TWENTY-SEVEN
With skillful fingers, Isabella manages to disrobe both of us before I've taken more than three breaths. I'm still a little dizzy, and seeing the expanse of creamy skin across her stomach, and lower, has drawn my mind blank.
"Oh, Captain," she moans. "Aren't you just full of surprises?"
I blink, my eyes traveling up her body to meet her gaze. She is assessing me with the same hunger, the same want that I myself feel right now. I wonder momentarily if she too feels torn between excitement and loathing.
Before I can gather my wits for a response, she drops to her knees between my legs, surprising me. She is not shy, nor timid, and as she takes me into her mouth and I am met with the hot, slick heat of her tongue, I let out a string of curses that would surely damn my soul.
It is pleasure unlike I've ever experienced. I've been with women before, never anyone who has meant much more than a companion for the night, but none of them could hold even a candle to what Isabella is doing now. My hands fist in her hair, guiding her as I try not to thrust up between her luscious lips.
When I feel I am on the edge of madness, Isabella releases me, climbing to her feet. I can't begin to protest, because she climbs back over me, her body rubbing against mine. I can feel the hot wet heat of her against me, and my hips buck reflexively.
"I'm going to take pleasure from you," she says, her lips ghosting over mine. "I'm going to take yours, and I'm going to take mine." Her lips press to mine, and my fingers dig into the flesh at her hips. Isabella pulls back before I feel I can get a proper taste of her though. "And you are going to have to live with the knowledge for the rest of your life that nothing…" she moves, her mouth sliding to my ear "...absolutely nothing … will be as good as this."
With those words, she sinks over me, and a white-hot flash of blinding pleasure overtakes me. I can feel her heated breath on my shoulder, her body squeezing mine as we learn how to fit together. She rocks a few times, squeezing me each time, and I grunt, my hips slamming up to drive myself fully inside of her. She gasps, her fingers scraping against my shoulders before climbing the back of my neck and sinking into my hair.
I hate her… I crave her… I want revenge… The feelings boil inside of me, driving my body to a point of franticness. I can feel her own body responding, the same wild collision of conflicting emotions, until the desperation that builds between us teeters on the edge of insanity. We are both lost to raw, primal need. Gone is any semblance of humanity I once had. There is no longer a delineating line between hatred and lust. There is only escalating pleasure, feverish and frenzied.
I need some semblance of control. I need to regain some part of myself, or I'll be forever lost to the slippery heat of her body clamping over mine, and the way her breath fans across my flesh.
Through the haze in my mind, I latch onto this idea enough to clear some of the fog. My fingers dig into her hips, and before she can even take a breath, I flip us over on the settee, landing over her and driving into her with such spirit, it steals the breath from her lips. I can feel her fingers clawing at my back, her body bending and arching to meet mine as each thrust carries us both closer and closer to the precipice we are dancing toward.
"You will come undone." I snarl, my voice low and raw. "You will come undone and know forever that it was I that have bested you. I won." My words are matched with a bite to her earlobe, and I feel her whole body contract around me. She lets out a strangled cry, her body clinging to mine as I continue to drive into her, over and over again, until I fall into pleasure so hot and bright that I nearly go blind.
I have never in my life experienced anything remotely close to what has just happened, and as the haze begins to lift from my mind, and reason starts to creep back in, I realize I will never experience anything close to it again.