The Chosen Sin (24 page)

He nodded.

Entranced, Daria flopped down on a bed and popped the top. She inhaled deeply. “Oh, fuck. That's better than sex.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not sure if I should be offended right now or not.” He picked up the package of dates and came to sit beside her.

Daria selected a peach slice and bit into it. Juice ran down her chin and the ripe, succulent flavor of the fruit exploded in her mouth. After she'd taken her time chewing and swallowing, she tipped her head back and groaned in ecstasy. “You should be jealous.”

“I'll take that as a challenge.” He bit into a date, eyeing her speculatively.

Ignoring that comment, she plucked a date out of the container and munched it. “So, did Sante say anything else?”

He shook his head. “No, but I don't want to talk about Sante tonight anyway.”

“Fine.” She shrugged. “Let's talk about you, then.”

“Me?”

“Well, clearly you've plumbed the mysteries that are Daria. I have some catching up to do. For example, how did you survive those years with your blood mother? I still don't understand that.”

“It wasn't that bad, Daria. I mean, it's true I was Chosen against my will, but in a lot of ways it was like coming home. I hated her for a time, then things got better.” He paused, his face hardening. “Then, toward the end, I hated her again.”

“Why?”

He shrugged and bit into another date. “She tried to push me to do things I didn't want to do.”

He didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it, so she changed the subject. “You said it was like coming home? Not for me.”

“You don't have the genes. It's probably a lot harsher for you. How are you doing, anyway?”

She studied a slice of peach. “I'm trying not to think about it. Just trying to take each day as it comes. I feel stronger than I did before, but I'm afraid it might make me too sure of myself and I know I'm still weak for a Chosen. Might get my ass kicked.” She nibbled the peach. “And I miss food.”

“Have you thought about what you're going to do when this is over?”

“Go home. Tell my mom I've been Chosen. After that, I don't know. I'm not sure I want to continue to work for the ABI.”

“Why not?”

“Sante has been my goal for so long. Once we bring him down, I'll have achieved it.”

“I'm sure the GBC would welcome your help.”

“We'll see. I have some money saved up. I might want to do some traveling. I've never seen the moons of Songset. I've never visited the oceans of Galileo. It's a big universe out there.”

“You going to do all that alone?”

She glanced at him. “Why? You looking for an invitation?”

“Maybe.”

She dropped the rest of her peach into the container. “What is it you find so compelling about me, Alejandro? I'm prickly as all hell and I'm high maintenance. I'd never cook for you or pick up your dirty socks from the floor.”

“I like prickly and high maintenance. It makes a long life more interesting. Anyway”—he turned her chin toward him—“I know what you're like under the prickly.”

She knew she'd regret asking. “What's that?”

“Someone who is caring and loyal. Someone who would go to the four corners of the universe for a friend. Someone who would sacrifice their whole life for someone else.”

“What if I'm doing all that for
me
?”

He shook his head. “It's all about Julia.”

She swallowed hard. “Can I have a date?”

He smiled and handed her one.

Daria nibbled it. “So how many women have you seduced since you were Chosen, Alejandro? You seem pretty good at it.”

“A few. Not as many as you might think. None as interesting as I find you.”

She shot from the bed and crossed to the other side of the room. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop acting like you care about me.”

Alejandro stood and walked slowly toward her. Her stomach tightened increasingly as he approached. “It's not an act. I'm being honest. I told you I was taking the gloves off, Daria. I didn't just mean sexually.”

He reached out and took her by the upper arm. Then he paused, as though expecting her to react in some way, perhaps pull away. Daria couldn't. She couldn't do anything but stand there, frozen and wondering at what she was feeling, wondering about the warmth that had spread through her chest. Then he pulled her forward, up against his hard chest and into the circle of his arms. He lowered his head and set his lips to hers. She could taste dates on his mouth.

Alejandro kissed better than most men made love. His teeth captured her lower lip and dragged, sending shivers down her spine. Then he growled a little and slanted his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue within to mate with hers. His kiss was at once possessive, ferocious, and tender. She rested her hands on his upper arms, feeling the pulse and bulge of the muscles there.

It took her breath away. Everything about Alejandro Martinez seemed to take her breath away.

It was like the first time he'd kissed her. Hell, it was like the first time she'd ever been kissed. It made her feel seventeen again, seemed to erase everything that had happened since that age when she'd been young, lush, and innocent.

Her hands floated up to smooth over his broad shoulders, finding his silky hair. He slid his hands up her back, letting one palm cup the nape of her neck. The kiss went on and on until her knees felt weak and her whole body shook almost imperceptibly.

Outside the window, in the garden, rain began to fall. The gentle pitter-patter of the raindrops was comforting, but the novelty of the occurrence wasn't enough to draw their attention. That was all centered on each other.

She thought about interrupting the kiss and stopping this whole thing . . . whatever it was. She
should
, really, but she didn't want to.
Fuck the shoulds
. For this night she would let Alejandro lead the way. She was weary of fighting.

Alejandro broke the kiss and led her to the bed. Wordlessly, he turned off the light, stripped her clothes off and then his. They curled up together under the covers with as much skin touching as possible while the rain fell steadily outside. For the first time in years, Daria felt relaxed and content.

Alejandro's cock pressed against her leg, and she reacted to it. She responded to the scent of him and the heat of his body, her languor slowly turning into a lazy sexual desire. Her sex grew warm and she shifted against him, knowing very well that Alejandro could sense the change in her body.

She would like to have that cock in her mouth, to feel the way his body tensed as she pleasured him. Daria liked to have control over a man that way, knowing he lay at her mercy, helpless to the mere stroke of her tongue. The thought of making Alejandro that way made her cunt quiver with anticipation.

In a relaxed movement, she reached between their bodies and took his shaft into her hand. He let out a low, delicious-sounding moan as she caressed him.

If Alejandro didn't know before what she had in mind, he did now. Daria doubted he would object.

His cock was long and wide, any woman's dream. Dark, deep lust somewhere in the center of her cried out for her to have it in her mouth.

Daria hadn't been with many men. She could count all of them on two hands. Yet, her experiences hadn't been tame. There was little sexually that she hadn't done, aside from anal sex, but she couldn't ever remember needing a man like she needed Alejandro at this moment.

Maybe it was simply the desire to connect with someone. Daria didn't know and her body was far too needy at the moment for much introspection.

She dragged her hand up his cock and used his foreskin to pump him. Groaning, he tipped his head back.

“You're killing me, Daria,” Alejandro murmured.

A small smile curved her lips as she leaned toward him and kissed his throat, allowing her tongue to steal out and draw small circles on his heated flesh. “Oh, I'm not done by half yet,” she whispered, then disappeared under the covers.

After kissing her way down his luscious chest and over his muscled stomach, she found herself at the desired locale. Running her finger up and down his shaft, she explored every inch at her leisure, happy for the small amount of light being let in at the top edge of the blankets.

She leaned forward and licked the smooth crown, savouring the drop of pearlescent pre-cum that had slipped from the tip. Alejandro's body tightened and he groaned.

Acting as though she had all the time in the world and her body wasn't crying out for satisfaction, Daria traced over the length of his shaft, exploring every vein and teasing the small, sensitive area just under the broad, smooth crown. Every movement she made drew a shudder of pleasure from him.

Right when she sensed Alejandro was about to go insane, she engulfed him in her mouth.

18

ALEJANDRO'S body jerked with pleasure as Daria slid her lush lips over his cock. He'd hoped she'd come to him again, initiate this without the help of his veil, but he hadn't expected it to happen tonight.

Not that he was complaining . . .

He fisted his hands in her hair and his breath hissed out of him. The hot, velvety interior of her mouth around his shaft made pleasure bunch in his balls. Impatiently, he flipped the blanket off, needing to be able to see her.

He fought the urge to bury his hands in the hair at her nape and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Hell, he fought the urge to yank her up, spread her thighs as wide as they'd go, and sink into her warm, silky cunt.

He watched his length appear and disappear between her lush lips. With her tongue, she teased all the places that racked his body with erotic shudders. His fingers tightened a degree in her hair.

That was all he could stand.

He let out a stream of Spanish and gently thrust between her lips. Her tongue rippled and stroked him. It took only a few moments before pleasure exploded from his balls and he released himself into her mouth in a hot stream. Her tongue still bathed him after it was over, licking away every drop of his come as the shivers that wracked his body faded away.

Finally, she let him go, resting on her side and gazing up at his face with a hungry look in her eyes. His gaze traveled from her feet, up her smooth, shapely legs and curved body to her face.

“Get up here,” he commanded in a hoarse voice.
“Vos necesito follar.”

“What does that mean?”

“I need to fuck you
.”

The slight smile on her lips faded and her pupils grew darker.

“Come here,
querida
.”

Moving to deliberately entice him, she traveled up his body slowly. Her hips swung and her shoulders rolled, a sultry expression on her beautiful face. She moved like a cat, a woman set on seduction. Here was the Daria he remembered from years ago—confident in the sexual power of her body.

If she meant to make him crazy for her, he was already there.

He rolled onto his side and pushed her to her back. With his index finger, he traced every hill and valley of her nipple until it tightened and grew hard. She closed her eyes and sighed, her body tightening with desire.

Alejandro dropped his hand between her thighs and teased her clit, rubbing it back and forth, until she moaned. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “What?”

He petted her cunt until she moved restlessly on the bed and she was so aroused he was sure she wouldn't deny him. “I want to see how you make yourself come. Don't tell me you never do it, Daria, when you're all alone and needing it.”

She only stared at him, hesitation on her face.

He withdrew his hand. “Close your eyes and pretend I'm not here. Touch your breasts.”

After a moment, she allowed her eyes to drift shut. Her hands moved slowly to her lovely breasts. Cupping them in both hands, she skated her thumbs over her nipples until they grew hard, cherry red—so suckable. As she caressed herself, her breath caught in her throat and her cheeks flushed crimson. Her hips thrust forward, as though looking for something to fuck.

Alejandro wanted to give her something, but first he wanted to see this through. “Now touch your pussy, Daria. Stroke your clit. Slide your fingers deep inside your cunt and tell me what you feel.”

She splayed her hand on her stomach, just above her mound. It stayed there.

His Daria was shy, how endearing. Clearly she needed more detailed instruction. “Part your thighs.”

Not opening her eyes, she did as he asked.

“Farther. Show me everything. Spread yourself completely.”

She bent her knees, so her heels touched the backs of her thighs. In this position, she was completely open to him. Her cunt was swollen in its arousal, blushing a nice shade of pink. Her labia were flushed and pouting. Her clit peeked, engorged and begging for attention, from its hood.

“
Que lindo coño.
That means you have a pretty pussy, Daria.”

His fingernails bit into his palms as he fisted his hands tighter, trying to resist touching her. He wanted to ease his fingers over her clit, make her come right now.

Patience. He needed more of it.

“You want to come, don't you? You want to feel my cock driving in and out of you, fucking your sweet cunt until you scream.”

Her eyes flickered open. “Alejandro, you're killing me. Yes, I want you.”

Alejandro fisted the blankets in his hands. “Make yourself orgasm for me. I want to watch. Do it slow.”