion

Publiée: 15-09-06 - Mise à jour: 15-09-06

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The night was beautiful. Not a leaf rustled in the breeze, everything was quiet… The moon spilled it silvery light through the open window onto the bed.  

She lay on her back, staring out the window at the huge moon, smiling down on her. She couldn’t sleep. The air was once again hot. Her skin has turned clammy, making her red, lacy teddy cling to her body like a second skin. She ran her hands down the flimsy nightgown. She hasn’t known she possessed something like that, until she found the gift box her friend has given her for her birthday, telling her it was to be opened for special occasions only. How come this night was a special occasion, was beyond her comprehension. It was too hot, the air in the room was too heavy, making it almost hard to breathe.  

The slight squeak of the floorboards outside her door, made her heart drum in her ears. Why would her floorboards squeak in the middle of the night? Slowly, she lifted her head from her pillow, watching wide-eyed as the doorknob started leisurely, but steadily, turning. She shot up in bed, swallowing past the lump in her throat.  

He slowly eased the door open, his stomach knotting in expectation. He adored watching her sleep, outlined by the moonlight. She was beautiful in repose, her lips always curved up in a slight smile, her long lashes resting like butterfly wings on her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he silently stepped into the room, freezing upon seeing her sitting up in bed. Why was she awake? As his eyes drank her in, he noticed her night gown. Was she expecting him? He grinned.  

She stared at him across the room, meeting his burning gaze over that almost savage grin. She swallowed again, her breath hitching in her throat. He came. He came to her in the middle of the night. Her eyes widened. And he was half naked.  

Bare-chested, with his slacks riding low on his lean hips, he was magnificent. She wanted to ask him what he was doing, but the words clogged in her throat as he started prowling toward the bed, like the erotic, stalking beast that he was. The mattress gave way as he kneeled on the foot of the bed.  

His eyes devouring her, he licked his lips, grinning seductively. She was his for the taking.  

She saw the savage glint in his eyes an instant before his mouth came down over hers. She tried to pull away, startled, but long fingers tangled in her hair and held her still.  

The kiss was an easy, practiced slide of his mouth against hers, undemanding.  

She had expected skill, but his tenderness took her by surprise.  

His tongue caressed her lower lip, then entered her mouth in a long, erotic stroke. His mouth tasted of a sweet, spicy something she couldn’t identify. Strong hands closed gently around her shoulders, turned and lowered her to the mattress.  

She cupped her palms around the curve of his shoulders. They more than filled her hands. She sobbed in a breath as he cuddled her breasts through her nightgown.  

Strong teeth closed gently over her lower lip, gave it a cool tug, then scraped softly against the curve of her jaw until they found a tendon. Stopped to nibble. His hands slid to the collar of her teddy, clenching it in his fists.  

There was only a slight hiss as the material gave way, ripping clear down the middle.  

She felt the cool draft on her erect nipples for only a moment before his warm, long fingers covered one breast, cupping lightly.  

The dark lock falling from his forehead brushed against her feverish skin as he lowered his head to find one nipple. The heat of his claiming mouth made her spine arch. He rumbled low in his throat and licked the pointed tip. He groaned.  

She inhaled sharply.  

He gave her nipple a delicate rake with his teeth.  

Pleasure danced up her spine.  

He suckled, making her squirm. Another wicked almost-bite sent delight throbbing through her nipples as his long fingers squeezed and teased. He swirled his tongue over one tight point, then lowered his head to find the curve where her rib cage met her waist. He laved her belly button until she squirmed. His mouth and tongue started slowly moving lower… and lower…  

…  

It was all she could do to keep breathing as he bit and suckled and nibbled.  

A cascade of fire raced up her spine, tearing a gasp from her lips. She writhed as the orgasm swamped her consciousness. She screamed, convulsing against him.  

The fire took a long, long time to die.  

She was still quivering, when he slowly sat up, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her belly. She opened her eyes, dazed. And looked around at him as he pulled her onto her knees.  

He didn’t even remove his slacks, just pushed them down enough to free himself. His long erection gleamed in the moon glow.  

»Now it’s my turn,« he growled, his dark voice laced with male anticipation.  

Something hard brushed her slick opening. Her head jerked up in shock at the breadth of his shaft as he slowly impaled her, one mind-blowing inch at a time.  

He came down over her, covering her back in hard, sweaty muscle as he purred in her ear.  

She gasped as he drove in even deeper, slow, thick, and endless. Moaning, she fought to brace her hands beneath her and rise to all fours, but he caught her wrists and pinned them again, trapping her on her elbows.  

Finally, he was all the way in.  

She could only pant. She could feel her own slick interior stretching around his impaling shaft. She whimpered. She’s never been so turned on in her life.  

Then, he started to pull out. Slowly. Silk and width and heat, sliding from her deliciously. Out. And out. And out.  

And in. And in. And in.  

She whimpered.  

He chuckled darkly above her.  

The velvet amusement barely registered in the hot vise of another climax. The only response she could manage was a scream.  

The pleasure spiraled tighter and hotter until it exploded, twisting her into convulsions in the cage of his arms.  

He kept going, hot and hard, in short, ruthless strokes that drove everything else out of her mind.  

Her orgasm built even higher under his merciless assault, burning and ferocious, unlike anything she’s ever known in her life. Helpless in the grip of it, she yowled, mindless, forgetting anything and everyone else but the demanding male body above her, around her, inside her.  

She was still drowning in the fire when she heard his triumphant roar as he came, deep inside her… 

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