This chapter is dedicated to the one person whose obsession with Diamond out rivals even mine, Retired1984 :)
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He's losing the ability to think.
Her mouth is all hot eagerness with nimble hands to match and Sweet Jesus, what was that delicious moan?
Her body's pliant and curving around him, one leg wrapped around his ass while her breasts fall along his chest, feminine and gloriously heavy, and Gawd if he doesn't stop this now, make his intentions clear, she's going to succeed in fucking him senseless and then leaving him destitute in the morning.
He refuses to let this be just a fling.
Rick moans before pulling away from her, physically aches from the loss of her mouth but before she can do anything to tempt him further, he's taken a step back from her, holding her at arm's length.
She's looking up at him with sensual, molten eyes, - like she can't wait to strip him of his boxers and have her wicked way with him, devour him until he's unconscious from satisfied desire. Her lips are open and swollen, her lashes are fluttering and she's breathing frantically; his eyes drawn to the rise and swell of her firm breasts, beckoning him to worship them.
"My name is Katherine," she whispers against his neck. "Kate Beckett."
The devil in him puffs out his chest and feels like crowing to the world he was finally able to get her to lower her defenses, just enough to pull out her name, but the gentleman in him treasures the information, realizes what a difficult first step it was for her to take.
His enormous smile reflects, 'It's-about-time-you-opened-up-to-me-you-frustrating-gorgeous-woman-you.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Miss Beckett. Such a lovely name for a lovely woman." He raises her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it tenderly, eyes locked onto hers. "I want to take you farther than just the bedroom, Kate," and she trembles when she hears her first name, the meaning behind his words infiltrating her soul.
"But this isn't going to happen between us unless you agree to something first." His fingers glide along the upper curve of her breast and then tangle in the necklace which holds her mother's ring.
"Castle," and they're so in sync with one another he already knows what she's going to say. "I can't promise you anything. . . Only tonight," and her teeth sink into her lower lip. "Pl - ease, let it be enough that I chose you over - someone else."
She takes a deep breath, yearning filling her gaze and her fingers brush sensuously across his cheek. "Believe it when I say I just want you. . . I only want you."
Her aroma surrounds him, is intoxicating, fruity with the overwhelming scent of cherries; her golden flecked hazel eyes truly the window to her soul as they portray truth, - an insatiable longing for him.
"This isn't a one night stand for me, and I'm going to prove it to you with every moment I spend with you tonight, - with every touch, every glance, every breath, every word that comes out of my mouth."
His hand swoops to the back of her neck, fingers lightly dancing along her hairline as he purrs, "Starting right now." His tongue snakes out and caresses the lip of her oral fixation.
Her mouth latches onto his, drinking him in, tongue pressing against his.
Pushing. Claiming. Demanding.
Pushing. Wanting. Needing.
Every nerve in his body is awake, aware of where she is, right there in front of him, open and ready and willing, there for his taking.
The tension between them is too heavy, expanding exponentially and the want is consuming him, making him half-crazed.
All he can think about is making her succumb to him, tattooing himself on her flesh.
He groans, something painfully sexy, as she presses the heel of her hand to his bulging erection, and as her hand gets bolder, sneaky fingers slinking to find his cock, he does something no man has ever done before.
He grasps her waist and she's off her feet being tossed into the air. . . An "oomph" forced out of her lungs as she lands forcefully on his shoulder, draping clumsily over his back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she fumes, pummeling his backside.
"Making an impression," he growls. "One you'll never forget."
The feminist in her is thoroughly offended by the move and yet, Wow, he has a stupendous ass, and how does this display of Caveman tactics have her even more aroused?
He kicks open his bedroom door, locks it behind him and once he reaches the bed, tosses her unceremoniously onto the spread.
She's there before him, lying back on her elbows, like a disheveled Goddess with unruly curly hair, pink cheeks and swollen lips with the purple chiffon billowing over her legs.
"You're so exquisitely beautiful," and in a motion faster than lightning streaking across the sky, he reaches behind her back, and using his infamous Casanova skills has her zipper unzipped, fingers tripping beneath the sleeves of her gown to pull them completely off her shoulders.
His heart stops for a full beat as the fabric drops to her waist; the gorgeous temptress isn't wearing a bra, has no need for one, and her small twin peaks are displayed before him, ripe for the taking, nipples already peaking from her arousal. His eyes dip lower, over her defined six pack abs and he smiles, all cocky male ego at the scrap of black lace covering her womanhood.
He takes her in, absorbing her rare beauty, cataloguing it away for all time, that blazing blue like a tarnished flame as he studies every inch of her nakedness. There's a silent intensity about him that unnerves her until she longs to say something, but the words die in her throat.
God dammit, the man needs to quit his hot staring and start touching.
He combs through the highlighted strands of her hair that frame her flushed face. "I know what you're thinking and it's not true," he grates softly, his restraint barely holding with her nudity openly displayed before him.
"What am I thinking, Rick?"
"You're thinking that once this night is over, you can say, 'Goodbye,' walk away from me and never look back. . . But, - "
This changes everything, his eyes tell her.
"This doesn't signify the end of our story. It's only the beginning of our love story and I predict, there will be numerous chapters for many years to come."
She smiles bewitchingly, all red lips and glossy teeth while grasping the band on his boxers, pulling him towards her. "I'm thinking you should stop predicting and shut your trap. . . Use your mouth for other, delightfully dirty things."
Ohh. . . He doesn't need to be asked twice and he certainly doesn't disappoint.
It's a raw combining of needs.
It's a flash of limbs, mouth and tongue.
Clothes fly.
Her whole body melts into his touch, humming beneath his fingertips.
He whispers words of unsurpassed beauty against her flesh, feathering stubble-burned kisses along every inch of her skin, licking and tasting, painting passion along her flesh until she thinks she'll burn alive from the anticipation alone.
She's whimpering this pitiful and so arousing sound in his ear and he's dizzy with need, his cock heavy and ready to claim her.
It's too fast and yet not fast enough. And he wants her yesterday. And tomorrow. And forever.
Now, now, now.
Instinct takes over, his desire to fill her, - to make her ache for him once she's gone, make her ache to never leave him at all.
She's begging him to just let her come and by the time the condom's in place and he's interlaced all ten fingers with hers, pressing their joined hands deep into the pillows, she's on the verge of shattering.
"One night will never be enough. Not for me, not for you," he husks and with a surge of his hips, impales her, a glide so smooth but still so tight it nearly undoes him.
"Fuck!" flies from her mouth as a strangled hiss as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.
His lips cover hers to taste the mewling sounds from her mouth and the kiss is raw, urgent, rough and she's the only thing keeping him in place as their bodies become one.
As he draws his hips away, hers follow, not allowing their connection to break.
With each and every thrust, her nails dig deep into the back of his hands, intensifying every sensation, intensifying everything about her.
Her pupils are blown with arousal as she stares up at him. Her lip is caught again between her teeth and he doesn't think he's ever seen anything so erotic in his life, fueling the arousal rumbling through his body.
They're moving erratically, hard and slow. He slides deeper with every stroke and her loins contract with the onslaught of her release, tightening rhythmically, driving him inexorably toward his own climax.
She's writhing beneath him, crying his name softly, trying to get him deeper - still.
Rick feels his arousal deepening, tightening as those sinful legs squeeze around his.
His earthy smell captivates her senses, reduces her to a mindless mess of need, her body thrumming with desire, arousal, him.
She can't catch her breath as her imminent orgasm builds; her back arches like a bow as pure sexual energy rips through her body, - starting at her scalp, traveling through her chest, bursting to her core, overflowing along her long limbs and making her toes curl in utter desperation.
She succumbs when he tortures her with the rough timbre of his voice, "You're in my veins and no other woman will ever compare to you."
She yields to the raw passion of him, screams out, "Cas - sle," inner muscles clenching around his large member as bursts of fire ignite in her blood, milking from him his own release.
His palms drag away from hers and dig into her hipbones as he spills into her, pulsing hot spurts, breathing her name raggedly as he holds her down beneath him.
Afterward, they both lie still, breathing heavily, occasionally one of them shaking or trembling as their bodies come down from the overwhelming high of their union.
"Christ," he finally whispers, the word sounding as though it's torn from the depths of his soul. "That was beyond amazing. . . I don't even have the words to describe it."
"I agree," she whispers softly, looking up at him with lovely sated eyes, a sheen of sweat making her appear even more ethereal. "I had no idea it would be this - ."
She doesn't finish the sentence, just catches his mouth with her own, trying to portray with her actions how much it meant to her, because for the first time since her mother's death, Katherine Beckett feels almost whole.