The Surrender: Falling In Part 27

Lucian rolled her to her back and moved on top of her, balancing his weight on his forearms, trapping her close. Restraint was no longer an option. It was beyond his will to deny himself her offering a moment longer. He longed for the intimate bonding that came with the physical act of possessing her wholly.

Their tongues licked and lips kissed. He pressed deep into her heat, needing to bury himself, irrevocable, in some secreted part of her soul no other man would ever know. She arched and called his name as he thrust back in hard and deep. Again and again, he took her with long deep strokes.

Her body gripped his. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. He sucked at the tender flesh of her throat, biting softly as she throbbed against him, milking his own climax with her contracting s.e.x. His release burst from him with sureness and bathed her womb.

It wasn't until that moment it occurred to him that there was nothing between them. No emotional barriers, no lies, no obstacles, and no protection. He thrust again, wanting her womb to take his seed, wanting, needing to find her belly swollen in the coming months with his child.

As the aftermath of their climaxes faded, their hands refused to let go. His face pressed into the curve of her shoulder and he breathed her in, memorizing her feel, committing this moment to memory, knowing their lives would be forever changed from this moment on.

Chapter 35.

Amateur A rare term only relevant when an untried player faces a master Lucian's mind roused with the sense that he was being watched. He breathed and Evelyn's soft fragrance filled him with warmth. Opening his eyes, he found her at his side, chin perched on hand as she rested on her elbow. Her amazing eyes were fixed on him.

"Good morning," he whispered.

Sleep had restored some of the radiance to her eyes. The skin under them was no longer drawn or bruised. She smiled. "Good morning. Did you know you're entirely too beautiful for a man?"

"Should I pay someone to break my nose?"

"I'm sure you could find someone willing to do it for free," she teased and yipped when he rolled on top of her.

Her body was a soft sanctuary for his. He kissed her sweetly. Against her mouth he whispered, "Is that so?"

She giggled, her lips curving under his. "But anyone who'd want to hurt you wouldn't really know you. I know you Lucian Patras, and you're nothing like the hard-a.s.s you pretend to be."

He stilled, schooling his playful behavior. "Don't be so sure, Evelyn," he said with total gravity. "I take care of the people I love, but those who betray me live to regret it. I didn't come this far by being easily maneuvered. Never doubt I'm in complete control of myself and those around me."

He regretted his words as a bit of the lightheartedness washed from her eyes. Her days had been wrought with hardship and he wanted to take away the pain. He softened his disposition and pinned her arms above her head with nowhere to move as his body boxed her in. He ran a thumb over the crest of her soft cheek.

"You don't intimidate me, Lucian," she whispered brazenly.

"Well, that's good. I don't want to intimidate you. I want to master you, love you so thoroughly, know you completely, in a way no one else ever has, and that doesn't happen when one feels threatened, coerced, or intimidated. I'd say we're making progress."

When her silver eyes moved as if calculating some in-depth equation, he knew she was overthinking things. He wished he could read her thoughts.

"What're you thinking?" he asked.

"I'm wondering, now that you have me here, what you are going to do with me."

His cheek pulled and his lips twitch as he fought a smile. He moved his knees between hers and nudged her body open. Heat from between her thighs scorched him. His erection fell heavily onto her soft tummy. He pressed his hips seductively and she arched into his suggestive hold.

"I believe I'm going to f.u.c.k you and you're going to let me."

Her lashes lowered and her gray eyes deepened with darker hues of blue. Her hands began to reach for him, but he pinned them to the pillows again. Uncertainty momentarily flashed in those stormy eyes.

"I want you, Evelyn, and I want you to let me take you. When I want, how I want, you are to be mine. Do you call checkmate?"

Her mouth formed the word no. Blood surged to his c.o.c.k as her head shook slowly. She was his, and he was never letting her go.

Unbidden, thoughts of her friend Parker came to mind. Lucian had given him his word and his word was something he always kept. He shook off the thought. He'd move on, forget about the promise he made. If Parker kept the job, good for him, he'd meet new people and realize there were other fish in the sea. If he lost the job, which he suspected he would-good work ethic was not something beggars usually possessed-then the opportunity would pa.s.s him by and he'd be nothing more than a memory. Evelyn was his, and he was a very possessive man.

Ducking low, Lucian took one soft nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. Her belly pressed into his as her spine arched and she moaned softly. He treated the twin nipple with the same force, taking pride in the wet marks his mouth left over her tender flesh.

Her body curved and stretched in his tight hold. She needed to move and was growing frustrated with his restraint. She needed to learn self-discipline when it came to submitting. Even though her strong will sometimes amused him, and he adored her feisty little spirit, respected it, submission was a beautiful display of inner strength and he wanted to teach her.

"Don't move your arms, Evelyn."

He dragged his hips lower. Her arousal glazed his c.o.c.k and he nudged between her soft folds, careful not to penetrate. He probed her c.l.i.t as she jerked and sighed.

"I want to show you every form of pleasure two lovers can share when they trust each other. Do you trust me, Evelyn?"

He waited, not wanting to give away how much her answer would mean to him. He had confessed his love and knew, while she didn't reciprocate his sentiment, her presence in his life again was not meaningless. Love would come, but for the kind of relationship he wanted with Evelyn, trust was necessary.

Reaching down, he turned his wrist and pressed his palm into her c.l.i.t, his fingers dipping into her honey, and waited. "I trust you, Lucian. More than I probably should."

Good enough. His hand pressed down and his finger plunged deep. She hissed and thrust her body into his touch. "That's it. Let me feel your wanting. I'll take care of you, baby."

His palm pressed and glided over her p.u.s.s.y as his fingers swirled and opened her slit. She was very small and he wanted to take her hard and fast, but would not f.u.c.k her until he saw to her pleasure first.

Her body writhed, but like a good girl, her arms remained above her head. Slick nectar coated his fingers. Her breath lightly tousled his hair with each panted sigh. Curling his middle finger, he plunged deep. Her body expanded in accommodation and she stilled.

"Feel that, Evelyn? That's me pressing on your G-spot. I'm going to teach you every part of your body, and you'll learn that no one will ever pleasure you the way I can."

He applied pressure onto the spongy inner tissue and rubbed his thumb over her c.l.i.t. She shouted and came fast and hard over his hand. Her channel fluttered against him, throbbed and tightened around his deep grip. He smiled at the shock he saw in her stare.

Removing his fingers, he gazed into her l.u.s.t-glazed eyes and sucked his digits deep into his mouth. Her sweet, tangy flavor tickled his taste buds. He pressed up, sitting back on his heels, and took himself in hand. His slick fingers tugged over his hard flesh, and he thumbed a drop of precome, ma.s.saging it into his heavy c.o.c.k.

"Look at what you do to me, Evelyn."

Her lashes lifted as she gazed up at his length. His hand pumped hard over his straining erection.

"I'm going to teach you how to bring me pleasure the same way I bring it to you. Your body will know mine like I know yours. You'll crave my touch like a drug and I'll take you higher than you've ever been. I'm going to teach you every way possible to satisfy me and you're going to love it, need it, want it so badly you'd sell your soul for it."

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s lifted as her breathing increased. Her eyes locked on his hand slowly stroking his hard flesh. "Do you want to be f.u.c.ked, Evelyn?"

"Yes," she rasped.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Lucian. Please."

Releasing his c.o.c.k, his fingers sank into a plush down pillow and moved it to the center of the bed. He piled another on top. Once he formed a nice little mount, his mouth crashed over hers and he plunged his tongue into her, demanding, taking, and driving her to a point of need that was hopefully dizzying.

Her knees raised and gripped his hips. His hand lifted her head, sifting through her heavy waves of soft auburn hair. He kissed down her jaw, purposely sc.r.a.ping his rough stubble against her delicate skin, marking her. Lips nipped at her throat, licked and pulled at her earlobe. Her cries became frenzied, her muttered sighs a cross between a curse and a prayer. She begged and he made her wait awhile more, ensuring that when he did plunge into her she'd be so ready for his c.o.c.k, she'd likely come immediately.

Lucian tickled and teased her p.u.s.s.y, his hand a constant presence at her s.e.x, yet careful not to bring her to peak. She'd learn to accept his touch, depend on it. He was a demonstrative man, and Evelyn would become conditioned to expect his touch in all things, be it carnal, corporeal, or spiritual.

He intended to possess her wholly, not just mind and body, but also her soul. She'd already taken possession of parts of him no one had ever laid claim to. It was unnerving, and he needed to balance the scales for his own peace of mind.

Once he had her trembling with need, he pulled her and flipped her over the pillows. His c.o.c.k throbbed with delight at the vision of her succulent a.s.s raised before him. One day soon he'd take her virginity there too. At first he had been appalled and uncomfortable with the fact that he had taken her virtue. Now, it made him want to howl with satisfaction.

She was his. Only his.

He adjusted her hips and kneed her thighs apart. The pink flesh of her p.u.s.s.y was drenched with cream. It practically dripped down her thighs. His finger traced from her nape, down the long column of her spine, between the crevice of her a.s.s, and through the pool gathering at her awaiting p.u.s.s.y. She stretched like a cat and purred with need.

Crawling close to her backside, he lined his c.o.c.k with her s.e.x, bathed it in her slick fluid. "You're mine, Evelyn. I'll never willingly let you walk out of my life again. I intend to make it so that you never want to."

Lucian thrust into her in one smooth glide, gripping her hips hard, preventing her body from propelling forward with the force of his entry. Her tight little p.u.s.s.y strangled his c.o.c.k in its moist heat. She cried out and he gritted his teeth, fighting back his own release.

He withdrew slowly, savoring every bit of friction along the way, and slammed back into her. Her channel constricted and pulsed around him. Extracting his length with painful gradualness, her body reflexively tried to suck him back in. He held the glossy tip of his c.o.c.k at her rosy opening. His gut clenched, causing his come to stir deep inside, when he saw the muscles surrounding her p.u.s.s.y lips twitch and tighten, stretching around his girth. He plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt. Her head reared up, glorious chestnut hair arced in a wild mane, and she screamed as a violent o.r.g.a.s.m took hold of her.

Lucian's hips c.o.c.ked back. He angled himself over her and began drilling into her. He took her hard and he took her fast. Her p.u.s.s.y gripped his as if it never wanted to let him out. That was fine, because he never wanted to leave the shelter of her body.

He f.u.c.ked her like an animal. Their bodies glistened with perspiration. Her narrow shoulders flexed as her arms extended into the plush pillows at the headboard and fisted the silky fabric. His b.a.l.l.s tightened, drawing up tight, and his hips smacked into her a.s.s. He dug his fingers into her sides, yanking her back on him each time he plunged forward.

Sharp cries of ecstasy echoed each thrust. He blinked as salty dampness burned his eyes. His tongue tasted the briny moisture along his lips as he panted through his teeth. He wanted her to remember his possession, still feel him inside of her when she lay down to sleep at the end of this day.

He needed to possess her ruthlessly in a way that the sense of him would never leave her, his presence entombing itself so deeply that once removed she would feel hollow without him, steadfastly aware that something was missing. Him.

Tingles of ecstasy shot up his spine, firing sparks of intense sensation into his nervous system and heating his blood. His release climbed up his d.i.c.k, chugging thick and forcefully until he shouted and it burst into her body. He f.u.c.ked his seed deep into her, burying it. Deep satisfaction bloomed inside of him as, again, he considered they might be creating life. Lucian thrust his hips deep one final time for good measure and collapsed on top of her, catching his weight at the last moment.

They lay in a panting, sweaty heap. She continued to moan, and every few seconds her p.u.s.s.y fluttered with posto.r.g.a.s.mic tremors that had his d.i.c.k twitching in her flooded channel. He kissed her shoulder, and she chuckled quietly.

"Something funny?" he asked as he licked at her salty nape.

"You," she said, her voice m.u.f.fled in the pillows.

"I wasn't aiming for that kind of amus.e.m.e.nt," he remarked drolly.

Her hand reached back and patted his sympathetically. "Oh, there was nothing funny about your performance. I was laughing because last time I was here I could barely get you to lay a hand on me and after the way you just f.u.c.ked me . . . well, I guess you're over my virginity."

He bit her shoulder and she yelped. His mouth soothed the bite. "After this week there'll be nothing virginal about you, Evelyn. I intend to make sure of it. So yes, I suppose you can say I'm over it."

She sighed happily. "I'm glad."

Chapter 36.

Develop Moving a piece from its original square and putting it into action Evelyn's shoulders leaned against Lucian's chest, her bottom cradled between his legs, as he dragged the soapy sponge over her shoulders. Their fingers were pruned from sitting in the Jacuzzi tub for most of the morning, but neither of them were in any rush to get out. His clean hand reached for another strawberry and held it to her mouth. Her lips closed over the fruit and juice dribbled down her chin as her teeth bit into it.

Tossing the stem away, he turned her chin and licked away the red drops. "Delicious."

"You're going to spoil me, feeding me, washing my hair. Where's your palm leaf?" She laughed and he chuckled, his hand draping low over her chest and pinching her nipple. "Ouch!"

Lucian's fingers soothed the tender tip of her breast as he continued to pluck and pull as they talked. "I like taking care of you. I like when you let me."

"Keep doing what you're doing and you'll hear no objections from me." She slid down his front, allowing him to use his other hand as well.

His mouth closed over her wet shoulder and drank from the shallow pool that had settled in her collarbone. His c.o.c.k grew and he shifted, fitting it just above the crease of her a.s.s. Her breathing became labored and soft, little needy cries formed in the back of her throat.

"Turn around," he whispered, giving her a gentle nudge forward. Water sloshed as she turned onto her knees and faced him. "Kiss me."

She gazed at him, a touch of suspicion in her eyes, then slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He didn't wrap his arms around her, wanting to see how she'd handle herself. Her fingers threaded through his hair, droplets of water sprinkled his shoulders. The sultry air of the bathroom coc.o.o.ned them in warmth.

Her soft, strawberry flavored tongue tickled his lips and he opened. Her kiss was gentle, tender. Tentatively, her fingers moved down to his shoulders and she crawled closer. Lucian's mouth curved under her kiss and he slid his knees between hers, guiding her hips low. She straddled him and he fit his c.o.c.k between her thighs.

"Put me inside of you."

She paused for a moment and shyly reached under the water for his length. Her small hands wrapped around his flesh like a gentle leaf catching the rain. She timidly directed him to her s.e.x and he was tempted to tell her to wait so that he could show her how to touch him properly. But as her heat teased the tip of his c.o.c.k he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her again.

"Now take me, Evelyn."

She lowered herself, rotating her hips in order to accommodate his size. Her hand returned beneath the water. Her fingers curled delicately around his length as she opened herself wider and slid down. They both sighed as their bodies fit together as one.

Lucian gripped her hips and held her to him, not allowing her any relief from his size. "Feel me inside of you, Evelyn. You take me so well."

Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s swayed before him temptingly. Leaning forward, he captured one turgid nipple in his mouth. Her head fell back as he sucked and nibbled on her tight little bud. He released her nipple with an audible pop.

"Now ride me. Make me come, Evelyn."

He allowed her to take the lead. Her palms pressed into his shoulders as she found her balance and she slowly lifted, her tight channel stroking him. His flesh pulsed within her heat. She rotated her hips and lowered her body. It took her a few tries to find a rhythm. She worked slowly and her expression changed with each discovered pleasure her movements elicited.

Water rippled and gently sloshed around them. She moaned when she discovered if she arched her pelvis forward she could drag her c.l.i.t across his lower abdomen.

"Uh-uh," Lucian warned. "You're not to make yourself come." When she paused and looked at him in confusion, he explained, "Your pleasure's mine to give. You don't take it without my permission."

Her lips formed the sweetest little petulant pout. "Who says?"

"I say."

Her mouth opened to argue, but he swept up and kissed away her protests. As her motions became surer, she became lost in the experience. Her throat worked as her neck elongated. Her hair formed an auburn cloud behind her slender shoulders, the ends swirling over the surface of the water. She was as enchanting as a mermaid. With every gesticulation of her body she learned a bit more about her s.e.xuality.

All that was needed was one hard thrust and he could come, but he held off, wanting her to take this time to become comfortable with their coupling. It was important that she learn her own body's likes and dislikes as well as his own.

Her skin p.r.i.c.kled with goose b.u.mps. The water had cooled substantially from the time they first climbed into the tub. "Hop up. I want to turn you so I'm behind you."

"But . . ."