Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) (9 page)

It was finally happening.

His chest was so hard against hers, so perfect, as if they were made for one another. Her hands slid higher, into the thick silk of his hair. She pulled him closer as if even a sliver of space between them was too much. Warmth flooded her system and her body quaked.

His hands were at her waist, her ribs, and he was pulling her shirt up. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and held her hands over her head as he tore the shirt from her body. She stepped back to resume kissing but he held her at a distance and ogled her body, the sun-kissed skin mottled with all of the colors of the rainbow, her delicate bra ruined by seven different colors. The sheer lace cupped the full weight of her breasts, presenting the flesh as an offering to her beloved.

Reverently, he reached out and she saw that his hand trembled as well. Ever so lightly he traced the curve of her breast before cupping it in his warm palm. She held her breath as she watched the hunger burnish his cheeks, as he took a ragged breath. He slowly pushed the strap off her shoulder, pulled the cup away from her breast, baring her to his gaze.

He raised his head and green flames devoured her soul. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

She covered his hand with her own, holding his hand against her breast, knowing he could feel her heart fluttering madly. Moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue, she whispered, “Don’t stop.”

His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply but he did not remove his hand. She could see the battle raging on his face, his usual impenetrable mask gone as he waged an internal war. Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, knowing there was no turning back, she tugged at the knot that held the material around his waist together. The soft cotton came undone and she pushed the robe off of his broad shoulders, watching his face as the material fluttered to the floor. He stood before her in all of his naked glory and her belly quivered in anticipation. She could barely catch her breath as her heart thudded rapidly in her chest.

Her teeth sank deeper into her lip as his erection stretched towards her, dark with blood that raged just beneath the surface. It was long and thick, wrapped in
heavy veins with a plum-shaped head that leaked a clear fluid. With a shaking hand, she reached out and traced the lines of one of the veins along its long length, making his penis twitch. The skin was hotter than melted steel, the flesh was hard as iron, but the skin… the skin itself was like nothing she had ever felt. It was so soft and perfect. He was huge and she knew it was going to hurt to take him into her body but he was what she wanted, what she had always wanted. He was magnificent and she would bear any pain to be one with him.

He sucked in a shuddering breath as she ran her hand along the length of his erection and she froze, her gaze flying to his face, to his eyes that were half-shuttered but still burned into her soul. Color was splattered across the harsh planes of his face and he no longer held any trace of coldness for which he was famous. “Ferris, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Holding his eyes, slowly sliding her hand up and down, pumping his penis in a slow, deliberate rhythm, she purred, “I know exactly what I’m doing, Armand. I want this. I want
you
.”

He groaned a heartbeat before claiming her lips in another scorching kiss, his hands tearing her fragile bra from her body. Her soft curves were pressed against his unyielding flesh and flames kissed her skin, sinking deeper and deeper until her body was on fire. The soft denim of her shorts rasped against her skin and she needed to be naked, to feel the length of his body all along hers.

In desperation, she started tugging at the fastening of her shorts, fighting with the snap until Armand’s strong fingers simply jerked the zipper down, tearing the denim until the material fell to the ground and landed next to his discarded robe. Broad fingers delved into her lacy panties and pressed against the damp and swollen folds of her sex, the touch both foreign and exhilarating. Instinctively, her legs parted and he pressed a finger deeper, touching the unbroken skin of her virginity.

He pulled back and looked at her, his breathing harsh and rapid, “There’s no turning back.”

“I know,” she whispered, thrusting her hips forward and rubbing her clit against his finger. She closed her eyes as exquisite pleasure burst forth from the light touch. His hand moved and the panties were torn from her body and she was blissfully, unapologetically naked. Closing the breath of distance between, she flattened her body against his, letting every inch of her skin absorb the delicious feeling of touching Armand.

Suddenly, he grabbed her around her back and beneath her knees,
swooping her up into his arms and against the blistering heat of his chest. Holding her gaze, he moved slightly before depositing her on the covered chaise, following her down until he covered her with his body. “This is a very bad idea.”

Brushing the hair out of his eyes, letting her fingers linger at his temple, she smiled unsteadily, “It’s the very best idea.”

With a groan of surrender, he kissed her, letting his hand move over her body to stroke her curves, her flat stomach. His hand moved between her thighs and she startled at the contact. Laughing softly, he smiled against her lips, “Relax. If we’re going to do this we’re going to do it right.”

Her smile widened at his words
. They were so Armand, embracing the inevitable and making it his own. He was so domineering and she adored that part of him, she adored all of him. And when he lightly traced the swollen folds of her sex she just wanted him to hurry up and enter her. He chuckled, moving his fingers in a slow, sensuous rhythm against her clit, teasing her with the lightest of touches, “You’re so impatient, my sweet.”

“I’ve been waiting for this for five years,” she growled, sliding her hands down his flanks and grabbing his hips. Pulling his lower body against hers, she strained against him, “Hurry, please.”

“Uh uh uh,” he crooned, driving her mad with that barely there touch. He looked like a warrior after battle, with war paint smudged across the sharp lines of his jaw, the flawless length of his nose, the curve of his cheek. Passion poured off of him in waves, deep and powerful and so all-consuming she wondered how he managed to keep it behind a mask for so long.

Of course, she always knew he was simmering with passion.

Reaching up, she softly touched his lips, smiling when he kissed her fingertips. Sliding her hand upwards, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him down to resume kissing. She loved his kisses. His fingers continued to torment her until her hips were slowly undulating to the rhythm he set. A moan rippled from the back of her throat and heat flooded her face in embarrassment.

Until his cock twitched against her belly and she discovered that he enjoyed making her
lose control, making her tremble and moan. Her body was weeping for his possession but he refused to speed things up, taking his time as if they had all of the time in the world instead of only until the sun came up. It didn’t matter if they only had a few hours until then. They had forever after.

He thrust a finger into her body, the sensation unlike anything she had experienced before and she craved more. As if reading her mind, he eased a second and then a third finger into her, stretching her pleasurably as he mimicked the movements of what was to come. He stretched her further, preparing her for the final penetration.

“I’m ready,” she growled against his lips, her voice low and throaty as she urged him on.

“Not yet,” he denied, lunging his tongue into her mouth as he rubbed his erection against her thigh, the sweltering length blistering her skin. He trailed a line of kisses along her jaw, capturing the lobe of her ear between his teeth before gently biting down and rasping, “I want you to come for me.”

Startled, she jerked her head back and looked up into the blazing green eyes of the man she loved. A slow, heated smile curved his lips as he encouraged her with smoldering eyes. “Come, Ferris.”

She stared at him as he deftly played her body, as he used those musician’s fingers of his and made her skin hum. Unwillingly, her eye lids lowered and she was straining towards the abyss. Warm lips embraced her nipple and she cried out, in astonishment, in rapture. H
er fingernails dug into his shoulders, breaking skin as an orgasm hit her and she came, her body shaking in ecstasy.

Before the tremors settled, the head of his penis was there, pressing into her. Armand’s big, hard body strained as he pushed past her virginity, past her soul. She cried out as pain struck her, taking her out of the dreamy bliss of being in Armand’s arms. His body
froze, his breathing was labored, as he rasped, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she growled threateningly as tears seeped from her eyes and pain radiated outwards from where they were joined. Grabbing his butt, she pulled him closer, feeling another inch disappear into her body, feeling the stretch of taking more than she should.

Resting his forehead against her shoulder he lunged forward until she was sobbing pathetically, pain and pleasure, joy and rapture burning up everything it their path. His body trembled as he held himself still, allowing her body to adjust to his pleasurable invasion. Sweat beaded on his skin, mixing with the paint until color bled from him onto her. She relished in the suffocation of being beneath him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.

“Ferris,” he panted, deep and rough. “I have to move.”

“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and smiling in bliss. He shifted and she released him, letting her hands drift over his broad shoulders, to the paint-smeared chest, and resting on his ribs, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing as he began thrusting his hips. The pain was still a dull ache but she didn’t care. She was with Armand and she knew that the next time was going to be even better.

Pushing his torso up, he stared down at her with those amazing green eyes, holding her gaze as he plundered her body. Silence descended until just the two of them existed, apart from the world. His soul burned brightly in his eyes, entwining with hers until they were one. She could see eternity in his gaze, to a spiritual connection that went beyond time
. It was destruction and birth, death and life, to a sensual connection that went far beyond the physical.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, opening herself up to him, she took him into her body, her soul, knowing they were meant to be together forever. Tears stung her eyes as his body tensed, pouring his seed into the vessel of her body
. Tears because she knew that no child would be conceived on this most miraculous coupling. Tears because she loved him completely.

His arms collapsed and he crushed her between his hard body and the unyielding chaise. Breathing shallowly since her lungs were compressed, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, her heart thudding violently in her chest, matching the shuddering rhythm of his heart. She wanted the moment to last forever.

Slowly, Armand swam upwards towards consciousness, feeling incredible, the best he had felt in perhaps forever. A soft, sweet pillow cushioned his body and his cock was buried in the tightest, most fuckable pussy he’d ever had. It was as if she had been created especially for his pleasure. Nuzzling the woman’s neck, breathing in the heavenly scent of her skin, he stilled as two things hit him at once: the scent of oil paint and the hazy memory of the female beneath him.

Slowly, desperately praying for it to not be true, he raised his head and stared in horror at the face that had always been precious and untouchable. The dark curves of eyelashes brushed against the creamy skin of her cheek, only a few streaks of paint marring the clear complexion. Her lips were rosy and swollen from his kisses and a slight smile tilted her lips, even in sleep. Tenderness swamped his heart and he had to tramp it down before the warm feelings caused him to give in to madness once more.

Her words hit him with the force of a sledge hammer.
I’ve been waiting for this for five years
…. Fuck! What the hell had he been thinking?

Carefully so as not to wake the temptress, he disengaged his body from hers, his penis protesting having to leave the warm, wet depths of her body. A slight frown marred her forehead and she winced, making him freeze. It was almost dawn
. If he could get out of there before his brothers got home he would be able to figure out how to handle this. If he could get away from Ferris he would be able to think with the appropriate body part and not the one that yearned to burrow its way back into her luscious body.