Insatiable (6 page)

“You are so sexy,” he breathed out harshly, his hand lifting to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Ava was trembling, feeling warmed by the heat in his gaze. The limo had now come to a stop, and a quick glance out of the window indicated that they’d arrived at their destination.

“Are you ready to go in?” he asked softly when she hadn’t spoken. His hands were gentle as he helped her redress.

Okay? How could she ever be okay? When a man like him could so effortlessly possess her without trying? She hadn’t stood a chance against the intensity of his touch, and while a small part of her wanted to recoil from the blinding heat of his kisses, she had been powerless to resist.

She mumbled that yes, she was fine, and managed to crawl out of the limo, her knees wobbly, her body weak. She couldn’t remember ever coming so quickly or so hard before and it frightened her how strongly he affected her on so many levels, how easily she gave herself to him.

She felt him take her hand silently as they made their way inside and up the elevator to their suite. They didn’t speak, and he didn’t look at her, but she could feel his tension, the feral aura that exuded from him. His fingers linked with hers, and his touch was strong, possessive. She had no doubt of what lay in store the moment they were all alone in his bed, and while her body warmed in anticipation, her heart warned her that one more time may be more than she could handle, and she’d never find her way back.

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Ava didn’t have time to think about it. Once they were alone in the bedroom, he quickly undressed and she followed him, reaching behind for the zipper on her dress. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him, and she lost herself in his searing, electric gaze.

“I’ll do it.” A dark smile crossed his face.

So she followed obediently, as he led her down the shadowed hall to the front of the ornate mirror, which took up the length of one wall. When he looked back at her, she met his gaze with a probing expression of uncertainty.

“Look,” he instructed her, turning her toward the mirror, watching her intently.

She stared at her unrecognizable reflection. Her wild eyes, her slightly disheveled hair. He stood behind her, his hands reaching to unravel her upbraided locks, bringing it to fall in chestnut waves on her shoulders. His face was bent close to hers, and he lifted his eyes to hold hers in the mirror.

Deliberately, he drew down the zipper at her back, before slowly and gently tugging down the expensive black dress. It pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of it, trembling, her arms immediately moving to cross her chest, to shield her body from his sight but he refused to allow it.

“Ava…you’re beautiful.” His voice was rough, his words sincere.

Ava cast a sly glance up at him from beneath dark lashes and saw in the unwavering intensity of his gaze that he meant it.

She stood in a red strapless corset and panties, her arms hanging against her sides, his hands gripping her wrists. She dared to look at herself and saw that her waist was pinched in a few inches by the snug, sexy corset, giving her full figure even more of an hourglass shape. Her legs stretched almost endlessly down to her shiny black pumps, which elongated her curvy frame even more. She heard him draw in a sharp breath, and with his body so close behind her; she could feel the heat of his nakedness and the rigid length of his cock throbbing against her bare ass. She shivered. It was torment to be standing so close to each other, and yet still holding back.

“So very curvy,” he said in approval, his voice little more than a growl. His hands fell to her waist and he squeezed her bare flesh. He tugged her back hard against him, and she was too excited by his closeness to breathe.

What was he going to do to her?

“Your body is all mine,” he told her softly, making the tiny hairs on her lobe tingle. She gasped and arched her neck, feeling his lips slide over her skin feverishly. His hands smoothed up over her breasts, cupping them.

“I will know every sweet-tasting inch of you…till you are imprinted in my memory, as I will be in yours. And no man is ever going to touch you, or kiss you again, without you thinking of me—and remembering exactly how it was between us.”

Ava felt her pulse race at his deliciously dark promise, and was shocked at her desire for him to keep his word. She didn’t want to think about what about happen after their one week of stolen passion came to an end. All she wanted to think about was what she felt in that very moment, the intensity in which she wanted…
needed
him to claim her as his own. The thought of having to walk away from such a passionate man was far too painful to bear.

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She’d secretly thought that nothing would ever outdo the night they shared together. But that memory was beginning to fade as he ravished her in front of the full-length mirror, his eyes half-lidded, his breath hot and wild against her neck.

He took his time kissing her lips, his hand in her hair twisting her head back over her shoulder so she could meet his mouth. His other hand had pushed beneath the corseted bra to massage her breast, his touch both rough and passionate. She moaned, feeling him massage her sensitive nipple with his fingers. He pinched it suddenly, making her gasp at the unexpected sting. And then he pulled and pinched, and set her on fire with the hot blend of pain and pleasure. Her knees felt weak and unable to support her, and she wanted him now even more than before.

She was hungry for him in ways that frightened her. She wanted him to take her roughly, with no holds barred. To throw her to the bed on her knees and push into her so deep she’d fight to stop it. She wanted hotter, rougher sex with him than they’d had before… And something in the way he pulled on her hair as he kissed her, tugging at the roots so hard it made her eyes burn a little, told her he was ready to give her all that she so desperately needed.

She danced her tongue with his daringly, opening her mouth wider and trying to devour him with her kiss. He expressed his approval with a deep groan, his caresses on her breast mounting in urgency, “Oh hell, I want you so bad,” were his tortured words against her lips, and she trembled as she told him she wanted him too.

“Yes…you do,” he agreed with a dangerous glint in his eyes as they met hers in the mirror.

When he asked her softly if she trusted him, she nodded soundlessly. Over and over again she trembled, wondering the reason for the question. Already, she was finding it hard to breathe, especially in the tightly laced corset that he still made no move to take off. Watching him touch her and kiss her as they stood in the mirror was such a turn-on, and she felt her already soaked panties getting wet all over again.

“On the bed, now.”

His tone was brusque, breaking into her haze of pleasure. Without a word, she moved to the king-sized bed, not sure how he wanted her, till he told her to go on her hands and knees. She obeyed, wondering why it felt so good to be so submissive, to hear him instruct her and knowing she would comply without question. She felt a roiling inside her belly as she waited for him to join her. Moments later, she felt the mattress dip beneath his weight, and then he was tying a silk scarf over her eyes.

Her heart thumped, the sudden deprivation of sight heightening her already fevered excitement. She was taking shallow, rapid breaths to stop the sudden feeling of suffocation. It was far from comfortable and yet it seemed to only add to the eroticism of the moment.

She could feel him caressing her ass, his hands cupping the fleshy cheeks as he told her how sexy and beautiful she was. She squirmed with pleasure, his voice trailing over her like warm satin. Not being able to see, she could only feel him in soft waves of pleasure.

There came the unmistakable feeling of him pressing kisses all over her skin, even as his caresses grew from tender to rough. And then, within seconds she was surprised by his hand coming down hard and fast on her ass.

“Oh!” she gasped, stunned.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, voice husky. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Yes—I mean…” she paused, hardly able to breathe with the sweet stinging she felt from the first, hot slap on her right cheek. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?” was his rumbled enquiry. “You mean this?” And once more, he spanked her, harder this time. His large palm landed with firm force, and she could feel her bottom twinge at the sharpness of the pain. Ooh heavens, she wanted to scream with desire at how incredibly turned on she was by his sudden aggression. She couldn’t believe herself when she told him yes, that. Do it again, harder.

He merely chuckled, but he gladly obliged and continued to spank her, the strength increasing with each strike. Her whole body clenched every time he lifted his hand from her bottom, because she was never quite sure the second it was going to land again. And when it did, the “thwack” on her plump flesh seemed to vibrate all the way to her pussy, making her inner muscles squeeze with pleasure. She moaned out his name, her limbs trembling as she wondered how much she could take before she came again. It was just almost too much to bear.

“I don’t want you to make a sound,” he said gruffly, and she bit back the next moan, her breath catching as he whacked her hard again. Behind her blindfold, she blinked at the spots of bliss, which had begun to appear inside the enforced darkness. Every touch from the flat of his hand was magnified, multiplied by the fact that she could not see, only feel. Her ears pricked to hear the sound of his hand arching in the air, before it came sailing down to spank her ass again and again.

The soreness began to soak into her skin, and she wanted to sob at the pleasure-pain, till she remembered his warning for her to keep silent. She swallowed convulsively, lips parting as she forced air into her punished lungs. She almost wished now that she hadn’t pulled the front laces of the corset so tight. But then it had given such a lovely cleavage that she’d done it up tighter than she should have. And now, she was near suffocating inside it, unable to take deep enough breaths. She felt herself grow light-headed from the sensation, her mind swimming as she realized she was close, very close to fainting away with pleasure.

Suddenly, he stopped, and this time when his hand touched her bottom, it was in gentle, soothing caresses. She heaved a sigh, willing her heartbeat to regularize, her breathing stuttering erratically from her chest.

“Good girl,” he said deeply, rubbing her now tender skin, and she actually felt her heart dance at the words of praise. “You like it a little rough, huh?” As he spoke, she felt him slip his fingers between her thighs, reaching for her pussy, which was slick and ready. He growled in delight, even as she wobbled at the knees, a soundless gasp spilling from her open mouth. His other hand reached for her breast, his body leaning over hers as he roughly squeezed the shapely globes, then ran his fingers up her back, smiling as she shivered. Ava bit on her lip and groaned.

“So tell me how badly you want me inside of you,” he said, his breath caressing her ear. She could feel the hardness of his cock sliding in between her aching ass cheeks, and she seemed unable to stop trembling. “I need to hear you say it,” he added softly, his tongue running over her sensitive earlobe and making her sigh shakily.

“I want you inside me, Jonas,” she let out at last, her voice breathy and euphoric at the prospect of being soon filled with his magnificent cock. “I want it very, very much.”

“Oh baby,” he groaned, and she felt a shudder run through him. That was when she realized how much he’d been punishing himself, as well, and not just her. But he soon regained control and straightened to position himself behind her. Seconds later he was hooking a finger into her panties, drawing it to the side as he pushed her knees further apart and lined his shaft in front of her slit. She tensed in anticipation for that moment when he would finally enter her.

But first, he only teased her with the head of his cock, driving her crazy as he stroked himself against her opening. Her thighs began to tremble helplessly, and this time she couldn’t hold back a tearful sob. She asked, begged, for him to take her. She thrust back against him, desperate for penetration. He was only making her all the more wet and all the more ready to be powerfully claimed.

When he finally rocked into her, she almost went blind with pleasure, unable to keep herself from crying out his name. She heard him groan, his body going still as her pussy vibrated around his invading cock, which was only half inside her. And she wanted more. Instinctively, she pushed back in his direction—just before he took hold of her hips and dove into her to the hilt.

“Jonas!”

Ava gasped, unprepared for the solid sense of feeling him fully inside her. There was a terrible sweetness to the pain, and she didn’t want it to end. She wriggled her ass against him, and he took it as a signal that she was ready for him.

She felt his fingers in her hair, roping the long, thick strands around his wrist. And then he pulled roughly, leaning back on his knees so that she was forced to arch back till she was balanced on him. His thighs were now underneath hers, and he began to pump himself into her pussy, his hips bucking upward. Lost in her dark, bottomless world, Ava could only moan and arch against him, wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving her. Her discomfort with the corset was irrelevant now, with Jonas’s hard cock pushing deeper and deeper into her, pounding against spots within her core that she’d never known a man could reach. Her ass bounced up and down on him, their movements corresponding perfectly, his straining cock desperately needing release.

He’d let go of her hair now, this time reaching around for her breasts with both hands. Focusing on the sensations of his touch, she moaned as he tweaked her rock-hard nipples. His hips were moving like pistons now, pushing his cock even deeper into her pussy. Ava felt herself blacking out with pleasure, feeling his large hands squeezing possessively on her bouncing mounds. He whispered gruffly in her ear how much he loved being inside her, and how good it felt to have her pussy wrapped around his cock so tightly.

Ava shivered in delight at his words, her hands covering his over her breasts—fondling roughly. His thrusts were now coming fast and hard, jarring her whole body with the repeated impact, her senses blurring. The intensity of it all was just too much for her, and moments later, her mouth opened in a soundless squeal as her pussy clenched and released continuously on his cock in a furious climax.