Unearthed Treasure (8 page)

Chelsea turned to watch him, still toying with her nipples, her breaths coming hard and fast as her pleasure spiked. She understood what David had told her, and part of her marvelled that, even lost to his lust as he so clearly was, he still thought of her enjoyment, still wanted her to be with him, matching him step for step and thrust for thrust.

She’d seen him fatally wound a man in the past—someone who had threatened to blow their covers and expose them to certain death. David had shown little care or remorse, killing the man and cleaning up the mess. He’d been surprised when she’d offered to help him remove the evidence, but he’d accepted with a nod, simply not concerned by the darkness of death and destruction.

That was the only side to him almost anyone knew. She saw so much more, and their new intimacies had only deepened that knowledge.

Slowly, with copious amounts of lube, David finally eased a finger inside her anal passage. Chelsea moved one of her hands down to stimulate her clit, her pleasure heightening. As he had described, the penetration of that single digit burned, but it was a darkly intense, pleasure-filled ache. She felt full, stretched and skewered. But at the same time a million nerves were being stimulated, sending shocks of pleasure coursing across her body.

The dichotomy of the situation took her breath away. Yes, it was painful, but it was also the headiest bliss, the darkest, most sensual experience she’d ever had.

“More,” she pleaded.

Proving he trusted her fully, David took her at her word. Slowly, he inserted a second finger into her arse. She cried out, the discomfort of being stretched hard now blurred with the pleasure. Overwhelmed, Chelsea didn’t know whether to rock her hips back and plunge his digits their full depth inside her or pull away and end the torment.

Recalling his description, she understood what he’d meant now. Embracing the pain, she breathed deeply, sucking air into the fullness of her lungs and adding more oxygen into her blood—just as she did when the first wave of tiredness came over her as she ran.

Pushing mentally through the barrier, she opened herself to the new sensations bombarding her, rolled the glut of feelings up until she focused on the pleasure and moved past the agony of this new possession.

Wave after wave of intoxicating sensations rocked through her. David began thrusting inside her tight, virginal channel, fucking her slowly, lazily almost. Her need ratcheted up, hunger burning through her from within.

She thrust her hips back, leaning her chest towards the mattress to shove her arse higher into the air, pushing his fingers deeply into her. By accepting the pain, she craved it more, the darkness overwhelming her.

“More, David, please!” she pleaded.

Answering her without words he fucked into her faster, harder now. He stretched her thin passage, the lubricant easing his way and making wet sucking noises as he moved with speed. Nerves were stimulated, and with her clit receiving attention from her own hand, Chelsea’s desire climbed higher, spiking with this new sensation. Tension rocked her body and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. The threatening wave of orgasm rumbled on her horizon.

“Fuck me, David,” she cried out, losing herself as she felt the storm approaching. Electricity seemed to spark from her body, the intensity of her emotions, the feelings and sensations her lover brought out in her like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

Letting go of her control, she willingly gave herself fully and completely into his care.

“David, please, just fuck me hard, deep in my arse, right now!” she screamed.

“Oh shit, darling, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, hunger etched in his tone.

She felt him withdraw and nearly wept with the loss. She heard the liquid sound of more lube being squeezed and seconds later she felt the enormous, hot head of his cock pressed to her arse. Turning her head, she saw fierce concentration reflected on David’s face.

Lifting up she looked down and swallowed hard at the picture. His thick, hard shaft looked enormous, swollen fully. His head was mammoth, the glans so much bigger than her puckered entrance. For a second doubt assailed her. Surely he couldn’t fit in there? The girth of his tip was nearly double the size of her hole.

Hard, sharp pressure assailed her as he pressed just the first inch into her passage. The lube assisted him, slick and wet, but her breath caught at that first whip of a burn that promptly blossomed into a dark pressure. Stroking her clit, she drew in a deep breath.

David’s hands were warm on her hips, his grip tight but not bruising. He exerted a small bit of pressure, urging her to change angles. She complied and it eased some of the pain. When his shaft stroked over a sensitive cluster of nerves, pleasure shot through her, dulling the hurt and shocking her senses.

“Open for me, darling,” David panted. “You’re so fucking tight, so hot, I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

His words drew her into his spell, a sensually woven latticework that snared her even as she eagerly entered its embrace. Tweaking her nipples with one hand, she slowly stroked her clit with her other fingers. As before, the dichotomy of good and bad blurred, and her enjoyment rose again. This second time, though, it was darker, deeper and far more intense. She could have sworn she heard thunder rumbling in the distance, the building pressure gathering within her promising a climax unlike anything she knew could exist.

David filled her completely, his cock lodged into full penetration. He removed himself and pressed back in, working slowly, the strain visible on his face.

“Let go,” she pleaded. “Give yourself totally to me. You can’t possibly hurt me, love.”

Something in her words seemed to resonate with him, and just as she had submitted to him, fully and willingly, so too did he reciprocate. He threw his head back, shouted out a primitive cry, and lost his control. His moves became harsh, instinctive. Increasing his speed he plunged in and out of her, fucking her arse with wild abandon.

Words couldn’t express what it felt like. Intense. Erotic. Darkly delicious. None of the labels even came close.

Overwhelmed, Chelsea’s body shook with reaction to the possession and branding he cast upon her. Her response was no less, though decidedly feminine.

She opened herself to him, eagerly followed where he took her. She met him, thrust for thrust, pressing her arse back and accepting him for all he was. Her breath escaped in short pants. Tears sprang to her eyes at the explosive, exhausting level of emotion he wrought from her.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her orgasm crashed over her, taking her by surprise. It was like being hit by a tidal wave, the force of it damn near painful as it washed over and through her.

She screamed, a fierce sound that shook her to the core.

David was barely a second behind her. His thrusts were hard now, bruisingly so. He plumbed her depths, his limbs shaking as his cock spurted, ejaculating his seed and filling her ravished hole.

He roared, his masculine shout echoing with hers, reverberating around the room until she felt the walls should be shaking from the noise.

Chelsea could feel the warmth seeping out of her arse and down her leg, but she couldn’t have cared less. Aftershocks sang through her body, twitching her muscles as exhaustion washed over her. She collapsed forward onto her belly, the mattress taking the brunt of her fall. Still locked inside her, David moved down with her, the warmth of his body protecting her from the chill in the room.

She could smell the pleasant scent of their mingled essences. Salty, musky, floral—they melded together to an indefinable smell she recognised as
them
.

David wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing them together until they spooned on the mattress, her back pressed to his chest, his dick still inside her butt. Chelsea wriggled to fit herself closer to his warm frame, never wanting him to leave her, hoping they could stay like this forever.

Nothing would ever be the same again. She knew it now, embraced it.

David lifted a hand and stroked her hair, the gesture infinitely tender. She smiled.

“I love you,” she said softly.

She hoped he wouldn’t be surprised or upset at her words. She knew they loved one another, had known it for a while now. Knowing it on an intellectual level, however, was different to expressing the words so finitely aloud. There could be no questions or hesitation, no dissembling from this point in. For, once stated, they couldn’t be retracted. More than that, they were so entwined now, their hearts and souls so knitted together, that it would be devastating to her should they split apart.

“I love you too.”

He kissed the nape of her neck. She shivered and turned her head to stare at him.

“I love that lilt in your tone you get when you’re tender with me,” she confessed. “I can hear it sometimes, like a siren call from home. When you said that, those four words, it’s like a lure to me, drawing me ever closer to you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied with a grin, the tone still present. She chuckled and turned her head back, snuggling into his embrace.

“Be careful you use it for good,” she teased. “I’d be tempted to do anything for you when you use that tone. ‘Tis a terrible weapon you have there.”

Only as the words echoed in the room did she realise the double meaning he could read into it. She laughed, knowing she didn’t need to explain or speak further. His dark chuckle proved he knew exactly what she had meant—and unconsciously implied.

Her heart overflowed with love for this complex, marvellous man whom she adored.

Chapter Five

David’s world had been completely shattered. He knew now, without any question, that he could not survive without this amazing woman. The way she’d surrendered herself to him, urged him to give the same to her… Words failed him.

They lay cupped together, relaxed and as comfortable as if they’d been lovers for decades. He wanted to close his eyes and ignore the world, shut it out entirely and relish getting to know every inch of Chelsea’s skin, in learning what made her sigh and scream, writhe and plead for mercy.

Sadly, his duty weighed on his conscience. They had a job to do. If she decided to step away he would urge her to leave for Dublin the moment she could finish packing, but he could not do so—wouldn’t leave his work unfinished, these criminals out to harm other innocent people.

The fact that he felt so strongly this way suggested Chelsea would have a similar if not identical belief. They were both stubborn, wilful people. David knew at times there would be fireworks and arguments where their shouts could make the house around them tremble. But they loved each other with a rare passion he’d never seen in others.

The future looked bright, delicious, enticing.

He glanced at the clock and sighed. He was loath to bring up the fact that they had to be moving, but soon it would be impossible to ignore.

“I know,” Chelsea murmured. The laziness in her voice, the sensual undertones, had his cock twitching hungrily. David firmly squashed the small flickers of desire that lapped in the base of his balls.

Now was not the time, tempting as this siren was.

He stroked a hand down the long, dark curls, marvelling again at their silky softness.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” he said, leaning on his accent, using that lilt she’d confessed drove her wild. “But we need to get dressed and ready—we have to go rob the National Gallery, darling.”

Chelsea laughed. She dipped a shoulder and moved delicately away from him—his cock sliding out of her warm, wet ass—and turned to face him on her bed. When she wrapped an arm around his waist he let her draw him close, snuggling them together.

“If anyone else had said that to me in a moment like this I’d think they were insane. But you somehow make it sound dangerous and completely normal at the same time.”

He grinned, bent his head forward and pressed a hot, searching kiss to that lush, red mouth of hers. Her cheeks were flushed delightfully, her lips moist and plump from their earlier passion. Pulling away so he could sit up David took a deep breath. He stared down at the decadent, luscious vision Chelsea made.

Burning the delicious image of her splayed, ravished and passion-spent on the sheets into his brain, he held the picture close to his heart, another treasure to add to the growing number in his soul.

“No other man will ever say such things to you,” he vowed, a smile taking the possessiveness from the words. “Besides, I’m sure in time you’ll say equally strange things to me. It can be our secret.”

Resting a hand on the mattress next to her head, he used it to hold his weight as he bent, kissed her again and ran his free hand through her curls, spreading them over the sheets and mussing them further. Pulling back, he studied her again and smiled tenderly.

“You’re the most beautiful, treasured person in my world,” he said. Chelsea’s dark blue eyes became enormous and her cheeks flushed a deeper red.

Not wanting to ruin the perfection of the moment with talk, he smiled silently, then climbed from the bed and moved to the bathroom. Opening the shower cubicle so he could reach inside, David then leaned in to adjust the water to the heat he liked. Satisfied, he stepped in and quickly washed himself.

Part of his mind—the hidden Neanderthal man who in reality resided in most men to one degree or other—hated removing the evidence of the passion and possession he’d shared with Chelsea. He wanted to wear her scent with pride, know her juices coated his body and that nothing could separate them.

Reality, however, was an ugly bitch. He needed to focus on the task at hand, not have sticky skin and clothes rubbing him wrong. Nor did he need the added distraction of Chelsea’s scent on his every inch, as well as standing next to him as they broke into the Gallery.

Clean, he was about to turn off the faucets when Chelsea opened the cubicle door. She grinned at him, a warm, welcoming invitation. His cock stirred.

“No pouncing,” she insisted. “We have little enough time as it is.”