Because the Night

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~Chapter Thirteen~

Strong arms lifted me, holding tightly. One hand ran the length of my hair.

I let him comfort me for a moment before my wild eyes settled on the body nearby and jumped quickly to the door with its handle buried in the wall plaster.

“What do we do now?”

His eyes glimmered dark chocolate. He was sated and controlled again.

He shifted so that I faced him, removed the towel from my hand and gently ran his tongue along every cut. The wounds sealed quickly. His lips pressed to mine, then he settled me on the couch cushion. Lisimba crossed the room and closed the door. He shut his eyes, concentrating hard on something.

When he opened them again, he said, “We clean up. None of your neighbors heard anything. There’s minimal damage to the door. I’ll remove the evidence and take care of the repairs. I want you to pack a bag. You’re coming back to my place for a few days.”

I tossed the bedroom door wide, grabbing the closest suitcase. I threw random items from my lingerie drawer and then ran to the closet, grabbing three of my neatly-hung suits. While I zipped the clothing bag around the hangers, my brain functioned enough to remember that he currently had a house guest. “What about Melinda?”

Lisimba materialized behind me and swept my luggage into his arms. “This is not a concern. Come.”

I followed obediently, stepping around the back side of the sofa to avoid coming anywhere near the dead body on my living room floor.

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My last visit to his apartment passed too quickly to take notice of my surroundings beyond my immediate scope. So, when he keyed the door, swinging it wide to let me pass, I suffered a touch of culture shock.

Just inside the front door lay a gorgeous rug with intricate design work. The rich reds, blues, oranges and greens tied together to form such an amazing garden pattern.

Lisimba chuckled behind me as I gaped at the beautiful artwork on his floor. “Ah, I see you’ve spotted the Bakhtiari.”

“It’s amazing. Is it a replica? Where did you find such high quality craftsmanship?”

That indulgent chuckle again. “Ma petit, you are so precious. I bought this rug directly from the maker in Persia. I believe it circa somewhere around 1903. Paid a mere pittance for it compared to the price of a simple rug today.”

The audible swallow caught his attention.

“You have a hundred plus year old rug on your floor to be walked on? Are you out of your mind?”

His hand slid along my arm, closing around my fingers when he reached my hand. “What good is a rug if it stays rolled up?”

I shook my head. “Do you know how much a collector would pay for this?”

“Of course,” he said. “Everything is insured.”

I kicked my shoes off beside the door, refusing to step on the antique with them on my feet. “Do I even want to know just how much of your furnishings are insanely old?”

His humor grated on my nerves. “My beautiful dove, everything I have collected through the years is a result of living centuries. It becomes relative.”

Lisimba led me to another section of the flat, one I had not yet seen. He opened a door, motioning for me to enter ahead of him.

I glanced around the room, easily equal in size to half my apartment. The luxury of the furnishings astonished me. The bed and dresser seemed more antiques.

He read my mind. “It’s an Acanthus, 1840, and the bonnet top high boy is from sometime in the late 1700’s.”

I raised my eyebrows. “1840?”

His eyes glittered as his hand swept to the side. “This bed has been in constant use for two centuries.”

I swallowed hard. My heart rate nearly tripled, and my chest constricted. “This is your bed.”

He placed the luggage in what looked like a Queen Anne chair and hung the suits in the closet. Then he approached me, the predator stalking his prey. When he stopped just inches away, my mouth dried. His fingers gently touched my neck; my eyes closed, relishing the instant libidinous fever attacking every inch of my body.

I dedicated so much time and energy striving for control, both over my rebelling flesh and also guarding myself against being hurt. Between the extreme unresolved tension we’d built up over the last couple of weeks and the violent confrontation with my twice over attacker, I realized that Marc was right. I had nothing to lose but the loneliness.

I unlocked the chains holding myself back. The sensation of letting go acted at once as an aphrodisiac and fear stimulus.

I opened my eyes, letting all of my desire from my body flow through them. Lisimba’s eyes stopped flashing colors and stayed bright beam red. I touched a hand to his chest, tentatively at first, and then I dug my fingers into his shirt and jerked him toward me. The meeting of our lips exploded sensation like nothing I’d ever felt before. When his tongue ventured into my mouth, I sucked on it, drawing a predatory growl from him.

I pulled back for a breath, trying to calm my racing heart before it tore itself from my chest.

Lisimba would have none of that. His hand slid behind me, cupping the base of my head gently. “Don’t think, ma petit. Only feel. Let me be your lover, and I shall lay the world at your feet.”

His voice infused my core. Libidinous electricity flowed through my body so strongly, I practically vibrated. He pulled me close and kissed me with amazing passion emanating through his lips. The last vestige of control snapped. I wrapped my arms around his waist and dug my fingers into the deeply lineated muscles of his back. I clung to him as if he alone anchored me among the living. When I pressed my body against him, the groan he released fanned the flames of my desire and revealed a delightful truth. Control, something so important to me, came in many forms. I could control this magnificent, mysterious man. The body which acted such a traitor to me in other situations offered power here.

I clawed his back and received another growl. I let the vibrato wash over me and carry away any thoughts beyond this moment, this man. I rubbed my body against him, stimulating both of us, and then I slid my hands around to his belly, up along his chest and gripped to his shoulders for fear that I would fall from this amazing pinnacle of impetus.

When his hands slid down my back and cupped my ass cheeks, my knees quivered. I tugged him downward, wanting him anywhere I could get him as long as he would not stop, not trusting that I could make it across the room.

Our lips parted. Lisimba scooped me into him arms, holding me tight to his body. “I have wanted you in my bed so long. Let me see what I have so often imagined.”

On fire, I clawed everywhere I could reach. I’d never known desire so strong. He placed me gently atop the bed. Then he moved to the foot of the four-poster and stared at the picture I presented. His chest heaved.

“Beautiful.” He tugged the tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside. My handiwork showed in red crescents and scratches along his torso. Suddenly, the woman hidden deep within told me there was nothing I couldn’t do with this man. He exuded true sexual freedom without concern that he would lose regard for me. I moaned.

Those chiseled muscles twitched as he climbed onto the bed. He slid his hands along my legs painstakingly slow; his face hovered only just above the sensitized flesh. Every breath he released caressed my skin.

Warm air blew across my suzy. “Oh, Christ, Lisimba. I can’t take much more.”

As he ascended the last distance to stretch out above me, he dragged my shirt upward with him. With that out of the way, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me. Heat suffused everywhere we touched. His lips slid along my neck, those amazing teeth scraping lightly on my neck, trailing down along my shoulders as he slid my bra straps out of the way.

I reached down, sliding my hands between our bodies, and yanked at the button on his jeans. I wanted nothing left between us. A full case of wild erupted within me. I pushed, and Lisimba allowed his body to topple, lifting me atop him as he rolled. My center collided with his; I nearly collapsed with the tremor that passed through me.

I spread my hands across his chest. Then my eyes fastened upon the cord between his neck and shoulder, that place that drove him almost to breaking last night. I leaned down and latched onto that sensitive flesh. His hips bucked as my teeth grazed the ridge. He groaned loudly, the sound sending shivers all the way to my core. Without letting go, I reached behind me, unfastening my bra and throwing it somewhere off to the side. Then my hands went back to work on his zipper.

His throaty chuckle gave me a moment’s pause. “I knew you would be this way, this wild. God, Cecilia, you make me boil. I crave you.”

In a flash, I found myself beneath him again. His hands grazed my breasts as his tongue battled with mine. Fingers traced lightly along the underside, sliding slowly around. He continued circling the pale flesh, and when his hands finally touched my nipples, I rose off the bed, nearly screaming with the onslaught of shockwaves coursing straight to my core.

I pulled my mouth away from his. “Oh, god, please!”

Lisimba used the opportunity to lower those delicious lips to my already electrified flesh, dropping delicate kisses all over my chest. One hand continued to assault my nipple while his tongue flicked softly across the other.

“So beautiful, so perfect. Your body was made for passion, ma chère.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek on the nipple recently removed from his mouth. “I want to suck these beautiful,” he pressed a kiss, “magnificent,” his tongue licked from one across my chest to the other, “delectable tits until you no longer know your own name.”

Too breathless to respond, I thought, Not like you have far to go there. Oh, god.

He finished laving attention on my breasts and crept slowly downward. His lips caressed the rise and fall of my ribs as his hands trailed my sides. I heard words spoken and felt his breath brushing across the flesh, but I could not register what he said. Somehow, I recognized the slide of fabric and lifted my hips for my shorts to join the rest of my clothing on the floor.

Those hands stroked along my inner thighs, and a warm breath blew across my suzy. I sucked in a sharp breath and wrapped my hands in his hair. A brief thought crossed my mind that I’d always shied away from such intimate contact in the past. Yet, with how tight I lay coiled, I wanted release, and I wanted it now. I pushed his face to the apex of my thighs.

When his tongue flicked across my clitoris, I screamed like a banshee. “Oh, Christ…yes…more!”

Lisimba did not need told twice. His arms parted my thighs then pinned my legs to the bed. That amazing mouth settled on me, tongue delving inside, caressing the walls before licking up and teasing the bundle of nerves again.

“You taste better than any sustenance, ma chère.”

Every deity whose name I’d heard throughout my life was called as he returned to his feast. Pinpricks of light built behind my eyelids, quickly narrowing to one point.

He stopped suddenly, moved back and slid off the bed to stand at the foot. Those glowing red eyes roamed every inch that lay exposed to view.

I growled. “What the fuck?”

His voice rumbled over me when he spoke. “My beautiful dove, when you cum, I want my dick buried deep within you. I want to feel every spasm in your body clench mine.”

I never thought I could get even more aroused by such crass words, yet I did. I watched his hands working the denim over his hips, down his muscular thighs. He bent forward to move the offending garment out of the way.

When he stood, his erection caught my full attention. He crawled back onto the bed, dragging that massive beast along my leg.

Once close enough, I reached out with some trepidation and caressed the engorged flesh, wondering if he wouldn’t end up splitting me wide open. My nails scraped lightly along the underside. It twitched.

He closed his hands over mind. “Cecilia, stop.” His hands trembled. He breathed deeply as he brought himself back under control. He lifted my hands from his penis and placed them on his shoulders. His own hands caressed my face.

My anxiety must have shown. He kissed me lightly. “My love, I would find no pleasure in your pain. Look at me and see this truth.”

He leveled those glowing, flame-filled orbs to mine. I felt punch drunk from the simple action of watching the flames flicker in those amazing orbs. When the head of his dick nudged softly at my opening, I groaned. The friction of that simple touch was amazing.

I nodded briefly, then raised my legs, wrapping them around his waist, allowing him entrance. As his overheated flesh slid cautiously in my depths, I lost the ability to breath. My nails cut into his flesh and dragged down. I dug my heels into his lower back, urging him full entrance.

I truly could not think; I could only feel. Little existed outside of the area where our bodies connected-my lover and myself in this moment.

I heard a hiss of his released breath and focused on listening.

“Ma chère, you humble me.”

His hands settled on my hips, holding me steady as he slowly retreated, only to inch his way back in again. Over and over again, he eased so slowly. The gentle friction sent shock waves from my core outward. I closed my eyes, accepting the overload of sensation as it coursed through me.

I felt his hands tighten briefly and opened my eyes, meeting his. His intense gaze flared, glowing bright red. I could feel him fighting restraint. I sensed his desire to turn himself loose, to find release, yet he held himself back.

My throat constricted slightly, and my heart thumped hard. This beautiful man cared more about my experience than reaching his own pleasure. Such a humbling thought knocked the wind out of me.

I reached up, caressing his cheek and then dragging my fingertips along his mouth.

Lisimba parted his lips. Then he sucked one finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. If a man felt anything like this when a woman sucked their dick, I now had little wonder why it was such a desired action. When he pulled away from that finger and flicked his tongue over to the next, I thought I might just die of pleasure. All the while, he continued to move inside me, picking up a little speed.

I begged. “Don’t hold back anymore. Just fuck me.” I tightened my muscles around his cock.

“Christ, Cecilia. You’re killing me.”

I used my other hand to pull him close for a kiss. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, making love to it as he did below.

He reached one hand between us, barely brushing his fingers across my clitoris. I screamed into his mouth and wrapped my hands around him, digging my fingers into the small of his back to urge him on. He stayed at a torturously slow pace, matching the movement of his fingers on my clit with the same pace.

In a matter of seconds, every cell in my body reached critical mass, setting off a chain of explosions that rocked my body. Colors erupted in my vision. My back arched. My legs and hands tightened around him. My inner muscles clenched around the massive cock inside me, milking him to completion.

It was my turn to swallow his scream as his climax ripped through him, pelting my inner walls, sending another wave of fireworks through me. My breath caught at the strength of my orgasm.

If I’m going to die, this is the only way to go, I thought as darkness faded around me.

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