Chapter Nine
Kevan felt overwhelmed with all that had happened in such short time. The inaccuracies revealed in the family history, meeting the immortals, her mind not ready to deal with the bar fight, and fearing for her safety, left her feeling numb. Dealing with her unexpected physical desire, on top of everything else, left a sense of being suspended. The feelings she was experiencing for a stranger was something she was having a hard time dealing with; she hadn’t been looking for them, but the desires were becoming as important as breathing.
She could feel Caleb watching her closely as she processed things in her head. Finally looking up, she caught him watching her, leaving her cheeks flushed with the heat that rushed to her face.
“May I escort you to your room?” he asked, offering to help her to her feet. Kevan nodded, taking his hand. Not a word passed between them as they walked through the living room and up the stairs. The non-verbal communication between them was off the charts. While standing outside of her room, waiting for his next move, she prayed that the evening wasn’t over yet.
“Would you join me for a minute?” he asked her, looking directly across the hall to his room. “We need a moment; I don’t want to invade your space.”
Kevan’s heart raced with anticipation. With no hesitation, she followed him, stepping past the door into his room. She had barely gotten past the door, when she felt Caleb grabbing her, picking her up, his mouth devouring hers. She moaned with pleasure, attempting to meld into him, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. It was like throwing a lit match on gasoline. They exploded!
Caleb’s one hand slid under the hem of her t-shirt, fingers caressing Kevan’s bare skin. Breathless, pulling her mouth from his, his hand left a trail of fire across her body. His mouth traced the line of her jaw from her ear down the length of her neck.
Kevan’s hands, loving the feel of his body, began their own exploration, tracing the length of his hard and strong back, wanting to run her fingers over every inch of it. She wrenched at his t-shirt, ripping it in her haste, as it caught between their bodies, her fingers raking down his back, hard and fast.
Caleb lifted his head, eyes grabbing hers, and he hissed at the waves of pain and pleasure rolling through his body. “Is that the way you like it, want it?” he whispered, backing her up against the wall, nipping at her neck. Kevan arched her body so he could reach anything he wanted without interference.
“Shirt off, now,” he ordered, setting her down onto her shaky legs. Doing as she was told, she pulled off her t-shirt, exposing herself to him. He groaned as he pulled her close, his mouth reclaiming hers, as he lifted back into his arms.
Kevan’s legs wrapped around his waist, as she pushed against his throbbing body entrapping her against the wall, allowing him the freedom to use both hands to strip off her bra, exposing her full, beautiful breasts to his seeking mouth that closed over her tightening nipples. Her entire body convulsed, soaring faster and harder into an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced before.
Caleb smiled as he milked her nipple with his mouth and hands, not stopping as he felt her body shaking, her moans of desire pushing him further. “Love the sounds you make when I touch your body,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t want anything between us anymore.”
Putting her back on her feet, both sets of hands pushed and pulled in their haste to remove the offending clothing between them. Caleb’s common sense kicked in, concerned that it was too much, too fast.
“Take them off,” she demanded her voice husky from desire, the need for more echoing, as they made short work of the few remaining items of clothing on their bodies.
Caleb pulled her back into his arms the second she was naked. It was as if they were addicted to each other’s touch and needed a fix. Running one hand down her body and through the curls that sat at the apex of her sexuality, his fingers parted the lips, and he moaned as he felt her need echoing his. Stroking Kevan’s clit gently, pushing her to where she was begging for more, but not letting her slip over, he wanted this to go on forever.
Kevan whimpered with need as she arched into him, demanding more. Continuing at his pace, he grabbed one leg, pulling it up to his hip; his fingers continued their tease of her most sensitive area.
“Please,” she begged, as he slid one finger into her, giving her a taste of what was to come. Kevan keened, needing more.
“Like that, do you?” he probed, as he slowly pumped his finger within.
“More,” she cried, closing her eyes, letting the feelings overwhelm her.
“Open those beautiful eyes,” he commanded, waiting for her obedience. Eyes shooting open, she glared at him. “Good girl, keep them open, I want to see them as I take you.” Her eyes flashed with desire at the idea. “Then take me!” she ordered, trying to take control.
Chuckling, “Tell me what you want me to do,” Caleb asked, as his fingers caressed her, keeping her burning, withholding the intensity she craved. “What do you need me to do?”
“Oh gods,” she groaned, pushing into his hand, “More, I need more.” Caleb laughed against her skin, pulling his hand away, leaving her feeling empty and needy. “No!” she cried out.
Kevan reached out, her fingers curling around him, her fingertips not meeting. Her eyes widened at the realization of how big he really was, while he stroked himself through her fingers. She held tight enough to stoke the fires, but not enough to send him over the edge.
Knowing his satisfaction would come once he was inside her, he reluctantly pulled away from her fingers, “Relax, it’ll fit, I promise.”
“Gods,” she pleaded as he picked her up, tossing her onto the king size bed.
“That’s good,” Caleb murmured, watching Kevan crab walk further up the bed. He grabbed her legs, pulling her under him, giving him access to her.
Unable to take anymore, she reached for him.
“If you touch me, it’ll be over before we get to the good stuff.” Caleb moaned.
“I don’t know if I can take any more good stuff,” she cried into his shoulder, “I need you now!”
Caleb hesitated at the feel of Kevan’s heat, before grabbing her knees and plunging to the hilt. Her gasp stilled his invasion, feeling her muscles envelope and pulse around him.
Kevan’s eyes glazed over with the overwhelming fullness. Soon her body demanded more, expressing her need, trying to create more than a slight friction.
He held her still, feeling her frustration building. “What do you want?” he asked, “This?” He withdrew slightly and pushed back into her, making her cry out when he stopped.
Tears running down her face, she tried to make him continue. “Don’t make me beg!” she pleaded.
“But I want you to beg. I want to know what you want, what you need,” he panted, barely controlled, his teeth clenched, his body shaking.
“Move,” she hissed at him, tensing her muscles, smiling when she heard his gurgle of pleasure.
Caleb had to concentrate against her tightening envelope, as waves of need surged through him. “What do you want?” he demanded.
“Fuck me!” she screamed, arching her body, “Hard, fast, and don’t stop.”
“With pleasure,” he agreed, pulling out and sliding back in, only this time he didn’t stop. Holding tight, he pounded his body into hers. Caleb had never been this affected or involved before. She was so hot, so tight, and he didn’t want to stop, ever.
Kevan pressed her mouth against his shoulder, groaning when he shifted his hips just enough to rub against her clit, building the pressure, but not enough to send her into that blinding feel of ecstasy. Matching him thrust for thrust, not wanting him to stop, erasing memories of past lovers, boys really; they melted away under the man who knew how to take care of a woman’s needs. Reaching between them, his fingers pinched her clit, and her body exploded as her orgasm ripped over her, sending her on a trip that no drug
could ever reproduce.
Feeling her release triggered the tightening in his body, thrusting into her as the shudder of coming exploded through him, roaring as the power of his climax robbed him of all his strength. His head fell back, his body shaking while he emptied himself, before collapsing on top of her, panting.
Kevan raked her nails up and down his back lightly, as shivers subsided. “Don’t stop,” he informed her, nuzzling her neck, “I like your nails.” Kevan smiled, resuming her finger play. “Are you okay?” he wanted to know.
“No,” she whispered, making him look at her, worried that maybe he had hurt her. He started to roll off, but she stopped him. “Not yet,” wrapping her arms around his body, holding him close. “Okay doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now. That was amazing!”
“Well, you certainly know how to stroke a guy’s ego.”
“Among other things,” she teased, as her hands continued to touch him. “I’m sure we could do a lot more testing of that, as long as you are up to it,” Kevan wheezed slightly as she laughed. It was so different from anything she had ever experienced before, and she was having a hard time processing what had just happened.
“I’m too heavy,” he apologized.
“No, I like it,” she told him. He lifted enough to look into her eyes. “Your body on mine feels amazing.”
“So does yours,” he told her, tracing her cheek with his fingers, following the faint blue vein to her shoulder, down her chest, circling her nipple, teasing with provoking strokes, the pressure restoking her desire. As the cascade of heat pulsed through her body, her legs tightened around him, he grew hard again.
A lurid grin lit Kevan’s face. Attempting to rock herself again him, she reached out, fingers grabbing his nipples, pinching, his body surging within hers, as the ecstasy of a hint of pain and pleasure washed over him. Kevan paused, waiting to see if he wanted her to stop.
“You’re bad,” he moaned.
“And you like it, don’t you?” she teased, squirming against his warrior’s honed body.
“Most definitely, but are you sure you’re ready for another round so soon?” he growled, pulling back, waiting. Kevan tried to pull him back with her legs, but he was too strong. He smiled at her frustration, knowing that the longer he held off, the stronger her orgasm would be.
“You haven’t answered me,” he told her.
“Yes, god damn it, I want you again,” she cried, as he rocked his hips against hers, giving her some of what she was looking for, “Now!”
“You know, I’m never letting you go,” he told her. Easing within her tender over-sensitive body, she felt every delicious inch of him, as his possession of her was unbearably exquisite.
“I’m not letting you go either,” she panted. Her body conflicted with the want for him to go slow, but the need for him not to. “Now, please gods, please …!”
“No!” she cried out, “don’t stop!”
“Stop?” his body radiated power, “I’m not stopping all night,” he warned her, rolling over, so she was on top, giving him an unobstructed view of her stunning body. “You have control,” he whispered, “for the moment.” Knowing he wouldn’t give up his control to her for long.
Kevan’s eyes sprung wide with desire. He felt much bigger in this position.
“Relax,” he whispered taking her hips in his hands when her lack of coordination started to frustrate her, giving assistance in helping her find the tempo she needed. Her eyes closed, her body directing the need building within. Caleb’s whispers mixing with the sounds of their frantic breathing, they gave over completely to the desires ricocheting through their bodies. He slid his hand over her body, down to where they were joined together in the age-old dance of desire, his fingers settling on her pulsing clit. Just that little bit more to send her over the edge.
Kevan’s entire body convulsed, as yet another orgasm ripped through her, creating a kaleidoscope behind her eyes, as she collapsed like a wet rag on top on Caleb. His big hands stroked her pulsing body, only gentling, not pushing higher.
Within a few minutes a shiver of cold rippled through her, and she sighed with contentment, as he pulled a blanket over them.
Snuggling into his chest, her head under his chin, “I’m not finished with you,” she promised, licking his neck.
“That’s good, I’m not done with you either, but we need a little rest,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, before wrapping his arms around her body. “We have all the time in the world.”
Kevan smiled as she planted a kiss on his chest, before she let sleep slide over her. “Just a quick nap,” she whispered.