Sophia giggled in the dark.

On hearing the sound, Alistair darted forward, but he still couldn’t locate her hiding place. He switched the kitchen lights on and frowned, “Where the hell are you?”

“Meow,” she said again.

He groped the wall and found a sliding door.

“Ah-ha!” He flicked on the lights and found her sitting on her heels in the corner of the pantry, with only her scarf around her neck, a flimsy bra and jeans, the blindfold holding her hair back. He stopped in the middle of the room and barked a laugh, “You’re completely crazy, you know? Now. What’s my prize?”

“My lord, I’m so sorry I caused you trouble.” She crawled to him on all fours, until she found his bare feet. Alistair grunted at the sight. She rose on her knees and opened his zipper, “Will a blow job make up for it?”

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!! Her T-shirt fell from his fingers and he shoved his hands in her hair, pushing the dishcloth away, as she tore down his jeans and briefs.

“I don’t think-” As soon as she put her mouth around him, he changed his mind, groaning, “Aye, it will. It will.”

The corners of Sophia’s mouth curled up around his girth and she raised her hands to open his soft flannel shirt, as she slowly explored his length with her tongue and lips. Her nails grazed his waist.

“That’s so good,” he breathed. “Do it again.”

But she didn’t obey his request and raised her hands until she found his nipples and pinched them lightly.

Alistair grunted loudly and bit his lip to control the pleasure that was building up too quickly inside him, as she sucked him deeper.

When Sophia’s nails rounded to his back and unexpectedly clawed down his back all the way to his buttocks, he almost spilled in her mouth. He gasped loudly and withdrew from her lips, removing his jeans and briefs in a swift movement, dropping to his knees and shrugging off his shirt.

“Now, you are going to pay for what you did,” he murmured against her mouth before taking it in a fierce kiss, while his hands freed her from her bra and opened her jeans. He laid her down on the floor and pulled off her jeans and panties.

He wanted her as he’d never wanted another woman. He nestled himself between her thighs and raised himself on his elbows, nudging her with his length, “So ready, Sophia.”

“Come on. I’m wet and horny,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

“Talking dirty,” he tsked and smiled against her lips. “I think I’m going to punish you for that.”

“Do it and I’ll punish you back.” Undulating her body under his, she ordered, “Now. Stop talking and fuck me.”

He groaned and shoved into her in a hard thrust.

“Ah,” Sophia moaned in pleasure. “More!”

He closed his eyes, wrestling with his desire to do it again, but she was too tight and he wanted the night to last. He moved again, in swallower plunges until he was buried to the hilt.

“Now, move.”

“No more orders from you...” He moved his hips in a semi-circle, teasing her as he dipped his head to take her breast in his mouth, sucking it hard and then lapping it with his tongue.

“Oh, please. Please.” Sophia gasped as a hot spear of desire shot through her spine. She felt his smile on her other breast.

Alistair raised his head, “That’s better. Now, don’t make a sound. It won’t be funny if Zareb or Devon come running in to save you from my cock.” He thrust in her, slowly, enjoying the way her body gripped him like a fist.

“I don’t care... Move,” she rolled her lower body in a blatant sexual move. “Make me come screaming. Loud. Let the whole world hear me screaming your name.”

“Later. In your bedroom. Now, I’ll have you quietly,” he plunged again and stilled, staring down at her with those beautiful green eyes. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to come.”

She gripped his hair and tugged, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Your call. Three, two-”

“No, no. I’ll obey.” She wanted him to ravage her, to take her hard until she screamed in release over and over. But she would take it anyway he chose.

He laughed low in her ear, “Good. Now, relax and enjoy.”

“You are bad,” she said as she bit his shoulder, “I’ll get you for this.”

He gritted his teeth as her soft bite sent a surge of lust straight to his arousal. “Slow or fast?”

“Fast and rough. I’m almost there,” she panted and sunk her nails in his buttocks.

“So eager, Sophia.” His soft laughter filled the room and his head swooped down, his tongue invading her mouth as he pumped into her, taking her to heaven until Sophia shuddered, gasped and bit his shoulder to avoid crying out as she came.

But he wasn’t done. As Sophia’s body still trembled, he ground into her, again and again, chasing his own climax, “I’m-” He clenched his jaw to stop his shout.

Sophia’s eyes flew open as he shoved harder inside her, astonished as another orgasm built inside her.

Alistair threw his head back as he came, the muscles of his neck straining as his hips jerked against her, his long black hair flying around his shoulders. “Mine, Sophia. You’re. Mine,” he hissed between clenched teeth as a powerful orgasm shook his big body. “My love.”

“Yours,” she whispered. The feel of Alistair coming inside of her for the first time and the image of his rugged face in release were the sexiest things Sophia had ever experienced.

“Alistair.” As a broken gasp escaped her lips, her arms dragged him back to her, as her lips on his neck kissed him and her fingers caressed his nape, just the way he liked when he was younger.

The way he liked things before Heather.

Alistair watched her hungrily as he plunged his semi-hard arousal a little further inside her.

He muttered after a few minutes, “I want more.”

She smiled at him, lazily and sated. “Upstairs.”

He pulled out and got dressed in his briefs and jeans, flinging his shirt to her and collecting the rest of her clothes that were scattered in the pantry.

He helped her put on his shirt and picked her up in his arms. He squeezed her, apologizing softly, “I was a jerk earlier today at John’s.”

“Yeah, you were,” she murmured.

“Can you forgive me?”

“You are already forgiven, oh, Marquis of Distrustful-land,” she said lethargically, running her fingers through his long hair.

“Hmm,” Alistair murmured. “Aye, I behaved like a distrustful caveman. I’m sorry, I’ll try to work on it.” He sighed and buried his head in the hollow of her neck for a second, inhaling her smell deep.

“Sleep with me tonight,” she asked.

He studied her face, as he climbed the stairs, marveling at how the feeling of having her sated in his arms made his heart beat joyfully, “Do you know what you’re doing to me, Sophia?”

She smiled at him, lazily, as he strolled to her bedroom, “Mmm, no. What?”

“You are turning me inside out.”

“No,” she breathed on his neck, causing goosebumps to rise, “you are. Turning me inside out. You.”

Tuesday, March 16

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, 2010.


6.15 a.m.

Alistair braced himself on one elbow and leaned to kiss awake the woman beside him, her creamy velvet skin warm against his lips, her ink-black hair, silk on his fingers.

Her golden eyes were yet hazy with sleep when they fluttered open. She stretched in his arms, “Is it time to wake up already?”

“Aye, slugabed.”

“Slugabed? How dare you.” Fingers threading through his hair, she claimed a deeper kiss that reminded him he was wrapped around her finger. “Good morning, Handsome.”

“Morning, Beauty.” He could never tire of looking at her. “Do you have any idea of the erotic dreams I had just because I slept with you?” He pressed his hard length on her buttocks, “Do you know what inhaling your scent does to me?”

She was suddenly too hot, her skin on fire. “Mmm...”

His thumb traced her lower lip and he pressed at the center of her mouth, his emerald eyes glowing. “I want you, Sophia. I want to bury myself inside you until we’re both too exhausted to move, think or feel.”

He’d already tugged down the sheet to reveal her breasts, and was caressing her with teasing strokes.

Sophia’s response was a husky laugh that filled his heart. She turned in his arms. “What are you waiting for? Do wicked things to me.”

Alistair was enthralled by the stunning and happy woman under him. She threatened his control like no other woman ever had. He wanted to take her, hard; he wanted to slowly savor every inch of her. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He only knew that he felt like the luckiest man on earth.

“You’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered in her ear as he flung the sheets far, adoring her with his eyes and the tips of his fingers. “You’re...” He shook his head. “I have no words, Sophia. You’re unique.”

She smiled at him, “You know, you can do more than these teasing touches.”

He moved in to kneel between her legs and he caressed her softly with his fingers as he kissed his way down from her neck.

“What do you think you are doing?” Sophia arched under him with a soft gasp, her hands clenching his hair hard enough that it hurt, an exquisite pain that he wanted to grow addicted to.

“Teasing. To start with,” he answered with a devious smile, as he rubbed his unshaven jaw against the soft skin on the outside of her breast, loving the sound of the throaty moan that escaped her as he licked the underside of her breast. “Tell me what you like the most.”

“Everything. With you. Anything,” her hands roamed over his shoulder and she raked her nails down his back.