CarnalPromise (14 page)

Unable to control her reaction, Jinn’s mouth parted with her
sigh. Her hips lifted against his. His mouth hovered over hers, kissing and
nibbling on the sides of her lip, the span of each ridge, his teeth lightly
raking the skin it took with its possession.

She rubbed her crotch against his torso. Her thigh brushed
the erection that stood hard and proud within his pants.

He shuddered and broke the kiss with his sigh, yet the
warmth of his breath caressed her mouth, made her glow from within. She giggled
at her discovery, knowing she could have a softening, passionate effect on this
hardened, controlled, rational soldier. More, he wanted her, yet he held
himself back to please her.

A satisfaction that came not from lust seeded in her and
caused her to tremble. She couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to feel him again.
Lifting her leg, she rubbed her thigh across his stiff penis, slowly this time.
His member throbbed against her with a life of its own, knocking, as if asking
without words if he could enter her most sacred place.

The sensation controlled him. She could tell by the way his
dark lashes lowered. His heavy breaths caressed her mouth. His green eyes,
narrowed to slits, called to her for release. He was hers now, to do with what
she willed.

An evil thought passed through her, the ability to use him
in this weakened state for her own purpose, but she let it pass, knowing the
will wasn’t within her to abuse this man. Not in this way. Not within the
bounds of something they mutually adored. Too many things she once cherished
had already been wiped away because of her selfish desires.

Reaching for him, she slid her hands underneath his uniform
top. Kneading the skin she touched, she pushed the shirt upward. She wanted
him. Naked. Their bodies intertwined.

Straddling her, he rose on his knees. Straightening, he
pulled the top off and tossed it to the floor. The low lights in the room
reflected against his sun-bronzed body, highlighting the chiseled muscles of
his frame. He was a living form of male perfection. At least, for her.

Itching to touch him, she reached for his abs and pressed
against the hard, bulky muscles with her fingertips. Slowly she spread her
fingers, massaging the skin as she pressed her palms against him.

His darken gaze studied her. A small contented smile
appeared on his face.

“You have a dangerous body, Drakkar.”

He arched one black brow.

She lifted a corner of her mouth with her tease. “It’s too
easy for you to seduce a woman.” She let her fingers slide upward to his chest
then caressed the skin underneath them.

The pleasing lines around his mouth deepened, enhancing his
grin. “Be assured, Jinn, the only woman I want to seduce is you.”

The small shock stunned her, the realization that he wanted
no one else. Logically, she knew that. Such is the way with the natural drives
of a bonded man and woman, yet the awareness of it and what it meant was so
much more. Drakkar was hers, to indulge his body as much as she liked, as she
was his. Had the fates finally smiled on her? Or would this be taken away
before she could treasure Drakkar as much as he wanted to treasure her?

She closed her eyes to dispel the notion and inhaled a
steady breath to force the wayward thought away. He was here now. Hers. If the
war had taught her anything it was to enjoy what she had in the moment.

“Jinn?” Placing his palms just over her shoulders on the
bed, he bent closer to her. “Are you all right?”

She looked at him. His eyes were narrowed with worry.

“I’m fine.” She ran her hands over the hard planes of his
chest, letting her fingers play in the fine curly hairs that crossed his breast
and made a narrow V that traversed down to his navel. “More than fine.” She
slipped her hands into his waistband. Another grin teased her mouth. “I was
just thinking, all this is mine.” She cupped the upper part of his buttocks and
urged him closer. “How lucky can a girl get?”

He let out a laugh. One from the gut. The heat that had budded
in her blossomed. They had been enemies but being with him now felt right.

She moved to slide his pants lower and Drakkar obliged her
by easing his body up enough so she could complete the task. Dragging her
fingertips with a firm pressure along his skin, she pushed the fabric downward.

Drakkar’s pupils widened, darkening his eyes even more. His
breaths came faster.

Jinn eased the cloth over his taut glutes and relished the
hard feel of him. She pushed the garment as far as she could then settled it around
the middle of his thighs. His member swung free, throbbing, moving. She circled
her hands to the front of his legs, lightly grazing the skin with her nails,
pulling her hands up his inner thighs.

A low moan escaped him. He shuddered. His eyes closed as he
bent his head back, savoring the sensation.

The sight of him enthralled with pleasure thrilled her, the
fact she could do this to him. As she reached his balls, she rubbed them with
her palm and used her fingers to stroke the area underneath.

He dropped his chin, panting. She slid one hand to the base
of his thickened manhood. Taking her time, she closed her fingers to grasp his
penis, her palm making a perfect fit around it.

Drakkar looked at her, his gaze intense. She glided her hand
up the stiffened shaft, her fingers pressed against him. The soft skin that
covered his hard cock puckered and rolled in waves ahead of her touch then
slipped underneath her hand as she glided her fingers to the crown. When she
reached the purpled head, she used her thumb to stroke the slit in the glans
and encircled the corona with her palm.

His eyelids heavy, Drakkar gazed at her. “I want to please
you and you give me this in return. God, I need you, Jinn.”

“I know.”

He leaned his face to hers. Kissed her again. Bracing himself
on his elbows, he slipped his hands under her blouse. His fingertips kneaded
her, pulled and caressed her skin, teased between slow and deep touches as he
moved the fabric upward. Drakkar’s chest rose and fell, pacing faster. His warm
palms slid against the silky skin of her back. The longing in his eyes deepened
with every inch as he watched her skin appear. His reaction pulled at some
inner strings in her spirit.

She arched her back as he pushed the garment past her
breasts. When he bared her nipples, his eyes grew almost black with desire. She
lifted her arms so he could continue to remove her shirt. She wanted—needed—to
be naked with this man.

Bending, he massaged the back of her shoulders underneath
the cloth, delaying what he had begun. He took one nipple in his mouth and
laved it, teasing the tip lightly with the ridge of his teeth. His fingers
pressed her torso harder to his mouth. A mewing sound escaped her. As he
suckled the breast, he burrowed his fingers deeper and cupped his long, strong fingers
around her shoulders.

She melded against him, the sensation a slow tantalizing
sweet torture. His lips left her nipple and pressed against her skin, moving
across her chest to the other nub. Short breathy moans escaped her, the need to
join his body spiraling slowly higher. She moved to lower her arms, wanting to
run her fingers through his thick black hair but his hands slid farther into
the blouse and over her upper arms, holding them.

“No,” he uttered, “let me please you, get to know your body
fully.”

The warmth of his breath caressed her. He dominated her now.
She couldn’t fight him if she wanted to. Closing her eyes, she exhaled with
resignation.

His supple lips pressed against the skin under her other
breast. He licked her there, ran his tongue upward and circled the pale flesh
that joined with her dusky areola. He would take her breast in his mouth, she
knew, but not yet.

With measured slowness, he worked the light skin around the
darker area, lapping her, taunting her with his teeth, moving ever closer.
Finally his tongue licked around her nipple then moved with hunger over the
hard nub. She whimpered, pressed her hips upward to relieve the sweet torture
her cunt craved but his hips were too far away.

He chuckled against her as his teeth grazed her bud. “I see
you’ve hungered for me as much as I have for you.”

She said nothing, only thrashed her head from one side to
another as he gentled her tip between his teeth and pulled.

“Oh.” The sound of uncontrolled pleasure eased from her
parted lips. She gazed at him through her lowered lashes then arched her back
to press into him.
Consummation
. She had to have him in her.

“Not yet, Beloved.” Drakkar rose and eased to her ear.
“Don’t move,” he murmured then suckled her earlobe. He planted kisses down her
neck, through the cloth bunched around her, across the tops of her breasts and
to the underside of her of arms, skimming his tongue down the side of her.

She sighed as the slow-burning passion threatened to consume
her. His fingers delved into her pants, tugging them downward. She lifted her
hips and brought her hands down to help.

“No,” he whispered hoarsely and pulled her arms up again,
this time pulling her blouse up and over her head, sliding his palms against
her triceps then her elbows. His eyes glittered with desire. “You are so
beautiful,” he murmured against her lips as he extended her arms and held them
there.

He kissed her. A soft yet deep, possessive kiss. He pushed
the tip of his tongue into her, pressed her mouth open to take him, licked her,
lapped his tongue with hers. The taste of him.
Heady
. She could barely
think.

“Let me pleasure you.” His hands worked the sleeves. He
pulled at the tubular pieces, stopping when he’d had them halfway off. She had
no will. No ability to defend herself. She was his prisoner. His sexual slave
to do with as he wanted.

And she liked it.

Her arms caught in the fabric. She could sense that much but
he seemed to ignore it and possessed her with his mouth. His lips covered hers
as his tongue assaulted her senses. How long had she wanted a man like this,
one who would be strong enough to protect her yet love her with such stirring passion?

The thought came from nowhere and she pushed the rogue
notion back whence it came. She had other things to remember first.

Yet she couldn’t think. Heat grew within her from Drakkar’s
unrelenting assault, the tension of needing him. She moaned, unable to keep her
voice to herself. She wanted to be pleasured. And she wanted him to control
her, at least for now. At least in this. She wanted to know he was the man who
could protect her.

He rubbed his hard body against her. The small hairs on his
chest titillated the nubs on her breasts. Rolling his hips, he ground into her
and pressed his solid penis against her clit, stroking her. His hands moved.
The touch of his palms left her body and returned to the sleeves that still
covered her hands. She felt him knot the cloth above her. “What…are…you doing?”
she whispered between the touches of his lips.

His lashes lowered as he cocked a half smile. “I’m tying you
up so you can’t use your hands.”

“But…” She wanted to touch him.

His mouth hovered over hers. “Not yet, Beloved.” His breath
caressed her. His lips tenderly touched her. His tongue outlined her mouth.

She mewed and pushed against him as best she could, rubbing
her clit against his engorged cock.

He groaned then panted harder. He kissed her again then looked
up and secured the cloth around her wrists, knotting it so that she would need
to struggle to undo it.

But she found she had no ambition to do so.

His palms slid down her bared arms. A knowing glint shone in
his eyes, as if he knew she wanted this. But how could he when she’d never
thought of it herself?

His grin deepened as he settled one arm behind her,
caressing his other palm down her side. “You are mine now, Jinn, as I am
yours,” he rasped. He kissed the side of her neck, just underneath her jaw. She
moaned and heard in his voice the unspoken reminder and acknowledgment that
ached within her breast.

He kissed her lips once more then eased down her body.
Hooking his fingers in her pants, he pulled them down, removing her shoes when
he got that low then disrobing her completely.

She lay naked. Exposed to him. Just seeing the lids of his
eyes lower, his sculpted chest heave with each rugged breath, made her lust
burn hotter.

Bending over, he ran his fingers over the tops of her feet
and pulled them apart so he could settle his knees between them. He slid his
thumbs and fingers over her calves to her knees, pressing her legs to open
wider. He stared at her cunny. The air that circulated in the room brushed her
sensitized skin, chilling the wetness that had gathered on the upper inside of
her thighs and cunt, making her clit tingle in anticipation.

Drakkar groaned, that slow carnal sound he made when his
libido stirred. “You’re a temptress for sure,” he rasped. Bending to her, he
touched his mouth to the back of her knee, lapping the sensitized skin with a
tender touch. He moved to the other and did the same.

Her body shuddered, waiting for him. His slow tease
escalated her lust to a higher level.

His mouth moved up the inside of her thigh. Nipping. Sucking.
Kissing. Slow. Tender. His hand raked upward on the inner skin of her other
leg. When he almost reached her crotch, he nipped the inner thigh with his
teeth and teased the skin.

Then he let her go.

She whimpered in protest. Lifted her hips, hoping his mouth
would possess her there.

But he did not. “Patience, my lovely one.” He patted the
side of her hip, grasping her ass for a moment. “You are my treasure and I am
savoring you.”

“You’re torturing me,” she complained softly.

With a low voice, he chuckled then pressed his lips together
to suppress his smile but Jinn saw it anyway. “You’re doing this on purpose to
get back at me for leaving you for so long.”