CHAPTER ELEVEN
WHEN I WOKE up, the familiar hotel room in Paris greeted me. My body was sore in the right places, and a few wrong ones, too.
I slipped out of bed and followed the irregular light originating from another room.
The furniture decorating the living room lined up along the wall. Long tapers surrounded the perimeter of the room. A tufted leather bed with curves and an embedded mattress sat dead center.
Calind stood by the bed, dressed in a pair of low slung black joggers and nothing else.
I muttered, “Damn.” And this insanely beautiful creature would be my husband until I died. A dream come true? Hell to the yes.
Judging from the look Calind sent my way and the current scene I assumed the taunting ended tonight, and I’d finally receive his self-proclaimed gift.
Like never before, my rattled nerves made it known that I might’ve psyched myself up for the moment and placed too much pressure on it. “I think I need a vodka rocks.” And I never drank vodka straight.
With jittery hands, I slid a cigarette from my pack on the coffee table and sauntered to the balcony.
Calind approached me, slipping one arm across my torso and with the other, placed a drink in my hands. “You’re more anxious now than you were last night.”
I turned around and avoided his eye contact. “I-I don’t k-know if I—”
He pressed me against his hard chest as his lips teased my ear. The suppleness of his mouth glided against my skin, setting a burning trail on my neck. I dissolved into him, dropping my cigarette and the case to the floor.
Calind slipped my shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the ground. He picked me up to straddle his waist, taking me back inside, and sat me on the edge of the bed.
I leaned back to rest my body against the curvy, cushioned soft leather bed. The massive bed nearly swallowed me whole.
He placed a pillow underneath my neck, ensuring my comfort.
Calind’s body was ethereal and sculpted by a master. I couldn’t resist running my hands around the hard peaks and dips.
I slid my hand up to his face, running my fingers across his generous lips. He captured my wrist and kissed my fingertips. The tremors he evoked from my body became more severe.
“What have I told you, sweetheart?” The deep cadence of his voice was a soft rumble between us, electrocuting my nerves, exacerbating the quaking of my body. “You have no reason to fear me.” Calind taunted with the brush of his lips and the stubble on his jaw tickling my face.
Little aches formed inside my pussy as it became wetter, begging for his touch.
I fucked. That’s all I ever did. Sex was carnal and mainly concerned with getting me off. But this? I felt like a nervous first-timer, knowing I would have sex unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t fight the notion that tonight could ruin me forever.
“I’m not scared,” I fibbed, pretending my confidence was through the roof by running a hand across his broad, muscular back to cup his firm ass and smack it. Sitting up, I pulled him closer. Fighting to change the dynamic, I kissed him hard and worked to free his cock by pulling at the waistband of his pants.
Calind yanked my hands behind my head and wound his fist around my hair, tearing me from his lips. His eyelids halfway obscured his ebony hues. He chided me with a tilt of his head and a knowing grin.
As he lowered, the heat of his breath skimmed my face. His teeth caught my bottom lip and his lips sucked the sting away. His tongue licked the edge of mine.
My mind became dizzy with nothing other than the sensation of him touching me and covering my body with his.
I hooked my legs around hips, and he responded with a welcome and strong grip on my thighs, keeping my legs in place.
From the tall, cylindrical metal bucket on the end table, he retrieved a large piece of ice in the shape of a dick and brought it to my lips. I sucked it, letting it slide into my mouth and moisten my tongue with icy water.
He slid the ice from my mouth and covered my tepid lips with his warm mouth. An electric feeling shot straight into my pussy, lingering there and making me ache for more.
As our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, he slid the ice dildo against my skin, leaving a trail of frigid water behind.
I shook hard when the icy tip slid around my breasts and across the tops of my nipples, hardening them. He followed the trail, sucking and slurping the water from my breasts. His lips surrounded my nipples, caressing them, eliciting a charged moan from my throat.
The ice continued its journey along my body, circling my belly button. When the frigid solid reached my pussy, I jolted.
Calind held me, securing me with one of his arms. The head of the frozen dildo circled my clit while Calind’s mouth went to work on my breasts, sucking my nipples and ending with the scrape of his teeth, making me squirm and beg for more.
The phallic-shaped ice slid inside of me, thrusting into my pussy with a purposeful pace. My eyes widened at the surprising chill. “Calind,” I said his name in a soft cry.
“Not yet,” he taunted between clenched teeth as he bit my nipple with more pressure.
I braced against him, willing myself to not succumb to the feeling sweeping over me.
I continued to lose control over my thoughts, emotions, and reactions when he was with me this way. He had the ability to penetrate under the surface when we were alone, unlike any other. It was as though he dug a hand into my chest and gained control of a part responsible for enabling all functions.
He reached up, snaking a hand around the back of my head. The melting, thick piece of ice worked me over as Calind set my body on fire with his tongue, teasing me from my neck to my belly button and back up again.
The disparate temperatures made me uncomfortable as he neared the wettest part of my body. He kissed my thigh, watching my pussy respond to the melting ice. His eyes shot up at me, provoking the thrall.
I quaked against the mattress fighting to not come, straining, my fingernails digging into the covers.
“Now, Regan.”
Upon hearing Calind’s permission, the explosion hit me hard. So hard, I couldn’t stay still. I cried out as my body shuddered violently. He pumped the dildo inside me to make me come again and again until the ice melted into a thin cylinder.
Calind’s hands caged my thighs, keeping me close and motionless. His face lowered between my thighs, and he licked a throbbing piece of me.
When I responded with a hoarse cry, his tongue worked magic, circling around the sopping wet and sensitive little head.
“You’re f-fucking driving me crazy. P-Please,” I begged as my body vibrated. “I can’t c-come anymore.” I pleaded with him, widening my eyes. He stared at me from between my thighs. The glint in his eyes exacerbated the warm and giddy sensation taking over me. “I-It’s too fucking much.”
He dragged his lips across my clit and winked at me as if to say, It’s never enough.
He dropped the ice to the floor and pulled my legs farther apart. Moving swiftly, he uncovered my clit from where it was hiding and wrapped his lips around the little nub. He sucked it, attacking my bundle of nerves with an insane ability. His fingers slammed into my tight and drenched opening, jarring me and quaking my thighs.
The feeling was so intense my eyes watered, and I struggled not to jump off the bed. Calind pinned me with exquisite torture, and I could do nothing else but cry and scream out every obscenity I knew.
My back curved at a severe angle, my head was upside down, and tears ran into my hairline. My limbs grew sore from the convulsions. I couldn’t regain control of my senses and stop the undulating climaxes from wrecking me in a repeated cycle.
Moisture continued to stream from my eyes. My voice had grown hoarse from screaming. Rush after rush wrecked my body, shocking me with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I soared higher than I did when I had my first hit of weed.
Calind finally relented, and I collapsed onto the mattress, trying countless times to catch my breath. He gripped my trembling foot in one hand and kissed the bone in my ankle. Shocks radiated from my foot back to my core.
He positioned his body in between my legs. The head of his thick erection thumped against my separated pussy lips. With his eyes stuck on me, and his strong arms tensing and holding him upright, he urged his hips forward, filling me with his cock.
Showing little mercy, he pumped his length inside me, working me over with deep, long and slow strokes. The feeling equaled being skyrocketed by my pussy to the moon. The man blew my normal pleasure level out of the fucking water, multiplied by countless times, and he kept it there, in a constant cycle, torturing me.
He slipped his hand underneath my legs and lifted my hips from the mattress. I was a dead weight in his arms. With my ass in his hands, he shoved his cock between my tightening wet walls.
The mind-blowing friction inside my pussy pervaded my body. My wet pussy and his movements made our lower halves sing in a noisy symphony together.
His hand found my throat, and the other clasped my nape as he licked a trail of perspiration from my neck and sucked my chin.
I dug my nails into his back, smoothly dry despite his exertion, and he didn’t flinch. Wearing a crooked grin, he continued to perform deadly actions on my body.
I clung to him, burying my face in his rock hard chest. The expensive scent filled my nostrils.
My brain turned into fuzz as an earth-moving explosion hit me. Black and white blotches filled my vision. The deeper Calind slammed into me, the more I felt him inside my head, killing the fuck out me emotionally and physically, and reviving me again. A connection formed, and I sensed his climax pending on the edge of another of my own.
I lost my grip on his body and slid backward. The angles in the bed made sure it didn’t matter. Calind had a firm hold on my ass, a perfect angle for his inhuman drilling.
He flipped me over with ease like a rag-doll and adjusted my hips in the air with his forearm planted between my waist and the bed. His other hand grabbed a hold of my ass cheek and gave it a hard and skin-stinging slap before entering me again.
Thrusting inside of me as though I’d die tomorrow, he triggered the sensations in my body to the ‘on’ position, and it never turned off.
I’d never been left so full of sweat, ravaged, exhausted and wanting more. It was hours upon hours of pure fucking bliss.
Just as I thought I was near to falling into a comatose state, the top of his head sank between my shoulder blades, and my pussy became a little wetter.
I burst into tears, conquered and overflowing with gratification.
Everything faded to black.
I came to slowly, blinking my foggy eyes and forgetting where I was until I realized there was a body underneath me.
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t still inside of me—he might as well have been. I felt him on every patch of my skin and he flooded my internal senses, leaving me with a warm, peaceful feeling.
Scenes from last night came to mind. I’d had a molly once, but this wasn’t the result of Calind slipping one in my drink. He was the molly, and what he made me feel last night was pure insanity.
I touched his face, searching for proof of reality. Besides his better than good looks, it was a human looking back at me, yet something had changed between us. Something big.
Weak and exhausted, I fell into melancholy as I remembered what Calind tried to get me to forget. My deadline was looming. I should’ve felt more symptoms than I did, however. Whatever Calind gave me in the syringe stopped them, but it didn’t cure me.
I could try to pretend it didn’t matter, but Calind had burrowed deep inside of me, and it made me believe deeper feelings were developing.
He stared back at me and grinned, eliciting schoolgirl crush bellyaches and a fire underneath my skin. I had no name for what he made me feel, other than to label it with the one word I’d never made an acquaintance of. It made little sense to have any deep emotion for Calind, and there couldn’t have been a worse time for it to surface.
I placed my palms on his chest, wondering why he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat during the session that endured until I lost all track of time and sense.
My voice was almost gone and my throat was sore. He had to have been inside me for hours. I didn’t sweat as much in the forty-five-minute kickboxing classes I religiously attended, prior to my sickness affecting my daily life.
His hand reached up to clasp my face.
I sank into it, growing addicted to his touch. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
His thumb brushed against my generous mouth. I parted my lips, kissing the digit. He closed his eyes for a moment and pulled me to rest on his chest. “Sleep, sweetheart.”