Soul of a Man (The Dark Souls 1)

“Yes, and you have driven me to it, you idiot!” Still not content with the damage she had inflicted upon him, Cara moved in on him again. Jericho had enough sense to know when to get the hell out of dodge and this was it. He moved to slide by the enraged woman, but she blocked his exit. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

Jericho tried tact. “Look, Cara, maybe I was wrong and read more into the situation than there was. I’m sorry.” Jericho got nervous when he saw the calculating smile begin to curl her luscious lips.

“You weren’t mistaken Jericho, in fact you were right. I was trying to do what normal couples do on a Sunday morning, and if you’re trying to keep me from caring about you, then you’re too late. You see, I have fallen in love with you and no matter how much of a jackass you show yourself to be won’t change that fact.”

“You don’t love me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Jericho, no matter how many times you deny it, you won’t change my feelings.”

This time Jericho didn’t let her stop him from leaving the room; he pushed passed her. Cara doggedly followed him down the hall. When he went into his room and slammed the door behind him, she followed. Jericho was jerking his egg stained jeans down his hips while Cara admired his firm ass while she also couldn’t help staring at his cock straining upwards. He may be furious with her, but he wanted her badly. She didn’t miss the small gleam of moisture clinging to the crest.

“Get out!”

“No, I’m not going anywhere.”

This time her words let loose a storm of fury within him. Cara could see it overtake him. His eyes darkened until they were almost black, and his muscles tightened until she thought they would surely burst from his arms. Jerking his shirt off before throwing it down on the floor, the loosened crumbs of her biscuits fell at Jericho’s feet.

Cara tried not to laugh at him, she really did, but the big, bad Indian staring back at her, looking as if he had a serious case of dandruff, did her in.

He grabbed her and pushed her up against the door. One hand buried itself in her hair, straining her neck back until she was looking into his stoic expression. He had trampled his fury down so all that was left was a coldness that Cara did not know if she would be able to reach.

“If you want to play rough, then you came to the right man. If you can dish it out, then you had better be damn prepared to handle it.” Crudely he ground himself against her, forcing her legs to part and allowing him to plaster himself closer to her.

“I can handle anything you give me.” Cara didn’t flinch from him, knowing that was what he expected of her.

If she wanted Jericho, then she had to prove to both of them that she was more than a match for him. He was a warrior, he had fought his whole life for survival, and he wouldn’t tolerate less from the woman that would finally win his heart. Cara had every intention of being that woman, whether Jericho knew it or not.

“Let’s just see, shall we.” His mocking tone left Cara in no doubt that he believed she would call a halt when things got too hot. Well, he was in for a surprise. She happened to want him as bad as he wanted her. His hand slid the shirt up her soft thighs, going immediately to grasp her wet heat, a finger plunged into her. Using a knee, he forced her legs wider so that he could move further within her.

“Jericho...” Cara could not help moaning his name. She wanted him unbelievably bad. It seemed that most of the time since she met him was spent wanting him. She ground her head back against the door.

“You’re hot for me, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear, making her shiver. His finger began to move quicker and harder within her, making her hips thrust forward as each stroke sent flames of desire burning higher until she thought she would burst. Jericho wouldn’t allow her release, though; he stilled his finger until her body pulled back from the edge of the climax he had brought her to. Cara couldn’t keep the whimpers of need from escaping.

Jericho eased away from her body until he could work the t-shirt up her waist and over her breasts. He immediately sucked a nipple into his waiting lips, suckling and nibbling until he saw that it had gone from a pale pink to a red before he moved to its twin.

Cara couldn’t keep her hips still. Desperately, she tried to grind herself against the thigh between hers, but he wouldn’t let her, moving it away. Cara felt the heat of his cock as it strained against her belly, she tried to reach for it, to put it exactly where she wanted it, but Jericho jerked her hand away, pulling it behind her back. Using the grip he had kept in her hair, he pulled her away from the door. Cara thought he would lead her to the bed, but the warrior in him didn’t have that necessity in mind.

“Get down on your knees.” His guttural voice shocked Cara. Though his face remained expressionless, his voice gave his desire away.

Cara let herself go to the floor where a braided rug protected her knees from the hardwood floor. Jericho followed her until he covered her back. His lips buried themselves in her sensitive neck while his strong hands pulled her thighs apart until he was between them, his cock at her entrance. Another whimper left her lips as he nudged at her wetness, yet did not enter.

“Jericho, please, please fuck me.” Cara didn’t care that she begged him. She wanted him to know how desperately she wanted him.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, when you beg me to.”

“I’m begging! I’m begging!”

“Not hard enough.” His lips picked a patch of skin and began to nibble at the same time his hands held Cara in place and, when she tried to reach back to touch his cock, he once again grabbed her hand.

“No, you don’t.” He rose up slightly, pulling her t-shirt over her head without allowing her arms to slide free. He maneuvered the garment until it circled both wrists now bound behind her back. He moved forward again until her forehead touched the rug. She was completely open and helpless.

“I’m going to teach you a new phrase,” he said with another seductive murmur in her ear.

“You are?”

“Yes, I am. Would you like to know what it is?”

Cara’s newfound sexual confidence began to stutter at the sexual domination he was exhibiting. “I don’t think so.”

“How about I just show you?” With that sinister tone in his voice, Cara didn’t know if she wanted him to show her anything. She felt him moving down her back, his lips grazing her spine. When he lingered at the small of her back, searching the small crevice with a slow lick of his tongue, Cara knew she was in trouble.

“Jericho…” He ignored her.

She felt his hands as they spread the cheeks of her buttocks. His lips lowered, following the crease that he had exposed. Cara tried to rise, but one hand pushed her back down until her forehead was once again on the rug. Jericho’s tongue found the rim of her anus and nibbled until she thought that her lungs would burst with the need for oxygen.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, his lips slid lower until they reached the weeping wetness they were searching for. One second he was licking, the next his tongue was buried as far as it would go within her before he would draw it out just to plunge it inside once again while his fingers were busy rubbing her clit. She ached to climax, but every time she stiffened to, he pulled back to nibble at her anus until she was a withering mess, held up only by his hands on her hips.

“Please let me come, Jericho… please… please...” Again, he ignored her. Each time he pulled her back, he would once again delve into her slick cunt. Sweat dripped down her body as the torture he imposed on her continued. There was no area of her body that he didn’t tease and taunt until Cara could not take it and her screams filled the bedroom.

It was only when she began to cry that he swiftly rose up between her thighs, circled her waist with a hard arm and pulled her hips up until her knees no longer touched the floor. He then took his cock and placed it at her entrance, sliding just the tip into her wetness; lubricating himself, moving c

loser, poised to enter her. Sobs were now tearing through her chest. She felt him removing the shirt from her wrists until they fell to her sides and he once again covered her back as he also let her knees touch the floor.

“Open for me.” Cara knew what he wanted. She moved her hand, sliding it down her quivering belly until she touched herself. Using her fingertips, she parted herself, feeling his cock waiting. This time, she knew not to try to touch him. She was rewarded by finally feeling him stroke within her.

Quickly, Cara braced herself, placing her hands on the rug as he bent over her, pushing every massive inch of his penis within her tight channel. He wasn’t gentle, no one could say Jericho was a gentle lover, but what he did was give her what she desperately needed. A hard, pounding that drove every inch of him inside her over and over again. Just when she thought that she could not possibly take him deeper, he pushed her thighs wider and gave her another inch. The force he was fucking her with made her slide across the rug. His hands left her hips to hold onto her shoulders, holding her still.

“Do you still love me?” his voice hissed out between his gritted teeth.

“Yes, Jericho! Yes!”