Special Thanks goes to my wonderfully faithful reviewers, Sparxx27, PaulineJ, JC Morgan, mtj18ej, Silent Me and Liasonfan1. Without all your wonderful support this fanfiction wouldn't be anything for even without trying, you are all my muses.
Here it is my first ever lemon I give lots of credit to all the romance novels I've read through out my life as well as all the role playing I've down with the most awesome of authors I've ever known. Special thanks to Jamie because Lorraine and Trevor were my inspiration!
Disclaimer: Don't own it wish I did then we'd have a lot more liason lovin!
Chapter 16 (Rated M)
Elizabeth was sure she was dreaming, here she was, all but naked in Jason Morgan's arms, clinging and returning his kisses greedily, avidly; boldly encouraging him to seize, take and claim. Her heart was soaring, beating so harshly in her chest she was afraid it might escape. All the while as he carried her, his arms were locked tight and she felt his decision in his lips as he kissed her hard and demanding, uninterrupted up the stairs. There would be no turning back now. From this moment on they were a team, a couple. There was no point in trying to resist any more. Any chance they'd had of escaping had died the instant their lips had met.
At the side of the bed he halted and slid her body down his. His strong yet most times gentle hands cupped her bottom, pressing her to him. Her soft body melded against his and she could feel his hardness at the juncture of her thighs all while his tongue plundered her mouth, wreaking havoc with her senses. She'd thought that their time before had been magical and a once in a lifetime occurrence yet within her, heat bloomed and grew leaving her weak, wet and urgent. Her small hands found themselves sliding down his chest to the bottom hem of his shirt; her small tugs letting him know what she wanted.
With a soft curse he let her go, stepped back and wrenched the shirt off and flung it aside. The violence behind the action didn't bother her. In fact she couldn't help the satisfied smirk that graced her bee-stung lips as the action told her just how urgent Jason was as well. His eyes, so beautifully blue, burning, narrowed on hers as he reached for her once more this time his palm curved along her jaw as he tipped her face up and drew her close. Jason studied her eyes as if to make sure this was what she wanted before they went too far. He didn't need to have bothered; one glance at her beautiful flushed face gave him all the answers he would ever need.
Jason bent his head and Elizabeth met his lips with an open passion that couldn't be denied. She was hoping she would bring out in him the wildness she'd glimpsed only once before, the night of the black out. It was a part of him she'd always known existed, lurking behind the mask he always wore, a part of himself he kept deeply hidden. It was a vibrant, ruthless and sometimes frightening part that she suspected was closest to his real nature. All her previous lovers had treated her as if she were some weeping violet, a fragile piece of glass that if taken too roughly would shatter in a thousand pieces. But not Jason, that night of the blackout he'd made her feel more alive, more like a woman than she'd ever felt in her entire life.
He brought out in her a nature she'd always tried to hide in herself as well yet she'd always found interesting. It was something dark, illicit and seductive. At base, it was perhaps why she found him so attractive, why he and only he would do for her. The truth was simple, he understood her. Her small hands splayed across his chest and she touched, searched, molded and purred with satisfaction. He was to her what she'd always imagined a Greek God would look like. All hard hot skin under her palms, his muscles were rigid and hard. She could run her fingers over the small hills all day but she knew there was more to explore.
Jason didn't halt her exploration, made no move to take control as she spread her hands wide and moved them around to his back to hold him to her. He ravished her mouth as his hands couldn't help but knead the curves of her bottom over the silk. He wanted to slip underneath the slip of silk she was wearing but knew without a doubt that if he had her naked he wouldn't be able to hold still as she explored him as she wished. He'd never though that this could happen for them. The night of the blackout had almost been like a dream to him, something that he would cherish for a lifetime but never be able to have again. Yet here was this beautiful little woman back in his arms and just a few moments away from being his all over again.
The long muscles framing his back flexed like steel beneath her wanton fingers and she couldn't help but run them down the heavy line of his ribs then on to the rippling bands across his abdomen. His muscles flickered at her touch and she smiled in satisfaction as he sucked in a breath when her questing fingers moved lower then the breath was held as she traced the outline of his erection with the tip of one curved nail. Jason's attention was no longer focused on kissing Elizabeth senseless, instead he stilled, unable to do anything as she undid the button of his jeans and then unzipped them. The kiss changed with his focus; he was breathing more shallowly, his mind distracted…
Jason couldn't help but smirk though at the adorable little smile she wore as she slid one hand inside his opened jeans and found him. Hard, rigid and so incredibly hot that he nearly burned her. Jason felt his mind go blank as her fingers explored and learned the size and shape of him. Solid, the width of her wrist, he more than filled any expectations she'd ever had about him. The night of the blackout everything had happened so swiftly she'd barely had time to look properly at him, let alone explore him; but she could now. Closing her fingers she circled him and felt his body shudder. She experimented, taking her time even though his low growls warned her that time was a commodity she didn't have.
Jason knew that the surge of heated passion rising through him caused by her touch…even though he was ruthlessly holding it in check, the damn would soon break and he'd let loose the wave of desire that was burning through his veins. He was strong enough though to give her this moment, to take advantage of her distraction. She was only slightly aware when he stripped her of the silk gown and that was only because she had to release him to do so but she immediately took him back in her hand again. Jason's control was on edge and though he knew Elizabeth wanted to explore him further he didn't think he could stand much more sweet torture. Nudging her face up he found her lips once more and drew her into a drugging kiss then ruthlessly, deliberately he let the walls fall, seized and devoured, claimed her mouth as soon his body would be claiming hers. His hand drew hers away from him then brought her once more flush against his body, their upper bodies now flesh to flesh.
Jason took a moment to memorize the feel of her pale skin sliding against his chest, his stomach and his erection. Once more he plundered her mouth holding her and her senses captive, not that Elizabeth wanted to break free. She couldn't if she wanted to; from here on out they were together. Elizabeth wasn't nearly as afraid as she'd have thought she'd be. This was what she wanted, what she'd always wanted from that first moment he'd sat in Jakes and listened to her as no one else ever had. That very moment, even if she hadn't realized it, she'd wanted him to make her his and now he was. Far from resisting, she sank into his arms and gave herself up completely to his demanding kiss, surrendered and waited for him to claim her completely.
Jason understood and wasted no more time. Breaking the kiss he lifted her and placed her on her knees on the edge of the bed. Before she could even take a full breath he ducked his head and put his lips to her breast. His mouth was hot and wet as he took one peak and sucked fiercely. Her head fell back sending waves of chocolate curls down her back; her gasp echoed in the room. Jason feasted on her plump flesh, marveled at her pale skin made even more so by the light of the moon shining through the window curtains. His hands were tight about her small waist, holding her steady then one hand released her while the other slid down to her hip and closed hard, anchoring her as he pressed her down so she sat on her ankles.
He laved at her breasts, sucked and nipped. Tortured the tightly pebbled peaks as his mouth pressed heat again and again to her skin. Elizabeth's hands closed on his skull, holding him to her; it was when he leaned back and straightened she realized he'd stripped from his pants and shoes. Once again he drew her to him, bringing her back to her knees as his mouth took hers again. The force of their impact nearly drove the air out of her lungs but Elizabeth was vaguely aware of asking herself what she needed air for, so long as she was in his arms all she needed was him. The feel of his hard body, hot and urgent about her, against her was all she would ever need in this world again.
He urged her back, one knee rising and pushing between hers, parting her thighs. His muscled thigh, raspy with crinkly hair, rode against her slick folds causing her breath to tangle in her throat. Jason deliberately shifted, pressing against that sensitive spot, drinking in the weak mewing sounds she created. He pressed her back to the bed and she went eagerly, wanting him inside her as quickly as possible. Jason followed her down his other knee joining the first in forcing her thighs apart, spreading her legs so he could settle between. The touch of his thighs hair abrading the sensitive inner faces of hers made her force her eyes open.
Jason was holding himself over her, arms braced on either side of her head. He was glancing down to where they would soon join; the set of his face, angular planes stripped by desire made her once more think of the golden Gods he'd brought to mind earlier. Elizabeth knew that no artist, no matter how great, could ever capture his raw beauty on canvas. She'd tried once for a project, and then she'd marveled at the flow of his body as he shot pool. He was what she'd call poetry in motion, every movement had a purpose but he was confident enough in his form to move it with a lazy grace she just couldn't help but admire. And now she knew what it looked like without the distraction of clothes.
He shifted then and brought her mind forcibly back to the present. She felt the pressure of the broad blunt head she'd earlier teased, felt its heat as it parted her swollen, slippery folds. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and give herself completely over to the feel of him sliding inside of her but something had her looking up, meeting the ice blue eyes of this glorious man who loved her as deeply as she loved him. No words were spoken; there wasn't a need for them. Her gaze trapped in his, he flexed his hips and pressed in. He covered her lips but kept the kiss light, leaving her senses open and aware as he flexed his hips, gliding in, then back just inside her small body.
Elizabeth writhed and lifted her aching body, wanting more until she couldn't stand any more of his teasing, until she was wet and open and so hungry with desire, so aware of the yawning emptiness inside her that she tried to break the kiss, sank her nails into his sides when he refused to let her. Then suddenly she found herself kissed so ravenously she lost all touch with the world. His tongue deep in her mouth, Jason ruthlessly stole her senses away leaving her no ability to form a single thought yet she felt him gather his strength, felt him settling more heavily between her thighs and then he thrust powerfully into her small frame.
Elizabeth cried out, the sound smothered by Jason's lips as he kissed her. He didn't stop but drove on all the way in steadily pushing deep, stretching her, impaling her. Elizabeth couldn't breath except through him. Before she was able to catch her breath he drew back then pressed in again causing the same sweet reaction.
"I love you." He whispered to her then withdrew completely only to return in the same heartbeat, more forcefully than before, until he was fully seated, jerking her slightly across the sheets, sending a streak of sensation through her, giving notice of his intention and the pleasure to come.
Still holding her gaze he came down on his elbows, letting his body down atop hers. "I always have." Elizabeth felt tears gather in her eyes but she was powerless to stop them from slipping over to flow softly down her cheeks. Jason bent his head to brush his lips against the dampness, drinking in the salty moisture before kissing his way to her lips as his body continued to claim hers. Elizabeth marveled at how deeply she was connected to him, not just through their bodies but also through their souls, through the little life that was resting peacefully in her womb that would forever be a symbol of their love. Ever since she was a teen she'd assumed that Lucky was her soul mate but in this moment, with his body sliding in and out of hers she knew she'd been wrong, that Jason was the only person in this world who could lay claim to her soul.
"I love you too," she whispered against his lips before he deepened the kiss, taking in her profession of love then he took her body again and again and again. The feeling of him thrusting in and out over and over fed a whirlwind inside them, a hungry compelling tide of need. It combined with the restless flames of desire, flaring anew, stronger and more powerful than ever before and then it erupted within them both. A raging, uncontrollable storm where lips melded, tongues tangled, hands gripped, their bodies merged and came together, locked and fused, driven to give, driven to take, driven to be one.
The force was almost frightening as she moaned and he gasped. She sank her nails into his back arched wildly, taking him deeper wanting him deeper and he thrust harder, faster and ever more powerful. Jason sank one hand into her hair and held her down, ravaged her mouth as he plundered her body. Beneath him, she squirmed, hot, urgent and wild to provoke him further. He drove her on and she sobbed; he thrust deeper yet and her body closed hungrily, holding him, tightening yet more…until finally she felt it. Her body imploded in heat and glory, shards of sensation flashing down every nerve under her skin. Bracing his arms, lifting above her Jason watched as he loved her.
He watched as her body took him in, cradled him, and held him. Watched her pearlescent curves lift and ease as she rode his thrusts, felt her acceptance as he spread her thighs wider and filled her deeper yet. Release struck him suddenly with no warning, pouring about him, crashing through him as he shuddered and filled her, spilled his seed deep inside her then slumped, exhausted beside her, both of them more deeply sated, more deeply at peace, than they'd ever been in their lives.