Kissed by a Dark Prince (Volume 1) Page 16

  She burned them and all reason away with a kiss that scorched him right down to his bones.

  CHAPTER 12

  Loren stared wide-eyed into the distance, the world around him blurring as Olivia’s lips claimed his, her ferocity startling him. Before he could bring himself to believe this was really happening, and begin to respond, she jerked away. Her enormous brown eyes and her emotions warned that she was going to bolt, and his very soul cried out in protest. She had kissed him. She couldn’t undo what she had done and he wasn’t going to let her run.

  He was going to kiss her.

  He had her in his arms before she could blink, pulled her awkwardly against his body, and claimed her mouth. She resisted at first and then she was kissing him again, her lips clashing desperately with his, driven by the same need that echoed within him. He groaned and deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers and tasting her. Sweet, intoxicating, Olivia.

  Her hands pressed against his bare chest, burning his flesh, and her kiss branded her name on his heart, an indelible mark that he would bear forever.

  She owned it now.

  He was a slave to her, lost in the pleasure of their kiss and how incredible it felt. It overwhelmed him, bringing forth emotions so intense that he shook from them, barely able to control himself. He needed her now, needed to satisfy his soul-deep hunger to claim her as his female and to give her pleasure the likes of which she had never known. He wanted to make her belong to him, steal the heart she guarded so well, shake her to her very foundations as she stripped him down to his.

  Olivia moaned, the sound bliss to his ears, guiding him and telling him that she enjoyed the fierce way he kissed her, mastering her mouth and giving her no quarter.

  He hadn’t kissed in over four thousand years, but he could remember the times he had been with a female, and it hadn’t felt like this. Olivia created feelings in him that were beyond powerful, emotions that detonated and rocked him, and that were addictive. He wanted more. He needed more.

  Loren laid her down on the bed, across the white coat that she had dropped on the pale blue covers, and pressed his hands into the mattress, keeping himself off her. He feared he would lose control with her if their bodies came into contact now. He had been alone too long, and she felt too good.

  “Loren,” she whispered and arched towards him, her hands clutching his bare arms. She slowed their kiss, teasing him with bare sweeps of her lips across his that sent shivers through him and lightened his insides.

  He couldn’t take it.

  He growled, the points of his ears extending, and swooped on her mouth, his kiss aggressive and hard, reclaiming her lips, designed to let her know that she was his now and he would have her.

  No more dancing.

  She writhed beneath him, her frantic actions bringing her body into contact with his as she clutched his biceps and raised her hips. Her thigh brushed between his legs and his fangs sharpened in response, his hunger for her spiralling ever deeper. He wanted to bite her again.

  He wanted her to bite him.

  He needed to complete this bond.

  Loren tore away from her and breathed hard, kneeling on the bed astride her left leg.

  “Loren?” she said, her soft voice edged with hunger that he wanted to satisfy.

  He held his hand up and continued his struggle against his deepest desire. “A moment.”

  He had bitten her against her will, bonding her to him. He couldn’t forcibly complete the bond, sealing it for eternity, changing her irrevocably. She would hate him for it. He had sworn to break this bond and only complete it as a last resort. He wouldn’t go back on his word.

  Olivia sat up and reached for him, sliding one warm hand around the nape of his neck. “Come back to me.”

  He read between the lines to the feelings she hid in them. She needed him to kiss her again before she changed her mind. She wanted him but she was fighting her desire, driven to push him away. Why?

  She wanted him. He wanted her.

  Why would she fight their mutual attraction?

  Her brown eyes gained an edge that warned she was close to bolting, her fear getting the better of her. Her fingers tightened against his nape and he was powerless to resist her. She drew him back to her, her lips seizing his, driving all reason back out of his mind. Olivia wanted this. He would give her what she needed, but no more. He wouldn’t overstep the line again.

  Olivia leaned back, bringing him with her, and he covered her body with his, bracing himself on his elbows above her. He kissed her harder, taking the lead again, and she writhed beneath him, rocking her body into his. He groaned and rubbed his hard length against her thigh, losing himself in thoughts of being inside her, their bodies intimately entwined, sharing a moment of bliss.

  He needed that.

  She moaned and he kissed along her jaw, curled the tip of his tongue around her earlobe, and then moved to her neck. He picked up her split-second tense and didn’t linger at her throat, not wanting to frighten her with the thought he might bite her after everything she had told him.

  He wouldn’t even if she asked, because he was too far gone to control himself and if he sank his fangs into her throat and tasted her blood again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from trying to complete their bond.

  His ki’ara.

  She felt good beneath him. Right. He loved the way she moved, the desperate undulations of her body that spoke to his, calling him to press against her, to give her what she needed. The feel of them skin-to-skin at last.

  Loren moved back and grasped the hem of her t-shirt. Pain shot up his left arm from his broken fingers, a reminder of their condition. Olivia gasped and he gritted his teeth, cursing the weakness. He wanted nothing to interfere in this moment. Not her injuries or his.

  Olivia’s hand curling around his and bringing it away from her clothing and up to her lips swept away his anger. He stared at her, fascinated as she pressed light kisses over the bandage and his two broken fingers, as if her kiss alone could heal his pain. There was a beautifully solemn yet tender look in her eyes as she inspected them, kissing them from time to time, and the pain did begin to fade. His female’s touch was magic, more powerful than any he commanded.

  He had brought light to his people, but she had brought light to his dark world. She had given him something incredible, the wondrous bond between them that made him feel whole and gave him the strength to do what was right. He would never let her go. He would find a way to make her see that they belonged together. They were fated, destined to love each other, each born for the purpose of completing the other.

  He wanted to say all this to Olivia but if he spoke these things aloud, they would scare her and she would run from him again. She wasn’t ready to hear that he had fallen for her, heart and soul, and would wither and die without her now.

  “You look too serious,” she whispered and he shook his head, caught her hand with his good fingers, and lured her up to him.

  Loren kissed her, a gentler exploration of her lips, building up the heat between them again and trying to deny his softer emotions, fearing they would colour his actions and she would sense them and bolt. He was wise to her now. She needed this to be about lust and satisfaction of carnal desires—aggressive, fierce and passionate. She needed to hide her softer feelings and deny her heart because she feared the outcome.

  He was in no position to make love to her anyway.

  Over four thousand years without sex meant that this first time would be about satisfying his dark need for her, to claim her body and soul, and ruin her to all other males.

  He grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, breaking the kiss for only as long as it took the garment to pass between their lips. He kissed her harder, pouring out his desire and his need, letting her feel what she did to him. She made him crazy and wild, made him feel lost in his passion and ruled by his desire.

  Loren dropped the t-shirt on the bed and went to palm her breasts. Material g
reeted his hands, soft and satiny beneath his fingers. He drew back and frowned at the garment she wore. Elf females wore corsets over their dresses. Human females appeared to wear a smaller version of that supportive garment beneath their clothing.

  “What is this?” he said, eyeing the garment.

  Olivia smiled and reached around behind her. “I’m not waiting while you fumble with your first bra.”

  Fumble? He had intended to cut the unholy thing off her not fool around with whatever held it in place on her body.

  She tossed the bra aside and he groaned, his gaze drawn to the dark dusky buds of her nipples and the creamy swells of her breasts. Touch. He went to do just that and grimaced as his broken fingers protested. He cursed them in his tongue and Olivia’s smile widened.

  She reached for the belt of her jeans and he growled. He wanted to undress her. She shot him a frown.

  “Your fingers are broken. You’ll hurt yourself trying to remove them and I want you naked against me.”

  Naked against her.

  Loren growled low in his throat.

  He might have broken fingers, but there were other methods of undressing her at his disposal.

  She was his, and that instinctual drive that told him that she belonged to him was strong, encompassing all of her, and therefore all of her belongings, rendering them as belonging to him also.

  He mentally commanded her trainers and jeans to enter the portal to his room and she gasped, her eyes shooting wide when she was suddenly left in only a pair of cream satin knickers.

  Loren didn’t give her a chance to indulge her inner scientist and ask how he had done such a thing. He threw another mental command at the rest of his armour and the scales shifted over his body and disappeared into the bands around his wrists, leaving him naked.

  Olivia floundered, her mouth hanging open, eyes raking hotly over him.

  His female liked what she saw. He grinned at the dark desire in her eyes, the mark of her approval, and kissed her again. She sank back onto the bed, taking him down with her, and he settled his weight on his elbows, shifted his legs between hers, and groaned as their bodies came into contact.

  She was hot and soft beneath him, and the feel of her thighs cradling his hips combined with the satin stroke of her underwear over his hard length was almost too much for him. He ground his teeth until they hurt, focusing on the pain to dull the pleasure so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

  Olivia didn’t help.

  She rolled them over, landing astride him, and rubbed her core along his shaft, ripping a groan from his throat. Her hands glided over his torso and his markings flared, sensitising his flesh until even the barest caress was too much. He moaned and screwed his face up, unable to control his reactions to her touch, driving his hips against hers.

  “I like these markings,” she whispered, fingers tracing them, pushing him closer to the edge.

  Loren clutched the bedclothes and his broken fingers sent pain burning up the nerves of his left arm. Pain. Good.

  He embraced it this time, trying to conceal it from Olivia so she wouldn’t know how close he was to coming just from her touching him.

  Just from the hot moist feel of her against his aching shaft.

  His dreams came crashing back to him, filling his head with replays of everything he had done to her in them. He wanted to take her hard as he had in his dream, when she had been on the inspection table. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face and feel it drenching the connection between them.

  Olivia leaned over and swept her lips across the markings that curled around his left pectoral, eliciting another husky moan from his throat. She kissed downwards, worshipping every inch of him in a way no woman had before her.

  Her lips brushed the string of symbols that curved over his hip but the feel of the caress was lost on him, his focus elsewhere. Her breasts were against his erection, resting either side of it. All he had to do was thrust. He couldn’t help himself. He ground his hips, rubbing himself between her breasts. Olivia smiled wickedly, a look that plainly told him that she was going there soon, and nothing would stop her.

  She teased him by lazily sweeping her fingers over the marks on his hip. “Do all elves have these?”

  Loren growled at her, his fangs punching long from his gums, and his ears flattening against the sides of his head. She dared speak of other males when they were like this?

  He had her on her back before she could even gasp and caged her beneath him, grinding his cock against her and clutching her wrists above her head on the pillows. She moaned and arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

  He growled again, dipped his head, and kissed them, sucking her right nipple into his mouth and rolling the bud with his tongue. His fangs scraped her sensitive flesh and she shuddered beneath him, a darker moan escaping her. Loren tried to ignore the hunger it sparked within him. Her pleasure wasn’t permission to bite her.

  Loren shifted aside and cupped her mound with his right hand, keeping his left against her wrists. He stroked her through the damp satin until she tipped her head back, frowned and worked her body against his.

  “More,” she uttered and he gave it to her.

  He slipped his hand into her underwear and into her plush petals. So wet. She wanted him fiercely. His female needed him.

  She moaned and rocked her hips, riding his fingers, rubbing her pert nub against them. He shoved her knickers down enough that he could reach lower and groaned as he probed her entrance. Her wet heat lured him and he couldn’t deny his need to know the feel of her. He eased a finger into her sheath and she bucked wildly, her harsh moan loud in the room and dripping with pleasure. Her body clenched his, drawing his finger in deeper.

  Loren growled.

  He couldn’t wait any longer.

  He withdrew and she moaned, her eyes opening, and then stilled when she saw him sit back. Her eyes darkened and she shifted on the bed, calling to him like a temptress. He yanked her underwear off, covered her body with his and reclaimed her mouth with a passionate kiss that had her rocking against him in an instant.

  Loren leaned on his left elbow and gripped his cock in his right hand. He teased her with it, rubbing the soft head up and down, from her sheath to her nub. Her face screwed up and she clutched his biceps again.

  “Loren, please,” she murmured and he gave her what she needed.

  He nudged the head of his cock inside her, raised her hips off the bed with one hand and eased into her. Her body gloved his, tight and hot and wet, and he groaned as he inched in, savouring their first connection.

  Olivia moaned, her fingers tightening against his arms, her face a picture of bliss as he joined them.

  The bond between them deepened, entwining their bodies and souls, threatening to undo him before he had even thrust into her once. He had never felt anything like it. Every inch of him was on fire, burning at a thousand degrees. He withdrew and plunged back into her, letting her feel every inch of him, stroking her slowly and deeply. Pleasure so intense that it blinded him sparked along every nerve in his body, rippling in waves with each measured thrust he made.

  Olivia grabbed him around the back of his head and dragged him down to her, kissing him hard. Her teeth clashed with his, her breathy moans drawing out his own. She gasped and moaned with each thrust of his cock into her body, quivering beneath him, her thighs trembling against his. Their hearts raced in unison, the rapid beat of Olivia’s driving his, making his head spin.

  “God,” she uttered and he cursed too, the mind-blowing pleasure of being with his female, his Olivia, far more incredible and consuming than he had ever imagined it would be.

  He could feel all of her as if they were one. The ecstasy that flowed in his veins also flowed in hers. The bliss that sent him rocketing towards his climax pushed her ever upwards towards hers too. It ruled them both, filling them with pleasure they would never find with another, and Loren knew he was ruined.

  He belonged to Olivia now.
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  “Loren,” she whispered against his lips, the sound of her sweet voice filling his mind, adding to his bliss.

  He clutched her hip and drove into her, as deep as she would take him, determined to satisfy her before he found his own release. His female needed release. He could sense it in her, a dark consuming need that bordered on painful to her. He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted Olivia to belong to him too.

  His ki’ara.

  He thought it as he rocked into her, giving her the pleasure she needed. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet pressing into his backside, guiding his thrusts as she had in his dreams, roughening them. He obeyed his sweet female, pumping her harder but withholding much of the strength he was still capable of, afraid that he would harm her in his quest to please her. The incomplete bond weakened him, but he was still far stronger than a human male, capable of breaking her if he wasn’t careful.

  She moaned and held on to him, her nails digging into his flesh, her lips clashing with his. He broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads and noses together, and breathed with her, his heart thundering against his chest.

  “Loren.” She breathed his name so sweetly, a command that he would forever obey. She was close, her body gripping his with each thrust he made, flexing around him as she sought her climax.

  He drove harder, plunging deeper, tearing moans from her with each thrust. Her feet pressed him downwards each time, forcing him back inside.

  She pressed her forehead to his, dug her fingers into his arms and gasped.

  Olivia arched into him, her hot sheath clenching his shaft as he thrust into her, and cried out her climax. Her body throbbed around his, milking him and drawing him deeper. Her ecstasy flooded the link between them, swirling through him, pushing him over the edge.

  Loren shattered a heartbeat later, jerking into her and spilling his seed in hot jets of pleasure that robbed him of his breath and had him quivering all over, every cell in his body claimed by a warm haze of bliss.

  They breathed together, locked in each other’s arms, linked by their bond.