Intentions

His words sent another rush of liquid heat rushing between her legs. She gasped as much at the sensation as at the blatant sensual heat in Red's eyes. She felt she was drowning as she stared in the dark pools of his eyes. She blinked to break the hold he had on her and slowly she scanned his body. She couldn't help but noticed the scars, of which there were many, some of them from injuries that should have ended his life. She went up on her knees so that their eyes were even, one hand held in front of her, just hovering above his skin and then her gaze fell to the small scar on the side of his neck.

She caught the gasp, her memory snapping to that day. This she understood. This was pain she had given and suddenly she wanted to ease it, or rather erase it. Her fingertips descended to his face and then delicately she traced his jawline and down his neck. She heard his breath catch at her touch. She felt his cock jerk against her belly. It thrilled and confused her simultaneously. She was helpless against the sudden rush of tears, and when the weight and scrutiny of his contemplation suddenly felt too oppressive, too intimate, she simply closed her eyes.

"Don't."

His voice, quiet and authoritative, but hoarse and filled with an emotion she couldn't quite place brought her eyes open. She blinked and his face wavered and then blurred; much like the lines between them now, if they hadn't disappeared completely. She shook her head and opened her mouth to tell him how sorry she was. How she wished she'd never hurt him…

"Don't apologize." His hand slid to hers, pressed her fingers gently against the scar on his neck. His eyes never left hers and she felt for the first time as if someone was trying to see her; to really see inside her and she knew without a doubt that Raymond Reddington wouldn't be satisfied until he dug into her soul. "Don't lie to me…or yourself." There was an odd smile on his face. "You wouldn't have done it differently and I wouldn't have expected anything less from you that day." He pulled her hand away and pressed a lingering kiss to her palm before his tongue dragged over the sensitive center of it. Then he gripped it lightly with his own. "You only proved to me how fierce you could be." He found the scar on her palm and traced over it with his thumb almost idly as he watched her.

Her eyes were wide and she noticed his were the deep blue-green she'd come to appreciate meant he was intrigued or, like now, fully aroused. His voice was soft, low and she realized that no one had ever told her the things Red did or made her feel this way. She whimpered, torn between the desire that rushed through her like a wildfire and the fear that she was still holding on to. She felt like she was waking from sleep, from a dream or possibly a nightmare. Still unsure if she was really safe, or if there was some evil lurking just out of sight. She bit her lip and blinked which forced a tear down her cheek. There was something else there too. Something she wasn't quite ready to name and it kept flickering at the edges of her thoughts. She didn't want to focus on it, because when she did everything else just felt so fragile.

"Shh, Lizzie." His voice slid over her like silk and she shivered. "I appreciate that you're willing to push boundaries…ignore rules." He nodded his head and smiled. "Don't ever doubt the choices you make." He paused and shook his head as he trailed his fingers up and down her arms leaving goose bumps in their wake. His eyes found hers again. "No matter what the outcome." He shook his head and then leaned forward to accentuate his point with both her hands now in his. "There are no mistakes. If the outcome isn't what you want, then you learn what you can, use that information, but most of all," he pressed her hand gently against her chest; over her heart, "You feel it Lizzie. Good or bad, you own it, so find a way to use it."

She inhaled sharply as another tear skimmed slowly down her cheek. She bit her lip and shook her head. How the hell did she do that? How did she feel so much with this man? How had she survived before Raymond Reddington? "I…I…don't know how…"

He chuckled softly and bent to kiss the tears from her cheeks. "Yes you do my dear. Trust yourself, just like you did when you shoved that pen through my carotid." His words were soft, but his voice was throaty and low. "I trusted you knew what you were doing then." His mouth slid to her ear and he gently bit at the soft lobe, while his nose teased the curved shell. He shuddered when her nails curved into the skin of his chest. "Oh, and I trust that you know exactly what to do right now."

Lizzie made a sound in her throat, that wasn't quite a moan as she nodded slowly against his cheek. Then her hands started roaming over his chest. Yes, god help her, she knew what to do and she wanted to do it. She still needed him, wanted him and the only thing hearing him talk had done was make her ache for him. Her eyes moved ahead of her hands, pausing over each new scar she found and then she bent to pay homage to every one with her lips and tongue.

Red made soft sounds while his hands rested on her head and shoulder. He didn't direct, he didn't move, he simply let her explore and she moved at a slow, but steady pace until she came to his left side. There, a very large, ugly, but well-healed scar spanned most his left side and Liz paused when her fingers brushed it. Then she bent closer with her eyes drawn together in concern as her fingers skimmed the irregular edges that started on his ribs and slid down almost to his hip and up his flank.

Her eyes met his and then fell once again to his side. She inhaled as the fingers of her right hand instinctively traced the silvery lines and undulations in his skin. She shook her head. "Raymond?" There was so much in that single word. Just his name, but it was heavy with unasked questions.

He smiled sadly and he lifted her chin gently. "That's a story for later about someone I thought I could trust, but found I couldn't." He kissed her gently and then his fingers flowed down her arm to her hand. "As you see, they tried, but I didn't bleed to death." His fingers twined with hers. "Trust me, it doesn't hurt anymore." Softly he prodded her hand inward, over his belly and then down past his navel. He pressed his forehead to hers and his voice took on a rather breathless quality by the time he flattened her hand under his. "Lizzie. Please." His hand slid away as her fingers teased the trail of hair that started there.

Liz found she was as breathless as he was. It was the closest he had ever come to begging her for anything and probably the closest he ever would. She watched her hand slide through the hair curling at the base of his proud cock, though she avoided touching him directly. His heard his breath hiss through his teeth and she glanced up at him surprised to see his hands shaking just before he fisted them at his side. She looked up at him from under her lashes, saw his eyes were closed and his mouth had a grim set of determination to it and she smiled. Perhaps she did affect him the same way he affected her after all, maybe he was just very good at covering.

The thought made her bold. She shifted and brought both hands up to his hips. She watched his face and then used her nails to score down his thighs to his knees while she leaned in to press a kiss in the center of his chest.

Red moaned softly at the sensation, his eyes opened and he smiled tightly. "Lizzie." His hands sank into her hair as her nails moved lightly over his skin to his ass, where she squeezed. Her mouth moved over his chest, but her eyes found his face and followed his expression. She licked at his nipples, her teeth grazing and biting while her hands played over the firm muscles of his back, ass and thighs. Her hands teased his hip bones, her mouth moved lower and she watched his face, saw the look of anticipation on his face. She saw the little lift of his hips and she hesitated.

She looked up at him. She waited until his eyes cleared some as he watched her, and then she licked her lips, smiled seductively and said. "Sit."

He angled his head to the side with a knowing smirk and his hands slid from her hair to massage her shoulders lightly. "Come now Elizabeth, you have better manners, but as you wish." He pivoted, his hands slid lower, up under her arms and then he spun on his heel, taking her with him.

There was a rush of movement and the next thing she knew, Red was seated on the edge of the bed and Lizzie found herself on the floor staring up at him from her knees.

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A muffled, "Umph…" and then Lizzie glared up at Red who was already bent over her with his mouth to her ear and one hand on her breast, his fingers circling her nipple.

"I have so many fantasies that start or end with you on your knees sweetheart. Do you want me to share them?" He bit her ear sharply and smiled at the little moan she made. "Mmm, I'm not sure that was an answer Elizabeth, but I can work with it." He slid one foot between her legs and eased it up the inside of her thighs. "I never took you for a tease. You should know I don't appreciate it." He half growled in her ear as his foot continued to play over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He inched forward, pressing her legs wider, until his instep was firm against the hot, slick heat of her. His toes pressed against the floor.

A wordless sound passed her lips and she shifted against the unfamiliar feel of him pressed so intimately against her, but movement only sent a new sensation through her that set her off balance. She reached out to steady herself, and her hands found his knees. Her grip tightened and her nails pressed tiny crescents into the flesh at the lower part of his thighs.

"Shit…oh shit…" Her voice was unsteady and her body moved, arched into him, away from him, something; anything.

He chuckled against her cheek. "You continue to surprise me." His hand slid to her chin and he lifted her face as he sat back so he could see her. He pressed his foot, slid it against her and watched the surprised pleasure bloom on her face. He repeated the motion several times as he watched her bite her lip and then he shook his head at the little keening noises in her throat that accompanied the small movements of her hips. He held her chin between his fingers and stilled his foot. "How close are you?"

She blinked dully at him and it took a long moment for her to grasp what he was asking. She shook her head. She was supposed to be…her thoughts trailed off when he moved his foot against her again. "Oh god Raymond…what are you doing to me?" She rocked her hips toward him, her fingers climbed up his thighs.

"Tell me Lizzie." His voice was a soft, sensual order.

Her eyes locked on his and she nodded. "Don't stop…please." She hummed and then her hands moved from his thighs. She slid them up her sides and cupped her breasts. "Close…so close." She found her nipples and rolled them even as she rocked against his leg. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she should be embarrassed, but she didn't care. She glanced down and watched Red's cock, thick, swollen and heavy, sway softly. A thick pearl of precum glistened in the amber light of the room and she licked her lips at the sight of it.

He followed her eyes with a smile and then he slid his foot against her once again while his right hand slid to his cock. His body was screaming for release. It has been too long. He fisted himself and let his thumb circle his cock with a soft moan. His own vision was misty with lust as he watched Lizzie slide against him. She tossed her head back, pulled harder at her nipples and moaned. He collected the fat drop of liquid on the swollen tip of his cock with a swipe of his thumb and then he reached out and lightly he brushed it across Lizzie's lower lip.

Immediately her tongue was there, sweeping across her lips, then dabbing his thumb, gathering his essence and then her teeth gently bit down to hold the digit in place to lave it, suckle it. He moaned and his vision was gone as his eyelids closed. He felt her fingertips dance up the inside of his thighs and he was lost in the sensation as she leaned forward and her hair brushed against his belly and hips.

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She shifted, shook her head side to side and released his thumb. She looked up at him. She knew she had control back, she wanted him, but he wanted her just as much. "Raymond." She whispered his name just as her fingernails trailed lightly over testicles. The sound he made in his throat as both his hands sank into her hair was more than enough to spur her on. She bent lower, breathed out a shaky breath and watched as his cock jerked in response.

"Elizabeth, you don't have to do this." He gripped her hair and lifted gently.

She looked up at him and blinked, confused. She licked her lips and wondered why there was a sudden rush of wetness between her legs and an even more intense desire to taste him on her tongue. "I…I want to, please."

The restraining hold on her hair was replaced by a gentle downward pressure and he his hands flexed in her hair. "That's my girl."

She was almost positive he was smiling, but she couldn't see as her hair fell over her eyes. She licked her lips and set her attention to the task at hand. The hand that had started to play over his sac returned to its task and she heard his masculine sound of pleasure once again. She took him in her right hand. She purred in the back of throat at the feel of him in her hand. He was thick and solid against her palm. Her eyes drifted shut at the thought of how he'd feel inside of her. It sent a shiver through her. Her tongue darted out and then she tasted him lightly.

The earthy, salty, very masculine taste of him juxtaposed against the velvety softness of the feel of him on her tongue gave her an instant flash of how someone might explain some ridiculously expensive course of one of his exquisite meals. She almost smiled, but she didn't as the hand in her hair continued to press and he slid deeper. Her tongue automatically cradled the underside of his heavy cock as her mouth adjusted around him and her hand slid to the base of him.

He gathered her hair in his hands and then her face was clear of shadow. She looked up from under her lashes and saw him watching which was when she started moving. Slowly at first, her head moved up and down as her tongue slid back and forth. His sharp inhalation and held breath along with the almost anguished expression on his face were enough to confirm it was pleasurable, but when she pursed her lips around him and provided suction the slight quivering of his stomach muscles and the tension in his thighs was exactly what she was hoping to see.

His hands curled into her hair and his head fell back between his shoulders with a low, throaty moan. Then he pressed even deeper into her mouth, forced her head down, held her there for a second his eyes on hers the entire time as he watched her gag slightly around him. Then he growled and pulled out of her mouth with a soft, slick sound. He sat back and panted. "I want you Lizzie. No more games." He pushed hair from her face and traced her swollen lips with his thumb.

She whimpered and stood on shaky legs. "Please…" Oh god, she wanted him to make love to her, make her cum again and again. She wanted him and she couldn't ever remember wanting another man like she wanted Red. Her body clenched at the thought. She watched as Red stood and she took his hand, let him pull her into his arms, felt him press against her. The fire that was kindled in her roared to life as one of Red's hands ran up her side, then down her back to settle on her ass and pull her closer while the other grasped the back of her head and his mouth crashed against hers. She opened to his tongue as it swept against her teeth, the roof of her mouth and then slid passionately against her own. Her eyes closed and she pressed even closer, her body coiled tighter, desire rushed and raved. He was a drug and even though this was her first hit she knew she was already addicted. He was right, she'd felt nothing for so long; she'd been locking it all away and now it all came rushing up from somewhere deep and dark.

She stepped closer, gripped him, pulled him to her. She felt the groan rattle in his chest, felt the heaviness of his cock against her belly and that sound; the sound of a man needing her sent her pulse into the stratosphere. It had been so long since she'd heard that sound. She whimpered and pulled her mouth from his to press her face into his neck and rock herself against his thigh. "Oh god…"She all but sobbed as she pressed kisses to any flesh she found.

Red didn't question. "Lizzie…" he murmured and kissed down her neck as he moved them both to lie on the bed. His hands moved down her body, caressing, touching, worshipping as he went. He slid over half over her and smiled down as his hand drifted between her legs. She gasped as two fingers slid sharply inside. "Fuck…so wet and so sweet." He teased the bundle of nerves with his thumb as he stroked her with increasing speed.

She arched up under him and gripped the sheets shocked at how close she was she shook her head. "Please…I need you."

He smiled and kissed her then bent to pull a nipple into his mouth. He teased the nipple as he played her with his fingers until she was panting and pulling, arching up under him and begging him. "Oh, Elizabeth I do enjoy seeing you beg." He smiled and withdrew his fingers just before she came.

She was shaking and sweating on the bed. She watched as he rolled to his side and reached for drawer in the bed stand. Then she heard a wrapper and instantly knew what he was doing. She wanted to tell him it was useless, she was sterile, she was clean, she trusted him, but maybe there was something she didn't know about him. A smidgen of fear curled through her, but then he was back. His hand slid up her hip, bent her knee and she felt him heavy between her legs. Her eyes found his. She took a deep breath and then his lips met hers.

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The kiss was urgent, desperate and though his entry was slow and easy his hard, thick length was fully buried in seconds due to her wetness. He pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers and a sound started deep in his chest and then rumbled through them both as his lips moved to her ear where he panted to catch his breath. He found himself struggling for control. He had a sudden urge to thrust deep and hard, to bury himself over and over again and simply empty himself inside her, but that wasn't what either of them wanted. Not really. He'd waited this long, he could put off his pleasure just a little longer, but the way she gripped his shoulders. The feel of her nails and fingers on his skin pushed him and if he didn't do something soon he knew he wouldn't have a choice. He was only a man after all.

His hands found hers and gently he laced their fingers and then pulled them together over her head. He pinned them to the bed as he locked his eyes with hers. Starting to thrust shallow, but quickly and loving how her breath caught. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her mouth as he bent to kiss her softly. "Perfect, so perfect."

She whimpered and tried to pull her hands from his hold, but he only pressed them down firmer into the bed.

His mouth slid to her neck as she arched up under him and he altered his thrusts, now a slow sensual rhythm of deep and rolling hips as she moved with him. He transferred his hold of hands to his left, freeing up his right hand to wander down her body and he pulled her hip against him, rolling her closer as he thrust and then his palm slid to her breast to play over her breast, but he wasn't satisfied as his lust rose and she writhed against him, pressed closer and whined.

"Please…" she shook her head side to side and gripped his hand as her wild eyes found his.

He released her hand and shifted, slid up without leaving her body, and then was on his knees still between her legs as he gripped her hips. He pulled and she came up against him and their mouths met again.

He watched her and thought that he'd been right all along. She was beautiful, built for this, for pleasure, for sex, for him and she gripped his shoulders and rode against him with her head back, panting loud into the room.

"Say my name, Lizzie." He thrust harder. "Say it."

"Raymond…Raymond…god, Raymond."

Her head was still back and her body was slick where he gripped her hips and guided her up and down against him. Her hair was stuck to her forehead and she was flushed beautifully in her passion. If he could paint her as she was, he would.

He needed her to cum, god he was going to break apart any second. "When you cum, look at me and say my name." He ground his teeth and his eyes drifted shut for a split second before opening and then he added. "God, Elizabeth I need to hear it…I want to hear you."

Her head snapped forward and she immediately clenched around him, liquid heat coating him and she rocked harder against him as his words sent electricity through her that centered directly between her legs. "Close…shit…"

Red groaned and thrust faster. He concentrated on the feel of sliding in and out. He watched as she moved with him. Liz closed her eyes as he slid against her, his thumbs pressed over her hip bones, sweat beaded on his forehead and then her fingers curled into his arms. He leaned close, pressed his forehead closer as he felt her body throb around him, pulling at him and god if she didn't cum soon he was going to explode.

He felt her start to soar, her breath caught, her fingers flexed into his shoulders and then her eyes flew open almost in a panic.

"God Lizzie, cum. Do it." He whispered hoarsely as his eyes held hers. He wasn't willing to let her look away. "And feel it Lizzie." He ground out even as he dropped a hand between them and stroked over her clit.

She was quivering against him, fire and smoke as she pressed her pelvis against him while she gripped his shoulders and leaned back to get closer. Sensation hit her, coiled from her core and then shot like raging fever through her. His name over and over from her lips as she came with her eyes wide on his.

He watched in amazement as she burned like kindling for him and then his back arched, his body slick with sweat as he slammed into her and with a deep groan he emptied himself deep inside Lizzie's willing, still throbbing body. Then he withdrew and collapsed onto the bed before he rolled to his side and settled her head against his chest with a satisfied growl.