Claimed By Chaos (12 page)

“I get to have a turn after you're done.” She dared him to argue. Alastair knew that he would go no further unless he agreed. He tried to clear his mind and think rationally by taking a deep breath but the scent of her body and her arousal pulled him under. His brain stopped working.

“I-I-I… I think that…” He stuttered and Giselle cut him off.

“You’re not the only one that wants to learn, Alastair. If you're going to make me wait, you should let me appease my curiosity.” She waited as his eyes flicked back and forth between hers and her slick, pouting folds. He struggled to think.
Why can't I take her now?
He asked himself. He pushed up on his arms and looked around. The mirror drew his eyes and he focused. Giselle was reclined on his bed and he was positioned between her thighs. The reality of the scene crashed upon him. Alastair wanted this to be forever. He turned and looked at her directly. She had never given herself to a man. No man had given her pleasure or come between her thighs. He had to be the only one. He needed her. “Alastair?” Her brow was raised. She wanted an answer.

“Fine.” He smiled grimly. “But you touch me only with your hands.” He prayed she didn't argue for more, it was going to be hell with just her hands. She pursed her lips and her eyes narrowed.

“Agreed.” Giselle announced and gestured for him to continue. Alastair needed no further encouragement. He lowered himself and dove upon her as he pulled her thighs over his shoulders. She shrieked and gripped the blankets as his tongue lapped at her wildly. He fell upon her like a dying man seeking a lifesaving elixir from within her molten depths. Alastair traced and suckled her delicate folds and teased the tender bud of flesh inside of them with his tongue as his fingers probed within her. Once they were slick with her juices he licked them clean before he entered her with his tongue. He thrust within her, seeking and starving, unable to quench his thirst for her as his thumb stroked her lazily. Giselle thrashed and moaned above him, sobbing his name and clutching at his head.

As he sensed her body tightening, Alastair lifted his head and was stunned by the raw lust that roared through him at the sight of Giselle writhing and panting mindlessly. Her back was arched and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her hair was an inky black riot about her face and shoulders and her lips were swollen and parted as she chanted his name breathlessly. Alastair pressed his palm to her chest and let it slide between her breasts and down her stomach, she was hot and slick with perspiration.

“Relax. Just let it happen this time, my love.” He whispered as he returned to the luscious flesh between her trembling thighs. Her hot nectar bathed his tongue as he dipped into her tight core and he tilted her hips so he could drink deeper. Alastair used two fingers to open her wider, so he could lap at the center of her. Giselle pulled a pillow over her face and screamed his name. He shut his eyes as need clawed within him, urging him to release his erection and join with her. He withdrew his tongue and slid two fingers into her. She was so hot and so, so tight, the idea of breaching her and the pain he might cause momentarily calmed the raging within him. He set his lips to the knot of flesh and suckled as he pressed deeper within her. Giselle pushed the pillow away and her breaths became “Oh!”s that got louder and longer as she pulled at her hair. “That's it, my love. Let it take you.” He murmured against her. Alastair flicked his tongue rapidly against her and stretched his fingers as wide as he could. Giselle's shoulders lifted off the bed and she froze, her eyes wide and her mouth in a silent scream. She was suspended for a moment before her eyes rolled back as her body began to shake and she crashed back upon the mattress. Alastair pulled his fingers from her and suckled at her entrance as her release flowed from her.

He lapped at her lazily until Giselle was floating and boneless, humming softly and drowsily sighing. He lifted away from her and sat back on his heels. Her arms were draped over her head, her eyes were closed and a gentle smile curved her lips. Alastair's cock strained against his trousers as his eyes wandered down her body, watching her breasts rise and fall slowly for a moment before they rolled over the gentle slope of her stomach and her dark curls. Her thighs were spread, revealing her womanhood, still wet from his mouth.

Alastair remembered their agreement but he considered carefully sliding from the bed and letting her drift off to sleep. As if she heard his thoughts, Giselle's eyes snapped open and found his. He knew he'd have no reprieve when she sat up and rose to her knees. The violet of her eyes became dark as she licked her lips and smiled. For a moment, the urge to flee almost overwhelmed the lust that flared within Alastair. She placed her hands on the bed and crawled toward him. He stifled a curse and clenched his jaw. There wasn't a courtesan alive that moved like that, let alone a virgin.

“Just your hands.” He meant it as a firm reminder but it came out as a hoarse plea. She rose and scooted forward on her knees as she rested her hands on his shoulders. Alastair tried breathing deeply to keep his body from overreacting as she pressed closer. Giselle stopped just before her breasts touched his chest, the heat of her body washed over him and he swallowed against the tightness in his throat.

Unable to resist, Alastair filled his hands with the silken globes of her bottom and let them slide up to the middle of her back. He shut his eyes tight and pulled her hard against him. Her startle gasp was drowned out by the bright heat that flashed within him, his hearing became muffled and he lost feeling in his limbs. Giselle's lips pulled him back and the discomfort was quickly replaced by warmth. Alastair opened his eyes and looked down. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and the space between them was gone as her stomach and thighs pressed against his. He breathed and her scent flooded him. He looked at her lips and then her eyes. They were so close and filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” She whispered and her breath tickled his lips. Alastair angled his head and his mouth crashed against hers as he held her tighter. The feel of her skin sliding against his tingled and he started to feel hotter and more urgent. He had never felt someone so close, he had never been touched so much at one time. Giselle felt so soft against him and he shivered in delight as her hair brushed against his shoulder. He lifted his head and smiled down at her.

“It's good.” He nodded. “Really, really good.” His voice was still strained. She smiled as she slid an arm around his neck and leaned back. Alastair felt the loss of her warmth and started to complain when he felt her hand slide down the front of his trousers. His body tightened when she started flicking the buttons free. He felt his pants loosen and he tensed. It was always overwhelming, the first few moments he felt someone else's hands on him. He held his breath and she stilled and looked up at him. “Just start slowly. Give me a few minutes to adjust.” He whispered.

Giselle nodded and carefully parted the front of his trousers. He felt her hand press gently and then close around him. Once he was free she looked down. Her eyes widened before she looked up at him.

“That is not going to fit!” She hissed. Alastair tried to smile as her hand tightened around him. He cleared his throat.

“I don't think I'll be able to prevent it from hurting in the beginning but I'm confident it will fit. Eventually.” His voice was tight and he was starting to feel lightheaded due to his inability to breathe. Giselle pulled her hand along his length and he saw stars. Alastair filled his lungs as she stroked downwards. He made the mistake of looking. Her fine, pale hand worked up and down, not quite reaching all the way around his girth. The more he breathed, the more he could feel her hand upon him. She looked up at him, unsure. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop.” Alastair urged. He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her how much pressure he wanted and the rhythm he needed.

He withdrew his hand and watched her stroking him before his eyes traveled upward and settled on her breasts. They bounced in time with her hand, her nipples rubbing against his chest. Giselle's attention was focused on her hand and his cock but he needed her lips. Alastair dipped his head.

“Look at me.” He ordered. Her eyes were dazed and heavy when they reached his. His lips swooped and claimed hers. He kissed her ravenously as her hand continued to move upon him. Her arm slipped from around his neck and traveled down his body until she found his balls. Giselle cupped them gently and Alastair growled into her mouth.

It was almost too much. Giselle was like a wave of sensations that continued to crash against him. She radiated heat and her scent swirled around her. Wherever their bodies touched, Alastair felt her silken skin gliding against his, spreading a warm prickling over him. Her breathy moans and sighs made the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up. The sight of her flushed and slick in his arms made his already over sensitized cock feel almost raw. He was too aroused, he was afraid his climax would be so intense it hurt. He wrapped his hands around her wrists, stilling her hands.

“Just a moment.” Alastair shut his eyes and breathed through his mouth so he could have a reprieve from her scent. Giselle's hands remained firmly around him but still. He felt his nerves dull and relax as his heartbeat slowed. When he opened his eyes he found her watching him intently, waiting. Alastair nodded before he lowered his lips to hers.

Giselle opened and her tongue met his as her hand began sliding up and down along his length, the other squeezed his sack gently. Pleasure radiated from her hands and shot through his body as the pressure within his balls and cock started to build. Alastair shut his eyes as he felt his body tighten. So many women had done this to him but it had never been this intense, never so vivid. He had never been so aware of the body in his arms or his own as he was with Giselle.
Dear God. What will it feel like when I'm inside of her
? Alastair wondered. The thought of his engorged and straining erection bathed in her juices, sliding in and out of her tight, hot womanhood pushed him over the edge. He began gasping, his chest heaved as his nerves tightened and then exploded. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw to keep from yelling as he felt heat flood his cock before his seed poured from it, shooting onto his stomach and spilling onto Giselle's hand as her strokes slowed.

Once his head cleared he looked down at her. She was staring at her hand. Alastair watched breathlessly as she lifted it to her lips. He fought the urge to stop her, curious and certain she'd argue if he tried. Her tongue washed over her skin, leaving it clean. Her lashes fluttered and she smiled. She looked up at him and laughed softly.

“It tastes soft and sweet and a little salty.” Giselle sounded surprised. Alastair felt his brows pull together.

“What did you expect it to taste like?”
Had she given it much thought?
He wondered. She giggled and shrugged.

“I don't know! But it seems so odd that something so mild could result from something so… strong and so urgent.” She explained. He supposed that made sense.

Before he could start to feel strong and urgent again, Alastair lowered his head and found Giselle's lips as he gripped her waist and guided her back toward the pillows. He kept the kiss gentle, grateful as he lowered them to the mattress and pulled her against him. Relieved that his body didn't react uncomfortably as he rested her head on his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and waited as her body settled against him.

Alastair tracked the relaxing of Giselle's muscles and the rhythm of her breaths until he was certain she was asleep. He slowly eased himself from under her and slid from the bed. He poured another scotch and settled to watch her sleep. He had hours until dawn but it didn't seem like enough time. His eyes clung to her soft curves and pearlescent skin. Her hair and eyelashes kept him enrapt and her lips made him weak. Every time Giselle shifted he leaned forward, fascinated anew and anticipating the way her limbs would settle and her hair would spread against the pillows.

He thought she would move and feel like any other woman, that she would be a collection of the same parts. Alastair grinned sarcastically. She was made of nothing that ordinary women were made of. The way she moved destroyed his control, he could study her for years and she'd still defeat him. And she felt better than anything he had ever experienced. The textures of her body were irresistible, he couldn't stop his hands from touching her. The feel of her against his own skin was overwhelmingly perfect.

When the sky began to lighten, Alastair was still enthralled and disappointed to have to part with Giselle. He picked up his shirt and helped her into it. He couldn't help but smile as he compared the groggy, uncooperative woman in his bed to the alert, restless woman he'd awakened in the coach a few days earlier. Once she was safely in her room, Alastair returned to dress and go for a ride. By the time he reached the stables, the muscles in his face hurt. He had never smiled so much in his life.

Chapter 22

The library was pleasantly warm and softly lit by the afternoon sun. The chair was comfortable and the house was peaceful. Mirabelle and Lucien were out with the horses and Giselle was floating about somewhere, exploring. Despite the conducive atmosphere, Alastair’s eyes kept flicking to the door, refusing to remain on the book in his hands. His mind was preoccupied with what had happened in his bed the night before. The memory of Giselle's hand wrapped around him was making it hard for him to sit comfortably.

He was about to give up any pretense of reading, or self control, and find Giselle when Hendrick entered with a note on the salver.

Alastair,

I’m waiting in the barn.

G.

Alastair sighed despite the anticipation and tightening of his body. He hoped he could convince her to move their rendezvous to another location. Hay made his skin itch and once he started sneezing, it took hours for it to pass. And he could not abide the way it clung to everything, it would be all over his clothes and his person. The idea of finding it in his bedroom made him shudder.

He paused just before he entered the barn and looked around to make sure no one saw him enter. Once inside, it was dark and cool. If it weren't for the way his nose was already twitching (and the mess), it would have been an ideal location. Alastair looked around and frowned as it appeared the barn was deserted.

“Giselle?” He whispered as he waved his hand in front of his face. He was about to leave when he heard a movement above his head in the loft. He shook his head, not enjoying the idea of climbing the ladder and putting himself at face level with what he considered a minor hell. “Would you come down here, please?” He hissed as he looked up.