Hi everyone. The last two chapters have taken me a while, so I want to apologise for the late update. I'm also slightly worried about this chapter, I have had a cold for the last few days so writing romance wasnt easy lol But i hope that you all like it. :-)
As always I would love any reviews... Take care
xemmalisax
...Nya's eyes widen as the vines twisted and locked his arms tight there,
his chest rippling as his arms where tied down.
His body naked and exposed beneath her...
Chapter Seven
Nya gasped as she heard the vines snap apart behind her.
Powerful teeth and claws opening the entrance wide for entry. Her heart deviated from the rhythm of Nicholas' heart as fear began to overcome her.
She knew how dangerous jaguars where.
Powerful, sleek predators.
Without a word to her, Nicholas pushed her into the chamber with the pool, before walking into the darkness.
Instinctively Nya's arm shot out to try to grab him, pull him back and away from danger. She was unable to make contact, as her hand collided with something solid baring the entrance to the pool chamber.
An invisible barrier keeping her inside, but more disturbing, keeping Nicholas with the animal.
She pounded her fist against it, and was unable to make it move.
Solid power.
She could still see through and watched, terrified, as not one, but two jaguars pushed through the vines into the cave.
She leaned against the barrier, staring at the animals sleek, sinewy bodies as they stalked Nicholas.
Disappearing in and out of the shadows, their eyes catching the light.
She screamed for Nicholas to move, but he remained motionless. His large, impressive frame like a statue of calm, seemingly unaware of the stalking danger.
"Nicholas!"
She screamed his name as one pounced upon him. The large cats legs flexed making it capable of springing high for Nicholas' throat. She never saw them come into contact, Nicholas arm shot out towards her and the barrier went black. She was unable to see through.
"No!"
She pounded on the barrier.
He was going to die.
She might be unable to see the battle but she could hear it.
The grunts and roars, the sound of bodies thudding loudly to the ground.
Pressing her ear to the barrier she listened, desperate to discover Nicholas' fate. She had no idea what he was, and had spent the last few days pretending she didn't know what he was capable of, but now, hearing the battle she prayed he had the strength to save himself.
She felt something large collide with the barrier, causing it to thud against her cheek lightly.
Please don't let that be Nicholas.
She pushed her palm to the floor by the ground, touching the barrier as she felt a heart beating through it. Nicholas?
A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of him slumped upon the ground awaiting death.
She pushed herself away from the barrier. She wasn't going to let him die.
Looking around the chamber she saw the candles, strangely still burning bright. She wanted something to burn so she could - she didn't know what she was going to do, she still had to get through the barrier.
She looked once more into the shadows of the chamber and saw some logs nestled along the side.
Smiling at her luck she rushed over, grabbing a small piece and crouching beside the eternally burning candle to light it.
She held it to the small candles and waited, impatiently, for it to catch fire. When it did, she carried it to the barrier.
She wished it would go!
"Nicholas please!" She shouted her command through the barrier, trying to ignore the sounds from the other side. "Please"
Never…
She heard the unyielding strength in his voice, and allowed another tear of defeat to creep down her tanned cheeks.
He would die out there, and she would have to listen to his agony. She pressed her hand to the barrier. She wished the jaguars gone, they had had such a wonderful night so far. If only she hadn't made them come back into the cave.
Please, she thought as she felt the power humming beneath her palm.
She gasped in shock before smiling as the barrier dissolved.
She rushed into the cave carrying her torch and saw the jaguars leaving, one was limping and licking at its chest, while the other nursed scratches to its leg.
Thankfully Nicholas had gotten them to leave… she searched the chamber for Nicholas. He stood near the entrance, back to the wall as his glowing red eyes watched her, not paying attention at all to the jaguars leaving.
"How did you do that, Nya?"
His voice sounded his usual beautiful tone, but she still wanted to check he was unharmed.
Rushing into the darkness where he stood she looked him over. Eyes wide at the scratches running down his chest, ripping the shirt to shreds. She gasped and went to touch the gashes, but pulled her hand back, fearing hurting him. He caught her hand, pressing it to his heart with one hand as he used his thumb to wipe at the tears still rolling down her cheeks.
"Will you let me heal you?" She whispered. She was desperate to help him, desperate to touch him, to prove to herself he was ok.
"I can heal myself, Nya. Explain to me how you did it."
She shook her head at his question. She had only lit a torch, he had removed the barrier, perhaps the fire had scared them away…?
But right now she didn't care.
The thought of losing him had unlocked all her feelings for him.
A tidal wave of need and feelings strong enough to drown in, that she didnt want to name.
"No, Nicholas. I want to do it" She breathed against his lips before running her tongue slowly over his lips.
Lapping against his tender lips, seeking entry.
He groaned as he opened his lips, kissing her back as passionately as she had wanted him to. His tongue madly lapping against hers as he kept her hand pressed tight to his heart.
She hoped her palm resting there, wasn't hurting his wounds.
She lapped more deeply, tasting him fully, before running her tongue over the roof of his mouth making him shiver.
He grabbed a handful of her hair as he locked their mouths together.
She could feel his body aching and hard against hers, even through his pain at the feel of her pressed close to him. More…
She wanted to give him so much more…
No holding back.
She knew she would have to leave him, but she would be damned if she left before giving him all of herself.
She felt differently about him than any one else. She wanted him with an intensity and urgency that shook her, but what ever it was, and whatever was causing it, she was done denying him. Done denying what they could have, if only for a little while...
Don't… She sensed his anger as he pulled back, removing his hand from holding hers to his chest, to grasp her nape. "Don't think about leaving me when you are touching me. Don't Nya!"
He growled the words deep into the cave.
His words didn't scare her, they excited her. She couldn't think of leaving him at that moment.
She removed her hand from his chest to unhook the few remaining buttons on his shirt, before she slipped the material off of his shoulders.
The gashes upon his skin where bad but he wouldn't die, she was sure of it. They weren't as deep as she had feared, but the sight of them still made her heart ache painfully.
She skimmed her fingertips down his chest, meandering around his wounds, caressing the golden skin. His powerful abdomen rippling with his breaths fascinating her.
She rubbed her palm down over the muscles there, before running her hand lower over the fabric of his trousers.
He moaned low in his throat as she moved her hand upon his arousal through the fabric.
She could feel him jerk and throb beneath her hand as she caressed him.
He pushed his hips further to her touch before pulling her close to kiss her lips.
She moaned at the feel of him throbbing beneath her hand, while his tongue lapped against hers. She was losing control quickly.
Her need of him, beginning to engulf her until she knew all reason would be lost.
She closed her eyes, as they kissed. She wanted him naked, lying near the vines. Yes... she shivered at the thought.
His body would be shimmering with the glowing moon light, the sweat glistening as she torment him.
She moaned as he moved his lips to her neck, gentle bites and licks sending shivers down her back.
Keeping her eyes closed, she continued to imagine how she wanted him...
His arms high above his head, the muscles flexing down his chest, as his arms where tied in place by the vines….
She felt suddenly disorientated, as she was crushed to Nicholas chest as they fell.
She opened her eyes as they landed on the floor by the vines, his arms locking her to him in surprise, before his arms involuntarily moved up and above his head. Nya's eyes widen as the vines twisted and locked his arms tight there, his chest rippling as his arms where tied down. His body naked and exposed beneath her.
"I think you should be careful what you wish for Nya" He murmured as he tried to pull his arms free.
He tugged and Nya couldn't help reacting to the sight of this man flexing and twisting beneath her.
She looked into his eyes and realized that his annoyance at this situation meant he hadn't been the one to pick out and act on her fantasy. She had done it?
She had no idea how she had and she didn't care. She had too much on her mind.
Like what to do to a Brazilian playboy tied and naked awaiting your touch.
She stood up and looked down upon him. She circled his body, studying his figure breathlessly.
Walking away from him she went into the pool chamber, she heard his angry growl echo through the cave at her leaving him.
She smiled as she took off her shirt and soaked it in the warm water before returning to him.
She knelt beside him and wiped at his wounds lightly, removing some of the blood. She noted the way his eyes followed her body. She slowed down her actions and decided to make this last.
Bending over him she wiped slowly at some blood on his wrist, gentle strokes that teased at his pulse.
Her lace covered breasts where close to his mouth whenever she leaned over and she watched the way his eyes followed her. She leaned further, stroking into his palm at a small smudge of dirt when she felt his tongue snake out and lick along her breast still encased in lace.
He groaned as she shuddered at the contact.
His tongue lapped along the top of her bra, before rubbing sensuously over her nipple.
The lace being pushed against her peak as he swirled his tongue, the rough feel of the fabric made her moan gently.
His mouth left her breast to issue a command.
"Pull it down"
Her breathing heavy she used her other hand to tug down the material of her bra exposing her to him.
He leaned forward, but before he could touch her, she pulled back, rubbing the cloth back down his arm. He growled at her, and she ignored him. She stroked along his chest before rubbing up his other arm, his eyes locked on her breasts as she stretched out above him once more, to rub along his forearm and wrist.
His mouth instantly latched onto her peak, pulling it strongly into his mouth.
She moaned and pushed herself more fully over him as he teased her mercilessly. His teeth caught her rosy peak between them as his talented tongue flicked and caressed her.
She felt on the verge of an orgasm already.
His mouth driving her past her control.
She pulled away, and smiled as he growled and twisted his arms again to try to reach her.
Moving down to straddle his knees she looked at his body laid out before her.
She had the insane thought; it was like a buffet. An 'all you can eat' buffet of hot Brazilian playboy, one night only. She grinned at the thought.
She had never seen a mans body like his before. So masculine and luscious.
His skin was such a gorgeous shade, sweet caramel, golden tan poured over him from head to toe. Nya bit on her lip. The man was truly perfect from head to toe.
Christ, those thighs!
She languorously scratched her nails down his inner thighs as she bent her head down to tease him. Before she touched him she looked up his body and locked her eyes with his.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly at the sight of her mouth as close to him and she could help but grin at the pained expression on his face. Locking that image away in her mind, the wide dark eyes, the panting breaths, she lapped gently at the tip.
She almost moaned at the taste of him, and watched as he arched his back, his entire body twisting within the vines as she lapped with her tongue. So erotic.
Nicholas couldn't breath.
He arched his back at the feel of her tongue rasping along him.
He could feel himself growing harder, as the ache throbbing within him clawed at his control. He closed his eyes momentarily to stop himself shuddered uncontrollable and then looked down to watch her. He moaned at the sight of her there.
He had pleasured her this way but he had never imagined she would return this to him.
He clenched his teeth as her hot mouth began to engulf him, sliding down his length. He breathed heavily as she wrapped him in heat. The pain of his wounds and the mixture of the pleasure of her mouth was driving him insane.
He ached to touch her.
His hands clenching into fists as he moaned again.
Her name slipping from his mouth as a hoarse cry as she continued to tease him.
"Let me touch you"
His words spilled out as he arched his back for more.
His breathing harsh as he drowned in pleasure.
Every cell in his body wanted her.
Wanted to touch her.
He needed to touch her...
She seemed to ignore his command as she teased his tip again with fast licks and flicks of her small tongue.
God, she had such a wicked tongue.
He cried out when she suddenly removed her mouth from him, his body such a tight coil of need he fought the vines again.
Pulling and twisting upon them. If only he could touch himself, bring himself relief...
He watched as she stood before him.
It was so erotic to be laying beneath her, naked, when she was still half clothed. He watched as she slid her skirt down her long legs, his breath hitched at the sight of her new lingerie. She stepped out of the skirt, her high heels still on.
Her hips began to sway, her hands lifting over her head as she undulated her hips, dancing sensuously to some unheard beat. He felt like pulling his hair out. This was too much.
Her dance drove him wild, and that was before she turned around.
This eyes locked on her, his mouth dropping, as his breaths sped up even more if it was possible.
Her lingerie was little more than a string.
He growled at the sight and tugged on the vines desperate to trace that string with his tongue before sliding a finger between her legs and pulling them off.
She wound her hips down to the floor and then made her body sway as she slowly raised herself back up.
He wanted her more than he had wanted anything in his life.
He remembered the first night they had met, he had sent her a dance into her mind, he had watched aching and hard for her, as she had followed it. He did the same now...
"Run your hands down your breasts Nya. Start at your neck"
Her eyes lifted to his and she smiled sexily at him as she lifted her hands to her neck. He groaned as she smoothed her hands down her own body, the sight of her hands touching herself made him shudder with need.
Her hands where moving too slowly, she was taunting him.
He wanted her hands on her breasts.
"Lower Nya!"
He growled out as she ignored him and slowly rubbed her hands down from her neck. He was about to explode with the fire racing in his blood from her dance when she finally lowered her hands to cup her breasts.
"Open your fingers, let me see you through them"
She did and he moaned at the sight of the rosy peak still wet from his mouth, showing between her tanned fingers.
"Oh god... that's it" He moaned as she flicked her own nipple between her forefinger and thumb. He shivered again. His whole body withered uncontrollable as he watched her.
"Take off your panties...please"
She ran her hands down her stomach, before running them along the top of her panties, flicking the thin frills of lace along the top.
He watched mesmerized as she hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly lowered them.
He watched as her blonde curls became visible as she lowered the lace to the floor.
No more! He gritted his teeth at the sight of her fully naked before him.
He could see the glistening arousal on her inner thighs and his mouth felt dry, he ached to taste her again.
She lowered herself to the floor and crawled up his body.
Nya almost lost her nerve as she lowered her body along his.
She wanted him.
She needed this, needed to feel as if someone cared for her. Needed for Nicholas to finally prove her wrong about men. But at the same time she feared this. She felt so much for him, it was going to kill her to leave but she had to.
Dropping her head to kiss his lips, she felt the gentle kiss he gave her to her heart and soul. Gentle, skimming and yet it claimed her completely.
He stared down at her, breathless and panting, as she lifted her head, tears glittering in her eyes due to all the feelings she had for him.
He frowned at the sight of her tears, lust disappeared to show only concern shining in his dark depths.
She pressed her fingertip against his lips and kissed him once more against it.
"Shh please, I'm fine. I just…" She faltered and he smiled against her finger.
He knew how she felt about him. She knew he did with that look in his eyes.
He kissed the fingertip pressed to his lips. A sweet gesture that clawed at her soul, and screamed for her to stay with him always.
Her eyes locked with his. She wanted to make love to this man. Wanted it more than anything.
She smiled, it was what she wished for. She saw the answering humor in his eyes and knew he was reading her thoughts.
Her eyes stared into his as she trailed her hand down his abdomen, hunger ignited in his eyes and her own, as her heart pounded with anticipation. She loved the way he responded to her touch.
His eyes where locked on hers as she finally held him within her palm.
She caressed him gently and loved the look on his face at the pleasure of her touch. His eyes closed momentarily, his teeth gritted together as he breathed out her name. She closed her eyes at the sweetness of her name carried on his breath.
She guided him slowly towards her, pressing back against him and slowly pressed him inside her.
She gasped at his size, as he groaned at the feel of entering her.
So tight… He hissed into her mind.
He was shaking around her, his arms strong and shaking pinned above his head. He didn't thrust, he allowed her to control his entry. His back arched as he cried out at every inch he sank within her. She breathed out, panting at the pleasure of his thick heat within her.
He was breathing frantically as she finally took him as far as she was capable. He gritted his teeth and moaned.
She kissed him as she adjusted to his size.
I never imagined… He whispered into her mind, as he threw his head back and withered before her.
Her heart flipped at the sight, and it was then she remembered his earlier words. He had never slept with a woman before.
She smiled against the muscles of his upper chest, she felt humbled she was the first woman to experience the pleasure of this mans body.
The first to watch those dark eyes cloud over with passion, the first to watch him wither to her touch. She kissed along his neck with slow licks so she could feel his pounded pulse beneath her tongue.
She clenched her feminine muscles around him and watched him involuntarily thrust fully inside of her. He groaned at the feel and cried out her name. Reaching to his tied arms she placed her palms against them and got ready to test his 'whatever I wish for' theory.
Stop Nya, I'll hurt you…
"No, you wont" She kissed his panting lips as she wished the vines would release him. Nothing happened. She frowned at the vines still clutching him tightly. And then she realized what was wrong. When she did it before, if she did, it was unconscious. She wasn't planning it to work. Closing her eyes, trying to ignore everything, she wished the vines would release him. She smiled as they began to uncurl, threading backwards until his arms were free.
She gasped in surprise as he threw her to her back, still inside her as he kissed her passionately, his hands roaming her entire body. Stroking, caressing and teasing her until she was panting beneath him.
"Make love to me Nicholas"
She watched as his eyes burnt red at her words. She grinned. That was a good sign.
He held her hips as he removed himself almost completely from her body before thrusting back, deeper and harder. She cried out. Clenching strands of black hair tightly in her fists. He stopped immediately.
"No. No. Don't stop. You didn't hurt me… please" She begged breathlessly.
He kissed her lips as he began to thrust against her, his gentle thrusts made her ache in a way no other man had ever made her feel.
You feel so good Nya…
He caressed every inch of her skin he could find as she withered to his touch.
So gentle. She would never have guessed he could be so gentle. His touch worshipping, loving, not lust filled and greedy. He was thrusting deep within her, but they where so gentle she shook at the feel of each. So deep, so slow...
His hand fluttered low on her belly to caress her most sensitive part in time with his thrusts. She moaned at the feel.
Nya.. he moaned.
His body shaking above hers. Blood was dripping down onto her chest from his wounds. She moaned unable to stop the sound as she tried to breath and form words. She needed to get him to stop as he was hurt. His wounds getting agitated by his thrusts.
"You must stop" She pleaded as he rocked deeper within her. He shook his head, leaning down to lick at the blood drops on her chest.
She clung to him as she drowned in pleasure.
His mouth on her breast, his hand low on her belly as his thick hardness pleasured her. It was all too much...
His movements became more frantic, she knew he was so close to orgasm. Lifting his face, her hands either side, she looked deep into his eyes. They where closed.
"Look at me"
She wanted to see him experience pleasure for the first time.
She had to repeat herself twice more before his eyes opened to look into hers. He grasped her nape as he pulled her close to kiss her as his body fragmented. His hoarse cry of pleasure was captured in their kiss and caused her to follow him into the ultimate pleasure, they're bodies shattering together.
More….
His orgasm had rocked him, the feel of being inside her … he gritted his teeth at the pleasure. He could never have imagined how she would feel wrapped around him. So tight, painfully so. He groaned as he felt her tight feminine muscles still clenching around him.
He wanted more.
He wrapped her blonde hair around his fist as he kissed her. He craved the feel of her hair stroking his fingers as he held it. He growled as her legs wrapped around his.
He had no idea how he was going to let her go, the beast was constantly riding him hard, demanding he kill and turn.
He pushed all thoughts of her leaving him aside as he thrust into her once more.
She cried out and he shuddered against her.
He had imagined what making love to a woman would be like… but this! He felt euphoric. He was infatuated with her body. The way she shivered if he ran his hand down her side. The small cries and screams she made when he made her feel so much pleasure.
He thrust within her, desperate to claim her.
Claim her completely.
He watched her shiver and tightened his hold upon her.
She was crushed to his chest, as he continued to slowly thrust inside her.
She was breathing hard over his shoulder as she rubbed up and down his back. Tracing the muscles there absently as she nibbled along his shoulder. His head dropped to rest beside her neck as he kissed along her throat.
His hand shaped her thigh as he leaned up to look at where they where joining. Her breath hitched as he groaned at the sight and kissed her. He trailed kisses over her entire face.
She lay their drowning in pleasure and the magic of the moment when she heard him murmuring things as he kissed over her face.
His lips trailed over her eyes, her jaw and still she couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
She kissed his neck and along his jaw till she reached his mouth.
She moved her lips against his as they kissed and clung to one another.
When he broke away he looked down upon her, she was so close again it was torture. She cried out as she melted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as she clung to him. It was then he repeated what he had been murmuring…
I love you
Nya closed her eyes at those words and tried to prevent the tears from falling. No one had ever said that to her before, not even her mother. She clutched him to her as he came, his body finally stopped thrusting as he breathed heavily above her. The weight of his massive body crushing down on her.
How was she ever going to leave?
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