Claimed By Chaos (21 page)

“Oh, dear lord…” Giselle whispered before she hauled in a shuddering breath.

“You little fool!” Alastair hissed. “I could have plowed you like a clumsy oaf on my own.” He cursed as he carefully sat up and began to sooth her with his hands. His fingers sought out her tense muscles as he tried to pull some of the pain from her body. He saw her jaw clench and his chest ached. “Why didn’t you listen?” He complained.

“I have to get past this first.” She echoed tightly. Alastair shook his head as he tenderly wrapped his arms around her and found her ear with his lips.

“Carefully, lift yourself.” He forced himself to remain calm while his body urged him to pull her down, fully upon him. Giselle wrapped her arms around his neck and a weak moan drifted from her throat as she rose. He prayed that she wouldn’t dismount and call an end to their mating. Instead, he groaned in relief when she let herself sink down again. “Thank God.” He whispered under his breath.

“Mmm hmm.” She sighed as she repeated the motion.

Alastair tried to distract himself as Giselle slid up and down slowly upon him. He searched for a theorem or formula but his mind remained blank, fused to where his body joined with hers. Eventually, her gasps and moans became soft and deep and she relaxed in his arms as she sank lower and lower.

“Is it better?” He asked cautiously. She nodded as she let her lips slide against his.

“So much better!” Her lips curved as her hands wrapped around his head, threading though his hair.

Alastair felt overwhelmed with relief. He let his hands roam her body as his mouth devoured hers. Giselle continued to press herself against him, upon him, taking more of his length as her body rocked against his. He ignored the lust that raged and tore at him and focused on the finer details of her body. His eyes clung to her lips as she panted, the way her skin on her shoulder glistened in the soft candlelight, how thick her eyelashes were as they spread upon her cheeks… When her head fell back, he was mesmerized by the way her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Alastair let his head lower as he filled his hands. Giselle moaned desperately as his lips closed around her nipple.

He pulled her in as he squeezed and stroked. Her body started to tighten around his and he flicked his tongue. He suckled as her hands pulled him against her. Her movements became frantic as she started to beg his name. Alastair pulled his lips from her breast.

“I’ve never felt anything as perfect as this.” He whispered as he let his eyes wash over her. He wasn’t sure she could hear him, as she pressed and slid within his arms. Giselle’s fingers dug into his shoulders and she bucked against him as her breaths became rapid. Alastair wrapped his hands around her ribs and felt them growing tight. She wasn't exhaling. “Breathe, let it out, my love.” He commanded. He pressed his hands up her back as she gasped, helping her lungs release. He felt her muscles clamp around his cock mercilessly as she started to shake violently. He forced his body to remain still as she twisted and arched against him and sobbed his name.

Once again, he stroked and soothed as she melted against him. His body protested and ached as he felt her soft, lush body sag in his arms. He distracted himself with handfuls of her hair that he inhaled and counted the number of times he felt her eyelashes flutter against his skin until she became alert and started to rub herself against him. Giselle raised her head and smiled as she set her fingers to Alastair’s lips. He kissed them gently.

“How do you feel?” He searched her face as he held his breath. He was almost hysterical with lust but he was afraid she would be too hurt to continue. Her eyes narrowed and he felt the muscles within her ripple as she rocked against him. His shoulders lifted from the mattress and he cursed as he held his body taut. She giggled as she lowered her lips to his ear. He felt the warm huff of her breath and shuddered.

“I feel like I’m ready for you to stop holding back. I want all of you.” Her tongue caressed his ear lobe and his control snapped.

Alastair’s arms closed tight around her as he rolled, pinning her beneath him. His mouth crashed against hers as he settled between her thighs. He flexed, driving his cock deeper within her. Giselle moaned in approval and wrapped her legs around his waist. He shut his eyes as he buried his face in the corner of her neck and let the smell of her body fill him. Alastair filled his hands with the firm, round flesh of her bottom and tilted her so she could take him deeper. The delicious pressure that usually took over his balls and shaft radiated outwards. It started with the friction of his cock as it stroked within her tightness and rushed down his legs and up his torso. He felt it in his toes, his ears, against the backs of his hands, his eyelids…

“It’s not supposed to feel like this!” He tried to breath deeply but it became more intense. Everywhere her skin touched his, warm pleasure throbbed. “I need to stop.” He said the words but his body kept moving. Giselle’s head was thrashing from side to side as he continued to drive deeper into her. Alastair’s body became saturated with tingling heat, as if every part of him was thrusting within her. He started to feel delirious and tried to push away from her but his body just pulled closer. His mind felt like it was folding in on itself. He tried to focus on something solid but only found Giselle’s swollen lips and bouncing breasts. When he tried to feel his heart, to monitor it’s beating, it felt as if it was drifting lower, like it was being pulled to where he drove into her. Everything within him felt as if it were pouring into Giselle’s body through his groin. “I have to stop!” He yelled.

She gripped his shoulders and he didn’t know if she was trying to pull him to her or help him slow down but his hands pulled her tighter to him and his hips only thrust harder. Alastair felt dizzy as his vision blurred and filled with color. The exquisite pressure started to build and it was in his hair and his teeth, it was everywhere. His throat filled with a rush of heat and he knew he was screaming as bright light flared within him. Everything within him contracted and went dark for a brief moment before he felt a concussion and his nerves exploded. It was as if he had truly shattered into a million pieces as all sensation left his body. Alastair blinked his eyes and it felt as if he was doing it on slow motion until he felt his body return as a rush of searing pleasure. He arched and was helpless to stop himself from screaming again as he felt the pressure burst from his cock as a stream of lightning and liquid heat flowed from him. As if from far away, he heard Giselle moaning his name as she convulsed and writhed beneath him. His body started to slow down and respond.

Alastair was finally able to push up on his arms as he felt the last few tremors of his release ripple through him. He felt solid again, his skin prickled as every pore came awake.

A soft knocking on the door startled him and Giselle tensed.

“Alastair? Is everything alright?” Lucien asked cautiously.

“For the love of God, go away!”
Alastair yelled as he tried to catch his breath. Before Giselle could reach for him, he jerked back and away from her. He crawled backward from the bed and stumbled until he felt the wall at his back and let himself slide until he felt the floor beneath him. She sat up and started to follow but he raised his hand. “Just give me a moment.” He whispered hoarsely before he covered his face with his hands.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Giselle’s voice shook with concern. Alastair felt laughter bubble within him.

“I don’t know what that was!” He laughed as he shook his head. “I don’t know if I’m alright but I feel incredible. I’m rather lightheaded.” He admitted. Giselle looked relieved as she rested on her heels.

“Oh, well…” She bit her lip as she looked at him expectantly. “Do you think it will always be like that?” Alastair felt his eyes grow round.

“No! At least I hope not. I’ll have to find some way to control that or else it will kill me.” He chuckled but he wasn’t entirely certain he was exaggerating. She didn’t look totally convinced either.

“What do we do? How are you going to control it?” Giselle asked softly. Alastair felt a grin tilt his lips as his eyes swept over her.
“I’ll do what I’ve always done. I’ll practice, over and over until I’ve mastered it.” He felt his body tighten as he saw her eyes flare and she moistened her lips. He stood up slowly and pushed from the wall. Alastair prowled toward the bed but stopped when he saw the red and pink slick that coated the inside of her thigh. He stepped back as a wave of nausea rolled over him. Giselle’s eyes followed his and she gasped. Her eyes flicked back to his face and he felt guilt twisting his gut. “I’m so sorry!” He whispered. His eyes searched the coverlet and he became lightheaded when he saw red smudges where she had laid. “How could I have let myself lose control like that?” His voice was hoarse as he shut his eyes and turned from her.

“No!” Giselle argued. He heard her moving on the bed. “Alastair, come here now.” She demanded. When he looked at her the coverlet was gone and her thigh was clean. He moved forward and she rose on her knees and scooted closer to meet him. “I promise you, I’m fine!” Her hands brushed gently against his chest and slid over his shoulders as she pulled him to her. “The best part was when you lost control.” Giselle whispered as her lips brushed his chin. Alastair frowned.

“Knowing that I hurt you, seeing your blood makes me feel ill.” He mumbled as he ran his hands up her back. She laughed softly.

“That’s silly. I’ve suffered far worse and I know that you’re used to seeing blood.” She ran her tongue along his jaw and he waited for his body to overreact. It remained quiet and he tried to relax.

“It’s different with you. I feel irrational at the idea of you being hurt and that I could cause it…” He stretched his neck from side to side as the muscles of his shoulders pinched.

“You didn’t hurt me.” Giselle brushed her lips against his and Alastair felt desire stirring, his body started to harden and he pulled her closer.

“You’re going to be sore later.” He murmured against her lips and he felt them curve.

“Probably, I won’t mind.” She traced his lower lip with her tongue and his cock felt heavy. “It was worth it and I don’t think it will make too much of a difference whether we do it once or twice.” Her voice was low and thick with desire. Alastair smiled as he let his hands drift lower and stroke her bottom. Giselle moaned softly and slid her tongue between his lips to tease his.

He started to contemplate how to take her. Removing his clothes and offering himself to Giselle symbolically had been necessary but being completely naked their first time hadn’t been ideal for him. It would have been easier if he had been clothed. Not that he regretted it. Despite it being overwhelming and painful at times, the pleasure had been staggering. Alastair just wasn’t ready to feel anything that extreme again so soon. He needed to find a position that would be less stimulating for him that still allowed him to satisfy Giselle.

Alastair realized that practicing, repeated exposure to the violent climax he’d experienced wasn’t the answer. He needed to rely on the years of practice he had already had. If he kept his focus on Giselle’s body and her pleasure and minimized his own stimulation, his body should adjust with time. It was most likely the anticipation and his fixation with her that had caused it to be so severe. He predicted that after a few weeks of intimacy, his climax would be more manageable.

Alastair started to guide Giselle to the middle of the bed as he followed on his knees.

“Turn around.” He commanded as his hands closed around her waist and turned her. She looked over her shoulder expectantly. He let his hands span her lower back. His thumbs caressed the narrow hollow between the muscles and then he let his fingers glide over the curves of her bottom. It was so round and firm, it made him hard every time he thought about it. He traced the underside and she gasped and shivered.

“That tickles!” She whispered.
If I use my lips?
He wondered.
Later.

“I see this in my sleep.” He admitted as his hands closed about the smooth globes.

“But you barely sleep.” Giselle pointed out. Alastair chuckled as he pulled her against his chest.

“True. But I’m much happier when I do now.” He swept her hair to one side and pressed his lips to her shoulder and she sighed as he started laving the corner of her neck. She was slightly salty from perspiration. Alastair decided it was the second most delicious thing he had ever tasted as he grazed her with his teeth. He pressed his hands to her stomach and let them slide slowly upward and around her breasts. He set his fingertips to her throat and felt her pulse before he let them slowly drift down her chest. Keeping his strokes light, he delicately traced the upper swells of her breasts and counted the pace of their rise and fall. He let it accelerate in anticipation before he set his palms to her soft flesh but barely grazed her. She whimpered when he lightly brushed her nipples and tried to arch into his hands. Alastair set his hands away from her and settled them on her stomach again as he pressed her back against him.

Giselle moaned in frustration. Alastair pressed his lips to her ear and made a shushing sound and she shivered. He clenched his jaw as her bottom wiggled against his erection.

“There’s no need to rush this time. We have hours.” He whispered.

“Hours?” Giselle’s voice was weak and breathless. He smiled as he started tracing her breasts again. He kept his touch light, teasing her as he watched her breathing become erratic and her temperature rose. When he finally rolled her nipples between his fingertips she sobbed in relief and her head fell back against his shoulder. Her hips twitched and she tried to pull his hand from her breast. “Please, touch me!” She begged.

Alastair let his knuckles trace her ribs as his hand slowly made its way to her thigh. He wrapped his hand around it and let it slide toward her center. Giselle moaned and let her knees slide apart. He reversed and his hand drifted behind her, caressing her bottom as he gripped his cock. He rubbed it against the cleft and then pressed into the hollow of her thighs. Alastair thrust forward, rubbing against her womanhood until he protruded from between her legs. He withdrew and repeated the motion. Giselle gasped and he felt wet heat coat his length. He shut his eyes and swallowed a groan as he set a slow pace, stroking her tender flesh with his erection as his hand returned to her breast.