Ward's Castle

HENDRIX

“I feel awkward.”Lila fidgets with the hem of her shirt.

“Don’t be. We’re finally alone.” The house has emptied out of the detectives and Mari, and even her father, who came to plead on her behalf. I brush her hands aside and help her off with her pants.

“You didn’t have to turn down that deal on my behalf.”

Kovalenko had wanted me to bring out the contract right there so he could sign it in front of me. An act of penance, he’d said. “I don’t want to be in business with that family.”

“It’s a lot of money.”

“Arms up.” I lift the T-shirt over her head. “Even if the business goes on to be very successful without me, I won’t regret it. Money comes and goes but relationships linger.”

“Are you sure?” She rubs her hands against her bare arms. “You might regret this later.”

“Have you seen me not take something if I want it?” I drape a robe across her shoulders so that she doesn’t feel exposed.

“You are a little presumptuous,” she admits with a small smile.

I dispose of my own clothes in quick succession and wink when she releases a small squeak at the sight of my cock bobbing in the air. “Exactly, sweetheart.” I take her hand and lead her over to the bed. She’s shed her initial self-consciousness and is now openly gawking at my body. I’m glad that she likes it. I’m glad that all those hours at the gym to keep in shape are pleasing to her eye. I rub a hand over my abs, continuing downward until I have my erection in my grip. I squeeze the tip and then the base so that I don’t shoot my wad all over her pretty face.

She reaches out. “Can I?” Her hand hovers over my cock.

I swallow a groan and nod. “It’s all yours. Touch it as much as you want.”

I drop my own grip and lace my hands behind my head. She explores me tentatively. Her soft hands whisper over the prominent veins of my shaft. When she curves her palm around the sensitive head, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and my vision turns black.

Carefully, I reach down and pull her away. “Sorry, darling, that’s all I can take. I’ve got a razor-thin hold on my self-control, and I want this to last more than a half second.”

“But I’m not done,” she pouts. “And you said that I could touch you as much as I want.”

“Later, when I’m spent, that applies, but if you want this big guy inside of you, we’ll have to hold off on that. Scoot back now. I need a taste.”

I push her legs open, making space for my large frame, and kiss her softly. Her tenseness fades at that first tender interaction. I go slowly, first kissing the crest of her sex and moving down between the folds to the secret, forbidden puckered circle of skin. I kiss all the hidden parts and all the exposed ones until her legs are splayed wide and her hands are deep in my hair. I add my tongue, lapping at her essence, arrowing inside the hot cavern, scooping out her love onto my tongue until my head is full of her scent. Above me, she moans and sighs. Her legs move restlessly as she begins a slow climb up to the precipice. My cock hangs heavy between my legs. The need to be inside her is like a red, relentless wave battering at my self-control.

She finally comes, spilling onto my tongue and flooding my soul.

I rise up and position myself at her entrance. “Ready, darling?”

“For you? Always and forever.” The words are husky. Drops of moisture decorate her eyelashes like tiny diamonds. Sincerity colors every word. I’m broken for her. This woman will hold me in the palm of her hand forever. Anything she asks of me, I will do without question.

Kill for her. Live for her. Love for her.

I push the broad head of my cock inside. Her eyes open wide, and her lips part. “Oh, I don’t kno—” she begins.

“Eyes on me,” I order when her gaze falls between us. Her body tenses, and fear flashes across her face. She scans my expression for reassurance. I give her a lazy, easy smile and press forward. Her tight body accepts me this time. “See, easy.”

“You say that, but your body isn’t the one being invaded by a giant foreign object.”

I shout with laughter. “Those kinds of compliments are only going to get you railed harder.”

She giggles, too, and I slide in even farther. “We’re almost home, darling. Let me in just a little more…that’s right…there we go. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

I’d smile, but the sensations are overwhelming, the heat is blistering, wet, tight. My body grows rigid as I drive into her in even, rhythmic strokes. Sweat pours down the sides of my face as I battle the urge to come. Not until her. She goes first. Always.

“Come for me,” I say. My demands and pleas are one and the same. Her body contracts, and then her cunt walls flutter around my shaft like a thousand butterflies are battling against the wind.

My own orgasm overtakes me as the red wave of ecstasy that I’d held back breaks through, crashing through the walls of my self-control. I hammer into her, holding her hips tightly in one hand, bracing my whole body by an elbow at her head.

She comes, crying, laughing, gasping my name. I pump the last of my seed inside her sex, filling her up until she’s overflowing.

“I love you,” I declare in some kind of guttural primitive grunt. She understands me, though. Her arms close around my shoulders, and she brings me close. I kiss her, sealing her mouth with my promise that I will love her unto the end, and nothing shall part us.