This Time Tomorrow (Phenomenal Fate 2)

This was not a kiss for the sake of kissing. It was memorization. Seeking. Trying to find what she liked, locating it, giving her so much that she could barely stand the pleasure. She liked Elias looming over her, kissing down into her mouth. Roughly. She tipped her face up to receive the hot, sensual treatment and he gave, allowing her no time for thought, for breath. There was only her femininity being savored by his maleness. There was only demands being made and met and satisfaction wracking her.

There was a major difference this time. His hands clutched the flesh of her bare derriere tightly and his hands were so large, the pads of his fingertips were nearly on top of her exposed back entrance—no, they were. They brushed against it and she whined in his grip, her heels unhooking, thighs widening so he could hit more of her with every thrust.

“I don’t know much longer I get of this heaven.” His voice emerged thick against her lips. Choked. “Let me spend it making you come.”

The lust was too much to bear. She didn’t want to think about why giving him another piece of her was a bad idea, she only wanted to feel. “If you don’t, I’m going to die.”

Elias tucked her head under his chin protectively and in a blur of darkness and shadows, she was laid down on the bed. She could barely see a thing, only the barest outline of Elias as he dropped into a kneel, gripping her knees and dragging her to the edge of the bed with strong, insistent hands. The action caused the wet T-shirt to bunch above her breasts, leaving her naked from the neck down before Elias and it struck her how right it felt. Showing him. Being seen by him.

And she couldn’t pause to consider why. Not when his hot mouth landed on her inner right thigh, branding her, licking the sensitive flesh. “Tell me you’ve ached for me. Admit it to me now when it’s just the two of us and you’re finally giving me a taste of this pussy.”

Her body fairly vibrated, her teeth chattering. “I’ve ached for it.”

“For me, damn you.” He bashed a fist off his chest. “For me.”

Roksana bit down on her lower lip to keep the confession, the truth, from escaping.

Elias laughed darkly, his mouth traveling to the opposite thigh, pushing it open and exposing her further. The very tip of his tongue licked a path to her femininity, parting the folds and teasing up and back. “Admit you’re wet every time you pass me in a room. Wishing I’d tug that pretty ass up against my lap. Wishing I’d cup you through those leather pants and play with all this sweetness until you scream. I need to hear you say it.”

She could hear her own heartbeat rapping in her ear, could hear the acceleration of her breath and all she could do was grip the bedclothes, arch her back and pray he would end her suffering without demanding the price of her soul.

“Elias, please.”

“Roksana.” He kissed her hungrily, dragging his stiff upper lip side to side on her throbbing clit, groaning at whatever he tasted. Whatever discovery he made. His tongue swirled around the rim of her entrance, mouth opening so wide she could feel the rasp of his chiseled chin on her backside. He licked, prodded and lapped without cease. “Please.”

She shook her head, trying to fight through the long-awaited sensations that cascaded through her. God, she needed this. Needed him. Release. But she wasn’t going to strip herself down to nothing to have it, was she?

You have the heart of a pathetic, sniveling woman, instead of a warrior.

You chose a man over loyalty.

Inessa’s words came back to her in a blinding rush and guilt flooded in from all sides. She jackknifed on the bed, twisting and bounding off the other side. Cold air met the feverish heat of her body and she didn’t know whether she was hot or freezing. Betrayer. Traitor. To her friends and their memory. To her mother who gave her chances she didn’t deserve. Her arms came up to shield her breasts, sexual frustration making a sob stick in her throat.

“I have to get out of here.” She turned in an awkward circle, her body still engulfed in flames. “I-I have to get out of here. What am I doing?”

“Roksana,” he rasped, followed by the sound of his fist bashing into the wall, busting the plaster wide open. “I…fucked this up. Just wait.”

“No. I have the game in a couple of hours and I don’t even have a weapon. I am unworthy of this task. I am unprepared.” Hating the way her voice shook, she felt her way around the room, locating a candle and matches on the kitchen counter, lighting them.