Silken Rapture (Princes of the Underground 2)

“I’m sorry,” he said. She sensed him moving behind her, and again tried to get her hair out of her eyes and turn over on the bed. Again, he placed his hand at the small of her back, stilling her. She gasped when she felt his finger penetrate her anus. It was slick with some sort of slippery substance. She moaned in rising pleasure as he loosened and lubricated her.

“I must do this, lovely. To show you are mine. Only mine.” She went still, her eyes going wide when he pressed the crown of his cock against her anus. “I will be very gentle.”

“I’m not afraid,” she whispered. She was a little surprised to know what she’d said was true, for Blaise was large, and she didn’t have experience with this delicate maneuver.

He held one buttock open as he presented his cock to her body. His fingers caressed her gently. “Try and relax, if you can,” he instructed. “It will help if you push back on me. You must be the one to let me in.”

Isabel responded immediately, hungry to have him possess her even if there was some discomfort. If Blaise wanted to do this, then she did. Her heart was so full in that moment, she would have done much more to offer him some small measure of the joy he afforded her.

He grunted when she pushed so firmly that his cockhead slipped into her body.

“Hold still,” he grated out, his tone a little desperate.

She held her breath until her lungs burned. She sensed him trying to gather himself behind her. When he grabbed both of her hips with his hands, Isabel determinedly pushed back again. They both gasped raggedly as he slid several more inches into her. It seemed he had lubricated his cock with the slippery, silky substance as well.

“That is enough,” he barked. She used one hand to sweep her long hair out of her face. She glanced around at him, one cheek still on the silk duvet. He gave her a wild-eyed glance.

“I don’t want to lose control. You’re so precious to me,” he muttered.

“I won’t break,” she pleaded in a whisper.

His groan seemed to be ripped out of him. He flexed his hips and began to fuck her ass rapidly with the first half of his penis. Now that he was in her, all the pain had faded. There was only raw, dark pleasure. The sensation of having his cock in her ass was exciting to her in a forbidden way. Because of his nature, he could evoke unusually strong, rapid responses from a woman. He could make her climax without ever touching her sex. He could make her lost in a dizzying world of sensation and bliss.

But this…this was for him. A quick half-glance at his rigid, transported expression told her that.

“Do it harder,” she murmured.

Every muscle in his body seemed ready to burst from tension. Despite her plea, he continued to be careful of her, fucking her ass with restraint. For some reason, the whole thing made her terribly aroused. She slid her hand beneath her hips and rubbed her hungry clit while she listened to his grunts and growls of satisfaction.

A moment later he withdrew. She came in a hot, delicious rush to the sensation of him ejaculating on her skin.

“I’m sorry. I had to do it,” he murmured next to her ear a moment later as he held her close on the bed.

“I’m not sorry,” she whispered, turning her face and brushing her lips against his. They both lay on their sides, facing one another, his arms surrounding her. “What do you mean, you had to do it?” she asked slowly as she examined his face.

“I only meant I wanted you to know I could control my base nature. I can control my animal aggression, Isabel. Always. That’s what I learned tonight. And Isabel?”

“Yes?” she whispered, a little awestruck by his solemn manner.

“I wanted to prove to you that I have control, because there will come a moment when you must trust me to show even more control than I have tonight.”

Something reared in her memory…something Usan had transferred to her through their joined hands. The ephemeral thread quickly sank back into the darkness.

“I don’t understand.”

“Now is not the time for you to understand. It will come, though. Very soon. And when it does, you must make the choice of whether you will trust enough to participate in the ritual or not,” he said, and she realized he’d read her mind. “There is one more thing I must do to claim my soul…to claim you, Isabel. Now I know I can do it, because I could never cause you harm. Never. I care about you too much.” He pushed her head down to his chest and stroked her hair and cheek. A tear leaked from her eye and dropped to his skin, wetting him. His fingertips massaged her scalp, and Isabel felt as if her heart would burst through her chest, it was so full.

“Even though my need seems boundless, even though it seems as if my hunger for you will never be satisfied, my g

reed is exceeded by something greater,” he said, his voice a rough, lyrical anthem in her ear. “I could never harm you, Isabel. Never. Because you are my very soul. That is what I learned tonight.”

“Blaise,” she whispered feelingly.

He rolled her onto her back and came down over her.

“There is one other thing I must ask of you,” he said.

“Anything.”