Darkest Nyte Page 15

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  "Lucinda?"

  Her eyes fluttered open and a face, obscured by darkness, stared down at her. Her body felt hot and slick. And very needy.

  "Lucinda, are you all right?"

  Nyte’s voice.

  "Yes, I’m fine." Her voice sounded almost like a purr. It must have been a dream--Nyte holding her, stroking her. Only a dream, but she wanted it to be real. Her body ached for his touch.

  "You cried out."

  Yes. He had filled her with pleasure and she’d moaned his name. The memory of that intense, shattering experience sent goose bumps quivering across her flesh. She slid her arms over her head and stretched, reveling in the tingling excitement washing over every part of her.

  "Just a dream," she murmured, a note of regret in her voice.

  He knelt beside her and stroked her hair from her eyes. His touch sent her already sensitized skin thrumming with pleasure. The comforter had slipped to her waist and she felt his gaze wander over her moonlit shoulders then down to her breasts.

  "I see." He smiled and eased closer, his lips only a breath away. "It sounded like a very exciting dream."

  His hand trailed across her shoulders and down her neck. Her nerve endings tingled at his touch. The memory of anger curled through the edges of her awareness, but the delicious feeling of desire brushed it away. Her eyelids dropped closed and she arched her chest upward, longing for his touch. He groaned, then she felt his hands cup her breasts. The incredible sensation of his warm palms surrounding her ignited the long suppressed yearning within her.

  She couldn’t contain herself. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, pressing her mouth to his. Her lips moved with a passion that surprised them both. She needed him closer, so she tugged him onto the bed with her. As his bare chest slid across her body her nipples thrust outward, burning through the satin fabric and he groaned again.

  He scooped his arms around her and pulled her to a sitting position, then flattened his hands on each side of her face and eased his mouth away, denying her the tingling excitement of his lips.

  "Lucinda, tell me what you want." The words came out strained and hoarse.

  Wasn’t it obvious? She curled her fingers around the back of his head into the silky mass of his hair and drew him forward again, seeking the exhilaration of his mouth on hers again. She moved her lips persuasively, pushing her tongue forward to plunder his inner warmth. He responded enthusiastically. She slid her hands down his hard chest, past the rippled muscles of his stomach, then glided over the enormous bulge straining against his briefs. Her insides melted at the thought of slipping her fingers beneath the flimsy fabric and stroking his rigid, pulsing erection. Thoughts of it sliding inside her, catapulting her to ecstasy caught her breath like wool dragged across course sandpaper. He grabbed her hands and tugged them away.

  "Lucinda, I need to hear you say it. What do you want?"

  She stared into his moonlit eyes and drew in a deep breath. "I want you." She tugged her hands free and dropped one narrow strap of her nightgown off her shoulder. "I need you." She dropped the other, watching him lick his lips as he watched her every move.

  When she peeled away the clinging fabric, revealing her breasts the effect of the cool air, magnified by his burning gaze, caused her nipples to pucker. His eyes fell closed and he gulped. He opened them again and stared straight at her face. "Lucinda, I...."

  She took his hand and placed it on her bare breast. His warmth covering her felt incredible. His fingers tightened around her and her nipple peaked into his palm. She hooked her hands around his neck and pressed her forehead against his.

  "Nyte, I want you to make love to me." She arched against his hand. "Please."

  The words seemed to unleash something in him. Whatever control he’d been wielding, collapsed in an instant. She felt herself propelled backwards onto the bed.

  His lips surrounded her nipple and exquisite pleasure rippled through her.

  "Oh, Nyte."

  His hand found her other breast and the alternate sensations of moist on one side, dry on the other, claimed her entire attention. She lived in the peaks of her breasts. All pleasure came from those two points.

  Until his other hand started to move.

  Down her belly.

  Past her navel.

  Curling around into her warmth.

  She arched her lower body, desperate for more. He slid his finger the length of her moist opening and she moaned.

  "You’re ready for me, sweetheart. As ready as I am for you."

  His mouth moved to hers, his tongue sliding between her lips and thrusting inside.

  "I’ve waited so long for you, Lucinda. More centuries than I’d care to count." He sounded as breathless as she felt. His lips traversed a gentle path across her cheek, then he kissed her temple. "I can’t wait to join with you. To complete our bond and banish this aching emptiness." He nuzzled her ear as he shifted over her. "Next time will be slow, I promise."

  She felt his hot, rigid penis slide across her thighs, then press against her opening.

  This was it! In a moment, all barriers between them would be gone.

  Despite the intensity of the pleasure he invoked in her, she tensed.

  "Nyte, wait, I--"

  She felt his muscles tense.

  "Wait?" He dipped down to her breast and trailed his tongue over her nipple. Need sizzled through her. "Do you really want me to stop?"

  No, oh God, no.

  But she had to tell him of her inexperience. Being a passionate fan of romance novels, she knew that a man usually got upset if he didn’t know about his lover’s virginal status until after the fact. And if he did know, he became very protective and tender--which Nyte already was--but she wanted her initiation into the world of experienced women to be slow and gentle, and the fire blazing between them threatened that prospect. The major flaw in her plan was that she’d seen more than one hero back off at this point.

  She hoped this one didn’t.

  She clung to him. "I absolutely do not want you to stop. I just...."

  The tension in his shoulders flowed away and he smiled his cocky grin, which did little to fuel her confidence in what she had to say. He was so sure of himself. She felt way out of her depth in every way with him.

  His grin ebbed and he slid his hands to her face, grasping it between his warm fingers and gazing deeply into her eyes.

  "What is it, little one? What are you trying to tell me?"

  "I ... uh ... well, you see I’ve never...."

  His expression was intent. She trailed her hands over his and guided them away from her face, needing a little distance. His fingers twined with hers and he waited patiently for her explanation.

  "I know this may be hard to believe but ... this will be the first time I’ve ever made love."

  "The first time?" He smiled broadly. "I had guessed as much."

  "Is that a crack?" she demanded, uncertainty skittering through her.

  He cradled her face in his hands again, staring at her through eyes lit with an inner glow, then he kissed her gently. "Not at all."

  She shifted a bit, stretching out one leg. "Good, because ... well, I don’t take intimacy lightly."

  His arms scooped around her and pulled her close to him again, his lips grazing her cheek. "I know. And I’ve been insensitive." He planted a long, quivering trail of kisses down her cheek and along her neck. Her nipples tightened painfully. "I want to make this very special for you."

  "It will be," she responded huskily, slipping her arms around his neck, anxious to continue.

  He disengaged himself gently from her embrace.

  "No, I mean really special."

  He swept one arm through the air. Lucinda watched his hand as it moved and saw the room change, as though his hand washed the room in a white light. All the bright, jewel tones faded and around her now was a sparkling white room. The bedclothes were white silk, the comforter boasting an intricate white on w
hite pattern screaming of femininity. A canopy of soft, gauzy cloth swept over the bed and billowed down the corner posts.

  The wall opposite the bed was almost completely glass, overlooking a breathtaking ocean view, the surf rolling in over the white, sandy beach. The sun, fat and orange, hung over the horizon as though suspended, flirting with the waves below. The sky blended from periwinkle blue to dark indigo, while oranges and pinks and yellows laced the cotton clouds along the way. The white room reflected the crystalline colors and Lucinda felt awash in the beauty of the sunset.

  "It’s lovely." Lucinda sighed. As she leaned forward to see more of the vista outside, she felt the pull of fabric on her arms and realized her gown had changed. She rose and examined the white, diaphanous outfit she now wore. The sleeves were long and loose, as was the body, and it flowed fluidly to the floor. It was white, but certainly not virginal. It covered her from neck to toe, but the fabric was so sheer, she might as well have been naked. As Nyte’s gaze traveled the length of her body, she felt a tightening inside that whispered urgent need.

  "So are you," he whispered. "Come here."

  He stood and opened his arms. She went to him willingly, accepting him as the day accepts the night.

  He wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her in pure bliss. She had never felt so cherished. As her lips found his, her need for him became almost painful.

  He scooped her into his arms, then laid her on the bed. As he sat beside her, his dark eyes glimmering in the light of the setting sun, a profound feeling of rightness swept through her.

  He smiled and parted the front of her gown. Then his smile transformed to a look of wonder as his gaze caressed her body, from neck to toe, then back again.

  "You are so beautiful." The awe in his voice made her quiver with pleasure.

  She reached up and touched his cheek, needing to feel him. He cupped his hand around hers, pressing her fingers against his whisker roughened skin. When he shifted his mouth to her palm, she sucked in a breath then sighed at the exquisite tingle of his lips on her flesh.

  His hair swept across her chest like the whisper of black silk and she tangled her fingers through it and drew him toward her. Her lips parted as his neared. When they touched, she circled her arms around him, and arched her body to his. The feel of his hard, warm chest pressed against her sensitized breasts made her gasp. He flicked his tongue into her mouth and she met it eagerly. Moist flesh entwined with moist flesh, sending her pulse escalating to the stars.

  More. She needed so much more.

  As though hearing her silent plea, he shifted his mouth to nuzzle the base of her throat and his hands captured her breasts. Then he moved lower and his mouth claimed one peak. She moaned, aroused by the enchanting thrill of it. He teased her nipple with his tongue then drew it deep into his mouth. The tip throbbed with pleasure.

  He moved to the other, his fingers keeping the first entertained. Soon she lost coherent hold on time, caught up in the pleasurable rhythm of his welcome onslaught. His mouth moved downward, his breath and the delicate feel of his lips caressing her ribs, followed by the whisper touch of his long, silky hair, sent tingles prancing across her skin. He dabbed his tongue into her navel, then continued in a southward progression. As his mouth moved over her private curls, part of her felt a blushing need to pull him back up, away from her most intimate place, but the rest of her took a quick vote and overrode what was clearly a minority suggestion.

  At the last minute, he detoured sideways, then down her thigh, to her knee, sending delicious sensations curling through her lower body. As he moved upward along her inner thigh, her legs eased open, allowing him easy access. He kissed and licked the sensitive flesh at the top of her thigh, then moved down her other thigh to her knee, then back up again. Her insides screamed for him to get to it. She wanted attention front and center right now. As he neared her moist opening, she arched her lower body in anticipation. He licked her and she cried out. His devastating tongue slipped inside her briefly--too briefly--then slid the length of her inner labia, first one side, then the other. He lapped at the moist folds of flesh, then drew them into his mouth and she moaned her pleasure. His hands caressed her hips, then he slid one hand to her moistness. As his tongue slipped in and out of her, his finger found her clitoris and brushed against the sensitive, intensely pleasurable spot, working powerful magic on her senses.

  "Oh, Nyte. Yes."

  He smiled up at her, then shifted his tongue to her clit while slipping two fingers inside her. He swirled and pulsed against her nub, alternately licking, sucking and tapping with the tip of his devilish tongue until the sensations built to the point where she knew she’d explode. She grasped his head, tangling her fingers in his flowing hair, an upsurge of pleasure pulsing through her. Her every sense focused on the fluttery, thrumming delight radiating from his touch. He thrust against her clit again, catapulting her to ecstasy.

  The long trailing moan that erupted from her throat fueled her ride to heaven.

  Once her breathing slowed a little, she became aware of the warmth of Nyte’s body stretched out beside her. She felt something twined around her legs and realized she still wore the white gown. She shimmied out of it and tossed it onto the floor, then shifted onto her back again, smiling up at Nyte.

  "Now what?" she asked, stretching her body in as enticing a manner as she could.

  He kissed her, then prowled over her.

  "Now I think we’re ready for this."

  She felt his long, hot erection fall across her stomach.

  "Wait a second," she murmured. "I want to touch you."

  She’d never handled a real penis and it fascinated her. She reached down between them and wrapped her fingers around it. It was bigger around than her wrist and as long as Merlin’s tail. She ran her fingertip around the underside of the mushroom-shaped head.

  "Oh, baby, I love that," he rumbled.

  She stroked the length of him, pumping his flesh up and down, mesmerized by how the skin moved over the steel-hard muscle beneath.

  He grabbed her wrist.

  "Sweetheart, I can’t take any more of that. I’d love you to satisfy your curiosity--anytime, but now."

  She drew her hand away and kissed along his jawline, then smiled.

  "Alright, as long as you have some other way to entertain me."

  His eyes sparked with devilish intent.

  "Oh, I think I’ll manage."

  He pressed the tip of his enormous rod against her slick opening, then slowly sank into her a couple of inches, then paused. The feeling of being stretched by the hot, bulbous head of his massive penis intoxicated her. He kissed her.

  "How are you doing, sweetheart?"

  "Mmm. Wonderful."

  She felt no pain and she was certain Nyte and his magic had something to do with that.

  He pushed forward again, slowly, allowing her body to adapt, until they were fully joined, his shaft totally immersed in her depths. He watched her face, his midnight eyes intent, filled with strong, sobering emotion, drawing her gaze like a magnet. Slowly, he drew back, his penis caressing her vagina with exquisite pleasure. As he pushed forward again, she raised her pelvis to meet him. He made several more slow strokes, then increased his rhythm. His compelling gaze remained locked with hers as his smooth strokes transformed to deep thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him, opening wider to allow him deeper access.

  Her desire escalated to a raging urgency that demanded satisfaction.

  Despite the waves of passion pounding through her body, she was awed by the ethereal quality of the experience. It was as though she lived it on several planes of reality at once.

  As his penis plunged into the depths of her body, she clung to him, crying out his name on a ribbon of sound. His soul entwined with hers as pleasure swept her away. Her senses expanded into infinite, timeless bliss.

  As they mounted the peak of ecstasy, Nyte called out to her, "Lucinda, my love, never leave me."

  The powerful need
in his voice stunned her, but then she slipped over the edge to paradise, and felt the long, sweet free fall of release.

  Afterward, he cradled her close, holding her against the side of his long, lean body. Nyte had loved her as though she were a celestial being he only had one chance to capture with his gentle persuasion, but he had no need to worry. Lucinda knew she had been changed forever by this man. She would never stop needing him.

  She sighed in contentment and surrendered to sleep, secure in the warmth of his embrace.

  Chapter 13

  Lucinda woke up to the feel of Nyte’s strong, warm body pressed against her back, his arms snugly around her waist. Erotic images of their night of passion bounded through her brain. Lingering sensations flitted across her nerve endings like a firefly across a meadow. His palm pressed flat against her belly, his fingertips grazing her ribs.

  Her body began to tingle everywhere his body contacted hers, starting at his fingertips, trembling across her stomach, around her hips, then the length of her body, until she was a mass of quivering need. Her breasts swelled, her nipples pushing erect, hungering for his touch.

  She wanted to turn around and press against him, to seduce him into another bout of passionate lovemaking.

  At least, her body wanted to do that, but the logical, almost-thinking side of her wanted to consider what had happened. To figure out exactly what it meant.

  She had formed a Love Bond with Nyte, and that thought absolutely terrified her.

  She had to get a little distance from him so she could think. She eased forward, trying to slip out of his arms, but he tightened them.

  "Where are you going, little one?" His words, deep and husky, rumbled from his chest.

  "I ... uh, think it’s time to get up."

  He nuzzled the back of her neck with his lips and she felt tingles dance the length of her spine. Despite urging to the contrary, her muscles relaxed. His fingers slid up her rib cage to the bottom of her breast. As he cupped her, her nipple puckered in delightful readiness.