The Color of Twilight (3 page)

"Spread your legs. More,” he demanded gruffly.

She swallowed, hard, and parted her thighs. It wasn't enough. He grasped her knees in a firm grip and hauled her legs apart, spreading them further, stretching her nearly as far as she could go. She grasped the edge of the fountain to keep from losing her balance. The anticipation merged with a strange sort of fear that infused her blood. Her cunt lay vulnerable to him, completely open. Air licked her slick folds, slowly drying her lubrication.

He was utterly silent. Her skin burned, flushed between her thighs. She could practically feel the probe of his interest there. She wanted to open her eyes but couldn't. Afraid one false move would break the fragile connection.

Frost looked down at her, anger and desire seeping into him. He wanted to break her, as he'd been broken. Hurt her, as he'd been hurt. She was so damned proud, so unfeeling.

He looked down at her. Pale pink flesh cut a swath down the center of her, the edges of her ragged garment accentuating the smoothness of her skin. Her markings were pale, a coral scroll that twined around her breasts like flowered vines, moved down her belly to her womanhood. It was naked, glistening with the proof of her arousal. Her lips were a deep coral, plumped by the probe of his fingers and her own excitement. He could smell the sweet scent of her cream.

His cock throbbed painfully with each heartbeat, straining against his pants. It took all he could do not to rip the fly open and fuck her now, before she'd been punished, before he had a chance to lay bare her soul. He groaned inside, fire searing his groin like lancets. How easy it would be to press his advantage. She couldn't know how close to the edge he tread, how savage his intent.

"Take off your mask,” he said, not recognizing his own voice, thick with lust.

She reached up and pulled it off, baring her finely delicate face to his eyes. He wanted to see her eyes, open, glowing golden green with passion. But he couldn't bear the touch of her gaze on him. He felt shamed for the lust that could not be slaked, the lust that drove him insane with need.

The coral markings scrolled around her eyes, slanted, making her appear as exotic as she truly was. How he longed to trace those lines with his tongue, travel the length of her body, until she screamed his name, until she was hoarse and could scream no more.

He shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it to the ground, kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, bent and removed his pants. He stood naked as the day he was born. His belly spasmed with his movements. His cock stood at attention, as if sensing his proximity to losing control. It throbbed with the need to ram, to force, to bury deep inside her. He took a shaky breath, knowing it was time to begin.

Darcy slowly became aware the soft gurgle of the fountain had ceased. A current of energy slid over her skin, electrifying her senses. She heard something soft drop to the ground, like the rustle of clothing.

Something cold touched her thigh, ice. She jerked involuntarily, surprised. It melted against the heat of her flesh, water trickling down her skin in a sensuous movement. She released a small gasp of surprise when he moved it closer to her apex, teasing her with its nearness.

The cold made her shake, but didn't freeze and burn as normal ice. He'd done something, something she could scarce imagine....

His mouth suddenly sucked the opposite thigh, molten heat that shocked her with its contrast to the ice. Her breath became thready with anticipation. Her lips parted to drag in air. Her body responded, arousal soaking her, despite her exposure.

She lost her breath when his tongue suddenly swiped across her clit. He lapped at her pussy, swirling through her cream-laden slit, sucking at her clit until she was mindless with the heated ecstasy spreading from his tongue.

He growled against her mound, nuzzling her clit with his nose as he rubbed that icy shaft against the opening of her vagina. Darcy flushed, kept from burning alive only by that cool rod, wanting to feel it quench the numbing fire threatening to eat her alive. She wanted to scream for him to finish it. He sucked her swollen bud until spasms wracked her pussy, making her muscles clench in an agony of desire unfulfilled.

He leaned her slowly back until she rested on the wide lip of the pool, one knee in the air, her other foot on the ground. She sucked in a deep breath, her belly trembling, her body jerking with imagined and real touches.

He moved that icy probe to her anus, continuing to lap her folds as he slid the tip in slowly.

She clenched in surprise as he moved it around, stretching her, working her own cream into her back entrance. The muscles stretched, seared with cold and by the thick, foreign object. She wanted to tell him to stop, but the lust built as he moved the rod further inside her, until it rose to a pitch that had her silently begging for more. Small explosions rocketed her body, made her whimper deep in her throat. She'd never been so vulnerable before, never so much at his mercy.

Her juices flowed in abundance, and he lapped them up, growling with supreme satisfaction. His tongue moved rapidly, ravenous, stoking that pitch, cooling the fever as he worked the rod inside her.

He lifted her legs with rough, eager hands until they bent over his shoulders. He stabbed his tongue into her cunt as he slid the ice dildo deep in her rear.

Darcy screamed. She arched, grinding her cunt on his face, clenching her hands on grass and stone as sweet agony ripped through her veins. Pleasure and pain lanced through her, riveted in her core, making her gasp for breath. Waves of lust licked at her from his penetration, the molten glide of his tongue, the frigid pressure at her rear. She bucked against him as he fucked her anus with the bite of cold and lapped at her pussy with liquid heat.

His mouth moved from her entrance, dragged over her achy lips. Something prodded her core. More than ice, water. Hot, it scorched her, moving inside her vagina like a molten cock..

She was stretched to overflowing, rammed deep in each opening. Her kegels quivered with unsated desire. She was too full even to breathe. And still he didn't stop. She didn't want him to stop. She needed to climax if she was to live.

He lifted off her, pressed her knees wide, to her belly as his mouth sought her neglected breasts. Molten liquid rippled inside her, stroking her g-spot as ice delved her rear. His teeth scored one nipple, then another, dragging them to attention. They throbbed, lanced with pain and the pleasure of his mouth. He tugged one nipple with his lips, pulling her until lightning shot through her breast and spread to her belly.

Darcy cried to have him, to have his magic inside her, as it should be. Rough waves built in her, higher and higher. Her body clenched with it, with the feeling coming so close, she could die.

"You are mine,” he snarled soft against her breast, biting her almost to pain.

The magic withdrew, leaving her empty. She cried out at the denial of bliss, the sudden loss. He growled with rough possessiveness and dragged his lips over the column of her throat.

"I've hated you, wanted you. You drive me insane,” he ground out, hard on her breasts, pinching her nipples until they throbbed and her breasts grew heavy.

He shifted, pressing down on her harder, her legs splayed, her knees high on her chest now. She had to gasp to breathe, assaulted on all senses, glorying in the feel of his weight bearing down on her.

Her labia parted unaccustomedly wide. The broad head of his cock nudged against her vaginal opening, making her cunt tighten like a fist.

"You are so hot,
flamier.
Will you burn me alive when I fill you?” Regret and heat filled his voice, rumbled in his chest. He shuddered against her, tense as if in pain.

He pushed forward, the mushroomed head of his cock easing past the thin fold of skin at her entrance. “Too tight, sweet
flamier,
” he whispered in a tortured voice. “You will be the death of me."

Darcy groaned as her delicate flesh stretched to encompass him. He was so much bigger than she'd imagined, so incredibly thick. It hurt to take him in—it hurt not to. Her body craved him like a drug, needed the unknown ecstasy of his stroke. He worked slowly inside, moving his engorged tip forward in torturously small increments.

His breath grew ragged, matching her own. Sweat misted her skin as she fought the pain of his entrance, striving to embrace the pleasure so close to fulfillment. And still her cunt salivated for him, soaking them both to ease his passage.

His pace threatened to drive her mad. She could take no more, needed the agony, the pleasure. She reached up, touched his face and brought him down to her lips.

She kissed him, felt his shudder through her body as she thrust her tongue into his mouth and tasted his wildness. He groaned into her, sudden and hard, and pushed his cock inside, stretching, burning. Pain and pleasure knifed through her soft muscles as he sank to the hilt.

Darcy screamed into his mouth, stretched to the limit and needing more. Incredibly, he moved deeper still, so thick, she could feel every vein, feel the hardened ridge of his cockhead buried inside her.

She begged with her mouth, needing the drive of his cock in her, anything to make her feel one with him, anything to erase the emptiness. He forged a rigid path through her tightness. Her tender tissue parted with a forceful gush at his hard thrust.

Her blood screamed in her veins. Her body wept. Every nerve ending stood on end. She clutched him with her pussy, demanding, pulling him deeper instinctively. He pulled back and drove in again, lifting her with the thrust, grinding his pelvis against her throbbing clit.

She ached inside. Her muscles rippled with trembling pleasure.

He rocked into her in a driving motion, like a piston, her cunt tightening harder and harder on his engorged shaft. Every fiber burned. Her pussy screamed for release, clamping down on him, devouring each thrust and begging for more.

He pushed her until she parted, crushed her beneath him. Her thighs stretched with each movement, bordering on a pain all their own that only heightened the driving of his cock inside her. Her swollen nub pulsed, abraded by his groin, until it swelled with the beat of rushing, pumping blood.

Frost tore his mouth from her kiss, scored her throat with lips and teeth, pumping with abandon, driving the fire of her blood higher.

The lines of his markings touched her own, merging. She felt them heat along her skin, flow like water, moving, growing hotter and hotter until it almost burned. It ravaged her nipples like a hot mouth, moved down her belly, straight to her core.

His hips jerked against her as the fire and ice of their joining merged, became a lava that melted away the last of her resistance.

His cock swelled inside her. His seed exploded into her depths as her core pulsed with the mind numbing fire of her climax. Her orgasm tore through her, rapturous, throbbing to the beat of her heart.

Frost's guttural cry echoed her own. She screamed as her muscles contracted with near pain, riding the shuddering bliss until she was sobbing in exhaustion.

Her feet dropped, enveloping him between her thighs in comfort.

Long moments passed in sweet agony. He moved, freed his cock from her depths with an erotically wet sound. Her body protested but acquiesced.

He kissed her, his lips soft and coaxing, making her want more. It felt sorrowful somehow, out of place. Like a kiss good-bye.

Darcy opened her eyes as he lifted off her.

"You were supposed to keep your eyes closed,” he said, without heat.

She sat up, covering her breasts with one arm. She flinched as her sore bottom and cleft took her full weight. “Why, so I couldn't see you leave?"

His eyes flashed with anger. “I release you from our binding. No one need ever know—no one cares. They all think you are dead ... at least to our kind."

The bitterness in his voice, his words, hurt, even if it was true. She suddenly didn't want to accept it. She shouldn't have to sacrifice the only person she ever wanted to be with.

He bent and retrieved his fallen clothing.

"You're leaving me then? Why? Why did you come at all?” she asked, trying to keep her misery out of her voice. He didn't turn around as he dressed. She watched the play of his muscles, the dwindling glow of his markings, and knew that she would never know their touch again.

"Because I'm a fool, to this day, I remain one. Why should you care if I leave? It's what you wanted. What you ... always wanted.” He walked toward the gate, his voice low and mournful.

No! Not like this
. So cold and unfeeling. This couldn't be the last time she'd ever see him. She'd done what he wanted and still it wasn't enough.

"Don't go!” she cried, standing. Her knees gave out, weakened from the energy sap of their joining. They ached as she struck the ground. She ignored the bite of pain. “You can't leave me. I ... want you, Frost."

He stopped. His shoulders shook as though she'd struck him a mortal blow. “It's too late for that,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I've always wanted you, Frost. I couldn't make myself say it before. I was too proud, too childish and stupid."

He faced her, pain etched across his features, dimming the light in his eyes. “Why do you do this? You've had your pleasure. There can be no more."

"There never will be if I lose you.” She stood slowly, walking to him.

He closed his eyes, in agony. “What are you saying?"

"Open your eyes, Frost,” she murmured, stopping before him, cupping his jaw in her palms. He looked down at her. The anger was gone, leaving him strangely unprotected, open to her. She could destroy him now, if that was her desire.

"I love you. I always have. There is no life for me without you."

A ragged cry escaped from his throat as he wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips to hers. She opened for him, soft and sweet, the bloom of love shimmering between them in a warm haze that glowed on their skin.

He pulled back, kissing her closed lids, the corners of her mouth. She looked up at him, felt her breast swell with emotion.