Shadow Keeper by Christine Feehan
The drapes were pulled, but he knew it was early, no more than five in the morning. Her mouth was busy, taking him straight to paradise, hot and wet and clamped tightly around him. She swallowed him down and then drew back, all the while her hands stroking and caressing the inside of his thighs, his balls and then the base of his shaft as he emerged slowly from the wet heat.
He recognized the feel of her mouth surrounding him. No one could ever feel so exquisite. A kind of ecstasy, blood pounding through him, his body hot, his heart beating through his cock right into her mouth. He couldn't help himself, he began to thrust lightly with his hips, pushing deeper into paradise, feeling every streak of lightning flash through his body straight to his groin.
He groaned when she tightened her mouth around him, when her tongue danced and flicked, when she teased his crown or took him so deep he pressed into her throat so that she squeezed him like a vise. She had magic in her, a skill that was unbelievable. He caught her hair on either side of her head, bunching it inside his fists, holding her head still so he could control every movement, his body spinning out of control.
She was Sasha, and she gave him that, relaxing for him, letting him take his own pleasure for just a few minutes while his cock swelled, filling her so full she barely could breathe. He was forced to let her head up when he saw her eyes swimming with liquid, but there was laughter there, joy. She loved what she was doing. Her hand slid down between her legs, and that was his undoing.
Giovanni pulled her off him completely, his cock furious, desperate and ferociously hungry. He'd never been like that in his life. "Get on your hands and knees." It was an order, nothing less, and he was already catching her around the waist and lifting her to the position he needed her in. One hand caught the nape of her neck and thrust her head toward the mattress while he knelt behind her, feeling her slickness, ensuring she was ready for him.
He took her hard. The moment he slammed his cock home, pushing ruthlessly through the tightest muscles he'd ever encountered, her sheath bit at him, clamping down like a vise. The friction nearly sent him over the edge. She cried out and pushed back into him. Her bottom was up in the air, that beautiful ass he watched sway every chance he got. He smacked it, watching his handprint appear on her pale skin, feeling the flood of liquid coating his cock.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Sasha." His voice was hoarse. He couldn't stop moving. Surging deep, retreating, thrusting again and again. Between each deep thrust, he added more color to her pale cheeks, reveling in the way she surrounded him with scorching liquid each time.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, little soft cries and whispered pleas for more. He wasn't certain what the more was, so he gave her both, his body a piston now, hammering into hers, while fire streaked up through his body, threatening to engulf him with flames. He didn't care if he burned alive as long as he could feel this ecstasy again and again. He wanted it to go on forever.
One thing he knew, he loved fucking her. He loved her bare ass. The shape of her. The feel of her. The way she moved. The way she responded to his brand of sex. Rough. Hot. Demanding. She made her own demands. She wasn't timid about what she wanted, she used her body to tell him. Slamming back into him, impaling herself while he surged forward. Her breasts swung with every jolt and he wished he could suck on her delicious nipples while he took her. He wanted his cock in her mouth. She was the hottest thing he'd ever known, and he knew no other woman would ever satisfy him after Sasha's brand of lovemaking.
Without warning, her body clamped down hard on his, muscles gripping and milking. He felt his seed boiling. Hot. Rising like a volcano. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he realized he hadn't worn a condom, but it didn't matter. If he got her pregnant, so be it. He was marrying her. She was going to give him children.
"Giovanni." Her voice was breathless. "I can't hang on. You have to pull out."
"Not pulling out." It was already too late. The orgasm took him like a freight train, roaring through his body until he couldn't think, only feel. Spurt after spurt rocketed through him, blasted into her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her to him while a tsunami seemed to have taken over her. The waves crashed around him, her body squeezing his ruthlessly, over and over, a wild crescendo until she collapsed on the mattress and he went down over top of her.
His heart beat through her body while the aftershocks shook both of them. They lasted quite a while and he wanted to feel every single one of them with her. His weight had to be crushing her so that she was breathing shallowly, but she didn't complain. He threaded his fingers through hers and held her down, his mouth on her shoulder, then her neck, tasting the cinnamon candy-apple flavor he loved, using his teeth to tease her and his lips to ease the sting.
"You good?" he asked, when he could finally talk.
She nodded. "Giovanni, you should have pulled out. You weren't wearing a condom."
"I'm sorry, baby. I know you wanted me to, but I was so far gone ..." He should have felt terrible about it. Any decent man would. It was her body. She decided when, not him, but damn it, he wasn't feeling one iota of remorse. He was a fucking dick, but that didn't seem to matter. He wanted her to have to marry him. He wanted his child growing in her.
The revelation was shocking when every member of his family was so careful, had been taught practically since birth never to go ungloved. To be responsible. They were riders and they didn't leave children scattered all over the country.
"I'm not trying to trap you."
Her denial was so unexpected he almost didn't understand what she said. He was expecting righteous condemnation, not her concern that he would think she was deliberately trying to trap him into marriage.
"This isn't your responsibility, Sasha. You told me to pull out." Reluctantly he let his body relax so he could slip away. He hated that loss of connection. He liked sharing her skin. Her body. He rolled over and reached to scoop her close.
Sasha lifted onto her elbows. Her sapphire eyes swept his face. "You don't understand. One of the girls at work, the night Darby ripped my uniform, told me horrible ways to trap a rich man. She said women did it all the time, and the best way was to get pregnant. I know that's what that game was all about. All of you are so tired of having women try to trap you that you really have no respect for them anymore. I don't want you to think I'm like that."
He cupped her face, thumbs sliding over her soft skin. He loved the way she felt. "Baby, you're going to hate me when I tell this to you, but I'm not going to let you feel guilty or allow you to think I believe you're trying to trap me." He took a breath, let it out and stared directly into her eyes so she could see the truth there. "I'm trying to trap you. I'm desperate for you to commit to me. I tell you my intentions and you never answer me back. I want you pregnant with my child. I want a ring on your finger. I want the privilege of having you for the rest of my life."
He waited again for condemnation. She stared at him like he'd grown two heads, but she didn't get angry. He didn't see one flare of her temper, and he knew she had one.
"You barely know me. We just met."
"You've said that before. Your shadow touches mine and I know all I need to about you. I know you have that same knowledge when they touch."
She didn't bother to deny it. "You're difficult to read. You're honest with me, yet deceptive with others. Never your family, but practically everyone else. You lead a kind of double life. You're a playboy, but I also feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility. The two things don't add up. I feel a great deal of power and danger mixed together. You love family and you're all about your family. That affection applies to your neighborhood. Or territory. I can't decide if you're a criminal or not. I'm not trying to be negative because I'm not certain how I feel about any of it, just telling you the truth."
"How do you feel about being with me?"
She ran her fingers down his chest to his groin. "Obviously, I like being with you. I think about you when we're not together and I worry. I think you're ho
"Kiss me, baby. I need you to kiss me."
She leaned into him, her full breasts brushing the heavy muscles of his chest. An electrical charge flashed through him straight to his cock. He'd just had her, but he wanted her again. And again. Just looking at her did that to him, let alone the memory of how she felt. And then there was that elusive taste.
Her lips pressed against his. Soft. Firm. Cool. Heating fast. He slid his tongue along that delicious seam and his teeth tugged at her lower lip, demanding entrance. If she thought to tease him, it wasn't going to happen. He took over, his tongue sweeping in, claiming that mouth. His hand cupped her breast, fingers tugging her nipple. Rolling. Claiming her breast. His other hand slid from the nape of her neck down her spine and shaped that beautiful bottom, claiming her ass as well.
Once was definitely not enough. He rolled her over, his thigh between her legs, pushing them apart. He kissed his way down her throat to her breasts. They were beautiful. He'd caught a glimpse of them in the club, and just that small, brief sight had taken his breath and fueled his fantasies.
He kneaded the soft flesh, watching the marks come up on her pale skin. His teeth and fingers teased her nipples, his tongue licking and tasting, and then he was sucking her deep into his mouth. He started out gentle and roughened his actions, watching her carefully. Every gasping response to his teeth and fingers told him she'd been born for him and his particular brand of loving his woman.
"I've waited so long for you." He rubbed his bristled jaw in the valley between her full breasts. "I want to have a jeweler make you a special chain that goes from here"--he touched one breast and then the other--"to here. The clamps have to be sapphires to match your eyes." He tugged on her left nipple with his teeth, biting down gently. "Would you wear it for me? Just that and nothing else?"
His gaze caught hers. He was nearly holding his breath. Even his cock, and it had been jerking and pulsing, went still. Waiting. He didn't honestly care if she would wear it, or if it appealed to her or not. If not, they wouldn't play in that direction. For him, it was more of an acceptance on her part. Did she want him the way he wanted her? Unconditionally? If she said an irrevocable no, then he still couldn't be certain she wanted him the way he was. If she said maybe, he would know she was on board with the way he was made.
Sasha reached for his hand, slid it down her body to press his palm between her legs. "Feel how hot and slick I am just hearing you say that. Of course, I'll wear it for you. I might even dance for you, if you're good and promise me all sorts of things in payment."
"Like what?" He curled his fingers, pushing one into her. At once, her muscles bit down hard. His heart nearly beat out of his chest. She definitely accepted him. She didn't mind teasing or playing. Best of all, Sasha spoke her mind. If she didn't like something, there would be no pretending. She simply would tell him whatever they were doing hadn't worked.
"I think it will be necessary for you to devour me. Eat me. I've been dreaming about that ever since I laid eyes on you at the club. Once was definitely not enough, although it was hot as hell in the car."
"Done." He agreed immediately.
"Your cock whenever I want it."
"I suppose I could arrange that, but only if you promise me I can have you anywhere I want you."
"Like the car and restaurant?"
He nodded, his fingers moving in and out of her. So hot. He wanted her again.
"Where else?"
"I know this little park right in the middle of Ferraro territory. I want to take you there at night when the stars are out, strip you naked and claim every inch of you. The roof of my house. Especially if the moon is full. The plane. That's a must."
"I like the idea. We might try one other place."
"Lots of other places. I'm inventive." He kissed his way down her belly and then knelt between her legs. "Spread wider. What other place?"
"At the club. When the music is playing, each time I'm on my break. I want you to earn several thousand dollars for us."
His eyes met hers. There was honesty in her voice and amusement in her eyes. Also sincerity. "What are you up to?"
"Your cousin was just a little smug with his winnings. Just think, Giovanni, you could get a dance. Feel my breasts, my bottom, get a blow job and go all the way. I'll bet you know every corner where we could get away with it. You'd get your money back and we'd have fun."
"You have a devious mind. Wider, baby."
He loved looking at what was his. She was all his. Every inch of her. He caught her bottom in his hands, pressed the head of his cock into her burning entrance and slammed home. Streaks of lightning ran up his body straight to his brain, and then he was gone again, finding that place she took him to.
"Fuck me, Sasha. Hard. Use your hands on your nipples. Clamp down just like the clamps would bite down on you."
She rode him while he knelt between her legs, her hips moving fast, the smooth roll to her body expert from all the riding she'd done. It was an erotic sight to watch her hands move over her breasts, to pinch and clamp down hard on her nipples, to pull them for him, roll them. To knead her breasts and arch her back while her hips thrust against him. Her mouth opened and her eyes went dazed. She was soaring, her body clamping down on his.
"I love you this way." He reached down and found her clit, pinching her bud hard. "You're so sexy, Sasha."
She cried out and her sheath bathed him in scorching hot liquid, clamping down, biting deep, milking him for every drop of his seed while she soared high. She had taken him over too fast and he hadn't had time to spend in her, but he would. He watched her face as she came back to him, flushed, excited, unashamed of her sexuality. Dio, he was way past falling. He'd gone straight to love.
He leaned down and kissed her clit. "I'm getting you a beautiful sapphire clamp for here as well. The chain can extend up to the one across your breasts. Do you think you'd like that?"
"I don't know. It was pretty wild when you pinched me there. I couldn't hold back."
He grinned at her. "Yeah, baby, you're going to love it. You ready for a shower?"
"I'm not sure I can walk yet."
He laughed and picked her up. He hadn't been so happy--ever. Not ever. She turned his life into something fun. He hadn't realized he'd gone to bed exhausted, sliding in next to her, careful not to wake her, looking forward to opening his eyes because she was in his world.
"Are you going to tell me what happened last night?"
"Not much. We found out a few things. It was definitely a bomb, but he hadn't rigged it to go off."
She sat up, her blond curls falling around her face and down her back. One plopped in a long spiral right over her left breast, drawing his attentions to the marks there. He bent his head and kissed the red smudges.
"Wait. He put a bomb in your car but it didn't have a detonator in it? I don't understand."
"Neither did we--at first. The bomb was in the driver's seat. My seat. Had he put it in properly hidden and under the seat, with a pressure switch, the moment I sat down, I would have activated the bomb, not necessarily set it off. That would come when I got out of the car--or tried to."
"Why do you think he didn't do that?"
"Either we interrupted his work, which I doubt, or he doesn't want you killed. You were with me. If I didn't realize I was in trouble and the bomb went off, you'd be killed as well. I think it was a warning to me. He'd take me out if I kept on with my relationship with you."
She stiffened. Her face closed down. He cupped her face firmly between his hands. "Don't even think about breaking up with me. It's not going to happen. The bastard is going to turn on you, Sasha. You're his fantasy. In his mind, you're already in a relationship with him. I'm stepping on his toes. You can't possibly keep up your end when you don't even know him or how he expects you to act."
He stepped back and took her hand. "Come on, ba
"I'm tired."
She wasn't. He knew that. He even heard the lie but he didn't call her on it because he knew she wanted time to think. He wasn't about to give it to her. "I'll reward you. I'm not above bribes."
"What's my reward?"
"I'm very, very good with my mouth. You shower with me and I'll eat you like candy. You smell and taste like cinnamon candy apple, and I can't get enough of that."
She was already on her feet, just because he refused to let go of her hand, so he took advantage, pulling her to the bathroom just next to their room. They had this end of the penthouse to themselves, so he had no problems walking naked with her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
Giovanni could feel Sasha trying to pull away in her mind so the moment he got the water going, he circled her waist with his arm, pushed her into the shower--a long, tiled affair with multiple showerheads, water coming from every direction--got her against a wall and kissed her. Over and over. He refused to give ground. He claimed her and let her know that was exactly what he was doing. He couldn't be without her, and he wanted her to feel the same way.
He kissed her until her hands were sliding over his narrow hips to find his cock. He knew he'd won when she began fisting him.
"You love my cock," he accused.
"I do," she admitted. "It's clearly going to be your saving grace when you make me crazy--and you will."
He knew that, too. He didn't care. He'd use his mouth or his cock, any damn thing he had to keep her with him--and happy. He wanted her happy. He took some shower gel and began washing her, his hands gentle yet deliberately arousing as he thoroughly soaped every inch of her body. Her breath grew faster and she tipped her head back to let the water soak her hair.
"Tell me, before we start up again, just what you learned about this crazy person."
"He's been in the service at some time. It would help if we knew his age, but we have access to databases and records when we need them. He shot his load all over your panties, and that was a stupid thing to do. We've got his DNA. He used gloves everywhere else so there were no fingerprints. To build a bomb like that, he had to have been in demolition or special forces, one of the branches that would have taught him how to build it."