“I see.” He stared back at her, his eyes so dark the green was almost gone. So many emotions swirled in them: rage, fear, pain, shame. But not a drop of love. “So you expect me to tell you what happened.”

“No. I don’t have any expectations concerning your past.” She combed his hair tenderly with her fingers. “Tell me when and if you feel like it. Just don’t let your other experiences mar our relationship.”

She then mischievously smiled at him and, pushing up on all fours, crawled over him and straddled him at the waist. Her hands rested on her knees. She eyed him, her head cocked to the side and wetted her lips.

He quirked an eyebrow at her, his lips curling.

A cat-that-got-the-cream smile appeared on her lips. She crossed her arms in front of her body, her hands on her hips, and lifted them slowly, skimming her abdomen, up her torso, brushing her nipples, uncrossing them when she reached her shoulders to stroke her hair at her nape. She lifted her raven strands and let them fall in a cascade.

Fuck. His cock twisted and applauded the sensual show. Hmm, the fastest recovery of my life.

Eyes half-closed, she stretched her arms over her head, bent them, and gripped her elbows, undulating her body. She licked her lips and bit the lower one. So she also does this when she is turned on. He went mad with lust.

“Witch!” He grabbed her by the ribs and lowered her for a passionate kiss. He flexed his hips, grinding his erection against her buttocks. He felt as her lips curled in a small grin. His hands ran over her back and he fisted her long hair. He wound her hair around his wrist and softly yanked it back.

She bit his lip, sucked at it, and moved to kiss his jaw, searching for his earlobe. She nipped it and then rimmed his ear. He moaned.

“My turn,” she whispered in his ear. And ran her tongue on his neck and shoulder.

“My pleasure,” he replied, huskily.

She caged his face with both her hands and raised her face to give him a naughty smile. “Yes,” she breathed, “your pleasure.” And glided down his body, letting him feel her soft skin. She kissed his chest and then a nipple, playfully biting it. He groaned. She circled it with her tongue and did the same with the other.

“More. Bite,” he demanded.

“What?”

His fingers tangled in her hair and placed her mouth on his nipple, commanding, “Bite.”

She nipped it.

He groaned and demanded again, “Harder.”

Sophia bit him and he moaned out loud. She repeated it on the other. He grunted. Her hands caressed his ribs and chest as she lavished his abs with kisses.

“You have a wonderful body. A classical sculpture,” her voice was reverential. Her tongue circled his navel and dipped in, his breath hitched. She knelt between his thighs. Her hands continued trailing down him and she sat on her heels. He watched her as her eyes flamed. She twirled her hair and threw it over a shoulder. Then she licked her lips and rested her hands lightly on his hips.

He tensed and fisted his hands. Oh, yes, please. Without taking her eyes off him, she lowered her body. Her lips parted and hovered just a breath away from his strained erection. Her tongue darted and licked the head.

“Aye!” he shouted, “yes!” and pushed on his elbows to have a better view of the goddess tormenting him.

She moved closer on her knees and his legs widened to make room for her. She grinned and gripped the base of his cock.

This must be the sweetest torture on earth.

Sophia opened her lips and engulfed him deep. She took no prisoners.

He threw his head back with a roar, his neck stretched. He struggled not to thrust into her mouth. One of her hands tightly stroked the base of his cock and the other rolled his balls softly. She worked him leisurely, lost in the power of pleasing him. Her tongue circled and her mouth sucked, nonstop. He groaned, unable to do more. His eyes were glued on the seductress in front of him. She increased her tempo. Aphrodite.

She moaned and that undid him. Before he lost control in her mouth, he pulled her away, up on the bed beside him, and rolled over her body, kissing her. He stretched his arm and snatched his wallet from the bedside table, his fingers groping for a condom. His brow furrowed when he didn’t find one. He broke the kiss to better search and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

No more condoms. “Fuck!” The expletive shot out of his mouth before he could think.

“What is it?” She startled.

“Condom.” He looked at her. “Do you have one?”

She froze, staring at his eyes, “I’ve never bought-” She bit her lip.

He sensed her withdrawing and knew in that moment he would make her come, no matter what.

He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and gripped her thighs, pulling her down in his direction. He felt her tensing.

“Relax,” he demanded in a deep, low voice, putting her legs on his shoulders, “and enjoy it.” He kissed her inner thigh and felt her muscles contract. When his tongue traced a light path toward her clitoris, she pushed up to a seated position and fisted his hair.

His answering chuckle was filled with masculine satisfaction as he buried his mouth between her thighs with unrestrained enthusiasm. He looked at her, but did not stop. Her eyes became hooded, her lips parted, her breath hitched, and her face grew rosier. He grinned-eyes glued to hers-as she watched him lap her up.

She almost choked as a bolt of lightning shot through her entire body. She threw her head back, arching her breasts up in the air, panting. He fondled them, his thumbs pressing and pulling the nipples as she let out a strangled moan. He lowered her back onto the bed, his hand between her breasts, and latched his mouth greedily to her. He kissed and licked her as if his life depended on it. Her smooth, bare skin felt wondrous under his mouth and tongue. He’d never tasted such soft skin. His tongue entered her deep, feasting on her. She whispered his name and bowed her back.

Her shaking legs, her uneven breathing, and her increasingly loud moans were all music to him. His tongue left her depths and concentrated on her clitoris again, bringing his fingers to play, staring at her.

The moment the first finger sank into her, he heard a fractured soft scream. She called his name, begging for release, her head trashing on the bed. Her core hugged his finger so tight, he thought she was going to come.

“You’re going to kill me,” she cried.

“Relax.” He lapped softly at her, slowing the rhythm. He withdrew his finger and heard her relieved breath. With no mercy, he plunged two fingers into her, diving in and out, as he sucked her clitoris. She cried out, her hands shaking in his hair.

Alistair was about to explode, driven by the pleasure he was giving and by the power his caresses had over her. His shaft was so engorged it hurt; he moaned in her folds, half in pain, half in pleasure.

“Sophia,” he panted on her folds, “I’m going to come on your rug.”

“Who. Cares.” She panted and tugged him by the hair, “Just don’t stop.”

He gave a half pained laugh and latched his mouth on her again, ravenous, making pressure, suckling and licking, his fingers curling to touch her upper wall, and stroking his straining erection. She tensed under his mouth.

She rocked her hips to him, her fingers tangling and untangling on his hair, “Alistair, please.”

His mouth and fingers tormented her, unhurriedly. He moaned. He was also close.

“Oh. I’m…” This time she sobbed, “Alistair, I’m…”

He growled against her soft folds as he felt her passage spasm and contract around his fingers.

She gasped, “I’m close.” Her throat worked convulsively, and like a band, she snapped, crying his name loudly, her legs trembling around his shoulder and neck.

Sophia came, all sensation. Her pleasure was all consuming and burning.

Alistair felt a shock run through his whole body, shaking him with violence and he shouted her name, coming so hard his legs were trembling now. He rested his head on her inner thigh, recovering his breath. Man! This was good. A deep, satisfied feeling came over him. “Sophia?” He stroked her thigh. She didn’t answer and he raised his head. Her eyes were closed.

“Sophia, you okay?” He lowered her legs from his shoulders and sat with her in his arms, stupefied at her reaction.

She smiled lazily at him, through hooded eyes, “Yeah,” she whispered. “It was,” Alistair heard an amused tone in her throaty voice, “not bad, not bad at all.”

He chuckled and held her tightly while her breathing returned to normal.

Chapter 21

8.57 p.m.

She pushed up on her elbow to kiss him, before jumping off the bed. “Time for a shower. Care to join me?” she asked with a sassy smile.

Alistair watched with rapt attention as Sophia rose naked from the bed. With her long raven hair and gently swaying hips, she was temptation incarnate. It took everything he had to maintain his casual appearance when the dark and animalistic side of him longed to leap the distance between them and devour her senseless.

Will I ever get enough of her? He wanted her just as badly as if he hadn’t just come a short while ago. Twice. He couldn’t help but imagine how she would react if he were his usual self. Christ! The woman has the kind of energy I like. I have to buy more condoms!

“Are you coming?” she asked again.

He shook his head, “Too much of a temptation and no condom, no sex.”