Part 5 (2/2)

Her tear-streaked face and miserable expression knotted Ryder's stomach. Why had the incubus done this now? It didn't make sense.

Sheri was pliant, but her urgent kisses proved the compulsion still amplified her need. Ryder wanted to lash out, to decimate the incubus and the succubus controlling him. Protectiveness surged within Ryder, reinforcing his determination, strengthening his control. He had to make love to her tenderly, free her senses from the spell's control.

Sheri's tummy quivered; her thighs flexed. He accompanied each touch with a soft kiss, whispered endearments, and encouragement. Easing his middle finger between her creamy folds, Ryder groaned.

G.o.ds, she's wet! Hot and ready. More than ready! You can't. Not yet. Think of her. He found her swollen c.l.i.t and circled, keeping his touch slow and sure. She arched and tossed her hips, but he concentrated on the true nature of her need. Building the tension by degrees, he coaxed two gentle o.r.g.a.s.ms from her body. She cried out, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure.

”Now? Can we ...”

”Not yet, but soon.”

Trembling with the aftershocks of her second o.r.g.a.s.m, Sheri stared up into Ryder's dark eyes. ”Why did you tie me up? If you didn't make me feel like this, why ...”

The warmth in his gaze made her stomach flutter, and tension gripped her chest. He cupped her breast, his thumb lightly stroking her nipple. ”I've wanted you since I first saw you. The compulsion is making you wild, and I can't afford to lose control. If I give in and take you hard and fast, like we both want, we'll have to start all over again.”

”Would that be so terrible?”

”Yes.” His expression was grave, his eyes serious. ”The urgency is lessening each time you find release, but aggression fuels the spell, makes the demand stronger.” His hand moved from one breast to the other, his fingers barely grazing her skin.

”I don't understand the difference. If each o.r.g.a.s.m lessens the compulsion, why not just -- do it until we both feel better?”

He caught her nipple between his finger and thumb. ”Do you have something against foreplay?” Increasing the pressure gradually, he built the sensation to a sharp pinch. Sheri gasped and twisted, but even the pain made heat flood her core. ”Is this how your body usually responds?”

Panting harshly, she shook her head.

”The spell makes you crave aggression. I must give you tenderness.”

Deep inside her desire-muddled brain, she understood. He couldn't just screw her; they had to make love. Relaxing in the restraints, Sheri yielded to his ministrations. She followed his lead, let him set the pace. His warm mouth moved along her throat, onto the upper swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He licked her nipples, traced her areolas, but ignored her murmured protests when he wouldn't suckle.

Tenderness, patience, each brush of his lips, each stroke of his tongue ill.u.s.trated his determination. He would guide her through this. Despite his ma.s.sive erection, he would wait to enter her until she was free from the spell.

He waved his hand toward her left ankle, and the restraint disappeared. Lifting her leg, he ducked beneath. He rested his cheek against her other thigh and flashed a rakish grin as he draped her free leg over his side.

”Now, this is a spectacular view.”

She didn't speak, could scarcely think beyond the demanding desire pounding through her veins. The longer he waited between o.r.g.a.s.ms, the more demanding her need became. Parting her pa.s.sion-slick folds, he moved in close, his breath wafting across her exposed flesh.

”Do you want my tongue or my fingers?” His voice was a throaty growl.

”Yes.”

He chuckled. ”Yes it is.” Tracing her slit with his fingers, he firmly stroked her c.l.i.t with his tongue.

After only a few seconds, Sheri shattered. Shocked and a bit embarra.s.sed, she looked down into his eyes. He continued to stroke her with his tongue, but his dark gaze watched her face, glowing with tenderness, and something she was afraid to name.

Parting her folds with his fingers, he rimmed her entrance with his tongue, around but never into her aching core. Sheri groaned as erotic heat coc.o.o.ned her. She'd been kissed like this before, but Ryder was so consumed by the act, it left her breathless and trembling. He licked and nibbled, laved and sucked. She came over and over. Time and s.p.a.ce blurred until there was only pleasure, one wave cras.h.i.+ng upon the next.

Echoes of release reverberated through her body. He released her other leg and settled between her thighs. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he pushed her legs up and back, spreading her thighs wide.

Sheri licked her lips, antic.i.p.ation twisting through her. She felt brazen and wanton as she waited for the first forceful thrust of his shaft. With her wrists bound and his strong hands holding her open, she couldn't help but think of her original fantasy. Conquered, plundered, the spoils of war.

”Sweetheart, look at me.” She met his gaze. ”I'll be happy to ravish you, but it can't be tonight. That's the reason he created this illusion. It reinforces your need for rough play. Watch my eyes. Relax, and accept me. Respond with your heart, not just your body.”

He pushed into her slowly, filling her inch by glorious inch. She opened for him, stretched around him, amazed at how much he had to give. When he was buried to the hilt, he released her legs and balanced his weight on his knees. He caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with one hand, her face with the other, his eyes never leaving hers.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, content to be filled by him, to drown in the warmth of his gaze. ”This is nice.” He pulled back and filled her again. ”No, that was nice.”

Grinning, he grasped her hips and established a rhythm, slow and steady, strong and deep. She arched into each thrust, caressed him with her inner muscles. His hands moved to her bottom, lifting her, adjusting the angle of her hips. Deeper, he filled her more completely, his rhythm still steady and sure.

She clenched her fists, wis.h.i.+ng she could touch him as tension coiled inside of her. Tightening her body around his shaft, she embraced him intimately.

”Not yet.” He thrust deep and held still, waiting for the sensations to recede.

”The compulsion is gone,” she cried. ”Why did you do that?”

After a long pause, he whispered, ”I don't want this to end.”

The raw emotion in his tone sent warm s.h.i.+vers down her spine, and tears stung her eyes. Her lips trembled. He kissed her, softly, tenderly, and her being accepted him. He might not be real in the conventional sense, but she'd never felt anything like this.

He hooked her legs over his arms, grabbed her bottom with both hands, and parted her thighs further. Possessive pa.s.sion shone in his gaze. Heat curled through her body, an instinctive response to the promised pleasure in his eyes. Over and over, he drove into her. His fingers clutched her bottom. She moaned. Surrendering the last of her resistance, she opened her heart to him.

His gaze searched hers as his body moved, hinting at, hoping for things she didn't understand. Searing heat burst within Sheri. Her nipples tingled and her toes curled. She cried out, arching high as he drove deep, shuddering violently.

Chapter Six.

Snuggling against Ryder's warm body, Sheri never wanted to wake up. After reversing the incubus's compulsion, Ryder had s.h.i.+fted the illusion, creating a sunny meadow surrounded by rugged mountains and a cloudless sky. They'd explored together, learning the texture and taste of each other inch by inch.

Sheri stroked her hand along his thick bicep and gasped. She was awake, and Ryder was solid. How was this possible?

”Ryder.” She sat up in the middle of her bed. ”Ryder!”

”Good morning.”

She looked around, shaking away the last of sleep's lethargy. This was her bedroom, her bed. ”I'm awake.”

”I see that.”

”And you're solid.”

He grinned. ”You might even say I'm hard.” Dragging her hand downward, he demonstrated his claim.

”I'm awake, Ryder. Why can I touch you?”

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