behind her ear.
“Yes. I want you inside me. Now.”
She felt him smile against her neck.
“I’m afraid I can’t accommodate you just yet, petit. I’ll end your torment soon. For now, you must keep your hands on the wall,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument.
Clara groaned in frustration but obeyed him.
Raoul moved down her back, dragging his teeth and tongue over her wet skin, licking up the water droplets that collected on her body. His hands moved down her ribcage to her belly, lathering her and teasing unbearably with his nearness to her pussy, fingers massaging just above the hairline. He reached the top of her buttocks with his mouth and pressed kisses across the top, at the base of her spine.
Clara startled when she felt his tongue slide down the cleft of her buttocks, then jumped in shock when he nipped the underside of one cheek. He sucked at the tender skin, and she felt something building inside her at the odd sensation. It was a forbidden area--she’d never allowed a man to ... kiss her there. She hadn’t known her cheeks could be so sensitive. She shook at the feel of his sharp teeth grazing her neglected flesh.
He broke away and nuzzled her nether cheeks, his breath hot against her. “Spread your legs for me, Clara,” he demanded, his voice hoarse, hovering on the edge of control.
Clara trembled and moved her legs slowly apart. Something wet and hot pressed firmly against her taint while he slipped one hand down to massage her inner thigh. She felt as though she was being groped by two men, handled everywhere she wanted most. She jerked as his fingers slipped through the hair covering her pussy, teasingly slow, just shy of where she wanted to be touched the most.
“Raoul, please...,” she said hoarsely, unable to bear the torment.
He flicked his tongue against her and delved deep with his fingers until he found her swollen clit. Clara moaned, biting her lip as he rolled the small nub between his fingers, moving his tongue higher up her slit, until he plunged the liquid smooth length inside her depths.
A gasp tore from her throat, and she pressed her forehead to the wall, tilting her ass toward him, unconsciously begging for more. He pushed his tongue further inside, curling it in her tight passage, then withdrew to lap at her juices and the sensitive edges of her hole. His fingers found a tempo with her clit, alternately rubbing and pinching with faster and faster thoroughness.
A pulse beat in her sex, climbing with each stroke. He broke away from her cleft, and she felt the loss with aching clarity.
“Ma doux ... my sweet. You taste so good,” he said, his voice muffled against her inner thigh. He sucked at her labia, pulling at the outer lips and moving toward her thigh.
Sliding his fingers down, he plunged two inside her, keeping his thumb rubbing hard against her clit. Clara shook as he moved in and out of her, bucking against his hand. She was going to cum. She could feel the orgasm build with every stroke, trembling on the edges of her climax.
It took her with a suddenness she hadn’t expected. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers. As the orgasm ripped through her, she felt his teeth sink into her thigh. Clara screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing as one.
Sated and gasping, she collapsed against the wall. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, though her cleft still spasmed. He stood behind her, kneading her ass cheeks.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled softly.
“No,” she said weakly, “I don’t think I can take any more.” The orgasm had left her weak and her appetites appeased.
“You can. And you will.” Kissing and suckling her neck, he turned a knob and the wall units of the shower came to life, spraying the length of her body. The water massaged her breasts and belly, sensually bringing her back to life and washing away the evidence of her arousal. Guiding her, he moved them both until a jet of water sprayed directly against her sex. She moaned at the liquid assault to her sensitive flesh.
She heard him squirt more soap out, and after a brief moment, felt the nudge of his cockhead between her ass cheeks. He slipped down, slowly opening her folds.
She wasn’t moist enough, she knew, to accommodate his huge length. Biting her lip, she expected pain and braced for it. He pushed his swollen cockhead past her tender lips and thrust fully inside her.
Clara gasped as he slipped with little effort inside, his way obviously eased by the soap. She was exhausted ... and dismayed to realize he’d rekindled her desire.
Placing his hands over hers against the wall, he pumped his huge cock into her, lifting her up with each powerful thrust. The water pummeled her clit with the vibrating power of a machine, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
He cupped her breasts, massaging her hard, grinding his hips against her.
Raoul was so huge and tight, she thought she’d burst from taking all of him in. Each stroke nudged her cervix. Just when she thought it was too much, that she couldn’t take any more, he pulled out and began again. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Ramming his cock full hilt inside her again and again. Clara shook her head, crying out as he bit her neck and sucked her with bruising force.
The climax flamed through her veins, and still he drove into her, groaning against her neck, whispering French into her ear before plunging his tongue inside. Her clit spasmed with the continued assault, torturing her with another wave of pleasure.
Groaning, he worked into a frenzied tempo, and she could feel the power of his climax building even as her own radiated through her veins. He groaned hoarsely against the back of her neck as his cock pumped its seed into her until he was completely drained.
He collapsed against her, pressing kisses along her shoulder. Clara moaned as he pulled his heavy length from her body.
He turned her around and pressed her into the wall, crushing his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss. When he pulled away, her lips felt tender and swollen. And she’d thoroughly enjoyed every second.
Smiling wolfishly, he guided her to the overhead faucet and they rinsed away the sweat from their love making, running their hands over each other with playful thoroughness. Clara wondered if it was possible to become addicted to another person, and knew if so, she was hopelessly hooked.
Raoul patted her down with a towel until she was dry, then he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, which was located right next to the bathroom.
The room was equally large as every other in the house, and a bed dominated much of the floor. He set her feet on the floor and drew back the comforter, revealing black silk sheets.
Clara climbed in and he followed, spooning her as he cradled her close and wrapped his arms tight around her. Secure and comforted, she felt positively glowing. He’d succeeded in taking her mind off horrible possibilities, but slowly the fear began creeping back, though not as strongly.
Determined to put it from her mind, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She’d just drifted off to sleep when she felt Raoul tense behind her. And then a voice whispered in the room.
Chapter Five
The bed dipped as Raoul rose, and she felt the loss of his heat instantly.
“You violate the pact entering my home, Danior,” Raoul said.
Shivers skittered up her neck like spiders’ legs. This wasn’t possible. Was she having a nightmare? Clara scrambled to the side of the bed, fumbling for the switch on the lamp, clutching the blanket to her chest. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. How the hell could Raoul see anything?
She really didn’t expect him to be answered, least of all by the man from the alley. There was a harsh laugh, too cold to be Raoul’s. “You broke the second mark, Raoul. Did you expect me to do nothing?”
Light washed through the room as she found the elusive switch. She gasped and felt the blood drain from her face. The dark stranger, Danior, stood in the middle of the room. The hair rose on the back of her neck, chilling her. This couldn’t be a nightmare--nightmares had never felt so ... real.
