Dark Promises (Dark 25)

She brushed kisses over each of his eyes. They had gone dark, a deep green that filled with hunger. With lust. With something she didn't dare name, but which set her heart pounding and the pulse between her legs throbbing. She kissed his nose, that straight, aristocratic nose that was strong and fit perfectly in his masculine, very manly face. She kissed either side of his oh-so-talented mouth.

"I love your mouth," she whispered into it. "I love the way you kiss me and the way it feels between my legs when you're devouring me. So ravenous. I love the sound of your voice. You're mine, Aleksei, and I'm claiming you for myself. Every inch of you." She felt very daring. His eyes went even darker. Sexier. Pure sensuality.

She kissed her way along his jaw--that stubborn, very masculine jaw, always shadowed in a way she thought was sexy. "I love this short, dark shadow feeling so sexy on the insides of my thighs, the brush of it over my belly and grinding into my sex. It's the most amazing, sensual, sinful thing I've ever felt in my life and it's pure you."

She gave him that. He deserved that. He could make her come apart just by looking at her, but when he got down to business, there was nothing to compare. She wanted to make her exploration good for him, sexy for him, in the way he made it for her. She whispered her confessions to him, trusting that he understood what she was giving him and that he'd hold it precious.

She blazed a trail of kisses down his throat and across his neck to spend a few moments on his ear, and then his pulse where it beat so strongly in his neck. "I like that your heartbeat is always so strong and steady. I can rely on that--rely on your strength. Even when you scare me to death, I feel safe with you. I don't know why and I don't even care. You make me feel that way. I need that. I love it, and I love that you give that to me."

She kissed her way across his shoulders. She loved how broad they were, like a huge axe-handle, his arms powerful and roped with muscle. She loved the tattoo, although it was so different, etched into his very skin, not with ink, but with something razor sharp.

She moved down, over his chest, ignoring her growing hunger. She wanted to taste him, to fill herself with his essence, but she had a plan and she was sticking to it. She would have all of him today. She would let him know he was hers in a way that could never be taken back.

"I love your chest, the muscle here and your abs that go on forever." She used her tongue to trace them, sliding down his hips, closing her eyes when her legs straddled his and she was so open. He could smell her welcoming scent, but she refused to be embarrassed. Not this time. Maybe never again. He was hers, and she was taking what was hers. She had the courage to do that much.

Her hands slid over his hot skin, noting how hard he was. There was no real give to his body, but she liked that, too. She felt his hands in her hair, and loved the way he seemed to like the way it fell over his body in sheets. She loved the way his muscles rippled as she got close to his cock.

She lifted up more so she could look at him. At what was hers. For her. Only for her. She would never have to worry about him finding another woman attractive. He belonged to her and he was wholly focused on her. She was in his mind now, and she knew the truth of that.

The knowledge made her feel beautiful and special in a way she never thought she could. He was big. Powerful. Thick. Long. She couldn't believe he could fit inside her, but he did and he was perfect. She stroked her hands down the thick column of his thighs. Trailed fingers inside, pushing his legs apart.

Aleksei accommodated her and when she glanced up to look at him, her stomach curled into a hot wave and blood rushed through her, pounding right in her clit. His eyes were pure sensuality. Erotic. Hot. Filled with lust. His fingers remained gentle in her hair, but she could feel the growing hunger in him. She needed to speed things up or she wouldn't get her way.

Her hands cupped his heavy sac. Velvet soft. She rolled her fingers gently and then bent to press kisses over him. She heard his gasp and she smiled. She was definitely making a statement. She sucked him into her mouth, her tongue teasing and her hands exploring. He nearly came off the mattress, but he didn't. He gave her that. But he growled.

"Kessake, whatever you are going to do, you'd best be doing it," he warned.

"You like this. I knew you would," she said. She licked up his shaft, all the way, curling her tongue around it, flicking at the underside of the crown.

His fingers tightened into fists in her hair. "You are killing me, Gabrielle."

He never shortened her name, and she liked that, too. She liked the bite of his fingers in her scalp. She liked the rough in his voice. Mostly she liked what she was doing. She hadn't thought she would so much, but the moment her tongue swirled around the crown and she tasted him, that addicting masculine taste that was pure Aleksei, she knew she wanted more. All of it. And she was going to have it.

She took her time. He wanted her to hurry, she could feel the urgency building in him. He growled more than once when she pulled him deep into her mouth, taking in as much as she could, even though he stretched her mouth, just as he did her feminine sheath, but it was so good. So perfect. His hips bucking gently, his hand suddenly clamping down around hers, making her fist even tighter as she worked him.

"That is enough, Gabrielle," he bit out, between his clenched teeth. "You have to stop before it is too late."

She wanted it to be too late. She suckled deep and strong, using her tongue, flicking at the spot that made him go so crazy. She worked him with her fist, gliding up and down just as she did with her mouth. Tight. Hot. Wet. So hard. Velvet over steel. She loved that.

You said I could have whatever I wanted. I want this.

There was silence. She glanced up to meet his gaze and her heart nearly stopped at what she saw there, although her mouth didn't. His eyes glittered, so dark now with lust she felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her own body. His expression was nearly savage and she knew she was pushing his control, but she wanted this. Really, really wanted this.

Please, Aleksei. Give this to me.

She saw the sudden capitulation.

Turn around. Get yo

ur ass up here. I want my mouth between your legs. That is the only way you get this.

Her sex spasmed. Hard. Without taking him from her mouth, she turned her body, slowly straddling his chest, then his face, giving him what he wanted. At the first flick of his tongue her entire body shuddered and then came apart. That was how much she liked what she was doing.

She had to pause and pant a little with her body fragmenting. He didn't stop, he lapped at her, suckled and flicked with his tongue, inspiring her. She focused on him, on his taste and following the heightening pleasure she felt in his mind. She wanted this for him. She wanted to give him this. Her idea. Her gift. Although she was beginning to realize she was being a little selfish because she liked it so much.

She moaned, the sound vibrating through his cock. His breath hissed out of him right through his clenched teeth, a long, slow rush of raw desire.

"Right there, kislany, that is perfection."

She liked the power, but more, she liked bringing him pleasure. He made her feel whole. Complete. When she was with him like this, no matter how bad things were in her mind, she wasn't alone, she wasn't afraid, and she was happy. Alive. He made her feel so alive and vibrant.

His hips began to move, turning aggressive. She kept her fist around the base of his cock but took him as deep as she could, feeling the fire spread through him. The streaks of lightning she gave to him. That was all Gabrielle. The feel of him moving in her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair, was exhilarating.

I love this, Aleksei. I love that you feel so good and I make you feel that way.

His mouth moved from between her legs and he caught her head in hard hands. He pushed in deeply almost before she could grab a deep breath. She relaxed, taking him deep as he thrust. He swelled, jerked, pulsed. Filled her throat with the aphrodisiac that was exclusively Aleksei. He pulsed over and over and she kept up with him with difficulty but determination.

"My turn, kessake," he hissed from between his teeth. "I get you the way I want you now. You have had your fun."