Soul Deep

The hotel room was dim, the fading light of day barely penetrating the thick curtains as Amanda preceded Kiowa into the room. The bed looked huge. She couldn’t look anywhere else as a sudden case of nerves began to flutter in the pit of her stomach.

What if she had been wrong? What if it was the mating heat alone that had drawn them together, made the sex so desperate and filled with pleasure?

She stood silently in the center of the room, fighting to calm the sudden fear that rose inside her. When she awoke to learn he had left, rage and grief had swelled within her in a wave that had nearly destroyed her. Surely, that was love?

“Take your clothes off.”

She shivered at his hard voice, so dark and wicked, so husky it seemed to vibrate from the very depths of his chest. It was rough and guttural and she couldn’t halt the little shudder of pleasure that raced over her body.

She licked her lips and glanced up at him as he moved around her, walking slowly to the bed and sitting down.

“I’m sure you were a very naughty girl while I was away,” he said reprovingly. “You know I’ll have to punish you.”

Oh God. It was her hottest fantasy come to life. The dimness of the room made him seem darker, stronger somehow, as though that were possible.

“What if I promise to be good now?” She played into her own sexual fantasy, her pussy weeping at the thrill that shot through her.

He chuckled at that. “I’m sure you will be. After tonight. Now take off your clothes. You don’t want me to have to cut them off.”

She barely restrained her moan. Oh yes she did.

“Start with the shoes. Take everything off very slowly.”

She could barely breathe; her knees were shaking, her hands trembling with excitement. She kicked her shoes off. That part was easy. Her hands lifted to the buttons of her blouse, and there her battle began. She could feel her swollen breasts, the tight hot nipples that peaked them, rubbing against the lace of her bra and she wanted to cry out just at that small pleasure. She struggled with the tiny buttons, her fingers slipping, becoming uncooperative as he continued to watch her with his hot black eyes. Her gaze flickered up, her breath catching as he rose to his feet.

“Are you trying to tease me?” he asked her, as wicked, wicked sensuality echoed in his voice.

“No.” She shook her head fiercely as he circled her. “I’m not.”

His hand cupped the curve of her butt.

“I think you are. I think you know how hard my cock is, how eager my tongue is to taste you and you’re teasing me.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Yeah, that was it.

“No. I promise. I’m trying to be good,” she whispered breathlessly. This was just too exciting. It was everything she had ever fantasized about and more. A second later a moan rippled from her throat as his hand landed firmly on the curve of her ass. The stinging little fire shot straight to her pussy and had it flooding with hot, rich cream.

“You’ll have to pay for this,” he whispered at her ear then. “Put your hands behind your back, Amanda.”

Oh God. Oh God.

She had seen the length of rope he had collected from the Jeep and stuck in his jeans pocket before they entered the hotel. She moved slowly, trembling in anticipation as she crossed her wrists at the small of her back.

“I’m going to enjoy this, Amanda,” he breathed at her ear. “Are you?”

She was going to come before he ever touched her at this rate. Amanda was panting by time he bound her wrists firmly behind her back, the rope holding her fast as she tugged at the knot.

“Now, how are we going to get these clothes off you?” he murmured as he brushed her hair back from her neck, his breath whispering across the wound he had made there the first time he had taken her. She shuddered again, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue licked over the wound, his hands smoothing up her stomach until he was cupping the heaving mounds of her breasts.

“Any suggestions?” he asked her, his thumb and forefinger gripping her nipples and tweaking them firmly.

She shook her head fiercely. She hoped he didn’t truly expect her to talk. She could barely breathe, let alone form actual words.

“Oh God!” Okay, she could talk.

The sound of fabric ripping tore through the room as he jerked the blouse free of the delicate buttons anchoring it. It hung on her then, barely clinging to the rapid rise and fall of her swollen breasts as his hands dragged it over her shoulders, his teeth scraping at the mating mark on her neck. She was going to come. Right then and there, standing in the middle of the room she was going to climax to nothing else but the excitement tearing through her. Then he walked away from her. She stared at his back as he disappeared into the bathroom, listened to the sound of running water, and seconds later watched as he sauntered back.

He was watching her with dark, lust-filled eyes, but there was no sign, no reason why, he had disappeared in such a way. Then it didn’t matter, because he was standing in front of her, his hands cupping her breasts, lifting them in the lace cups of her bra and breathing softly across her nipples before his teeth nipped at them.

“I’m going to make you scream for me,” he whispered as he rubbed his cheeks between the mounds. That sounded damned good to her.

“But first, I have to get you out of those clothes, don’t I?”

The scrape of steel through leather had her eyes opening wide as he pulled the hunting knife from the sheath at his side. The hilt glistened damply in the low light, the rounded tip drawing her gaze as a weak moan filtered from her lips.

The blade slid beneath the middle of her bra, cutting through the fabric with a soft hiss. The straps were given the same treatment, each severed thread revealing more until the scraps fell away from her body and Amanda was certain she was going to collapse into a puddle of weak desire at his feet.

“Very pretty,” he whispered, lifting his other hand and weighing a swollen mound within his palm. “Such hard, sweet little nipples. Do you want me to taste your nipples Amanda?”

“God yes.” She was panting, fighting for breath as she forced the words past her lips. Heat was moving through her body, searing her nerve endings and setting fire to every cell she possessed.

He bent closer, his tongue licking over one distended peak as she shuddered helplessly.

“Please… Please… Please…” She was begging, willing to cry, whatever it took to get what she needed.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered against her nipple a second before his tongue curled around it again, drawing it into his mouth where his teeth enclosed it firmly.

Her pussy convulsed, spilling her juices between her legs to soak the silk panties she wore beneath her jeans. She clenched her thighs, gasping at the pleasure tearing through her body. He chuckled then, withdrawing and stepping behind her. Within minutes he had cut every shred of clothing from her body. Kneeling behind her, he pulled the ruined pieces of cloth away from her, then kissed the cheek of her rear before scraping his teeth over it firmly.

“Kiowa,” she moaned roughly, her knees trembling as she fought to stay on her feet. He was running the hilt of that knife up and down her thigh, the cool leather rasping across her flesh as his tongue flickered over the narrow valley between the cheeks of her ass.

“Bad girls get punished,” he whispered as his tongue tautened and pressed between the cheeks he was tormenting, leaving a path of fire in its wake as the hilt of the knife slid higher on her thigh. “It’s time to begin your punishment, Amanda.”

Oh God yes. Finally. Finally.

The soft leather slid further along her thigh as his arm wrapped around her hips. Holding her in place.

“Spread your thighs.” He was breathing hard now, the heated whisper of his breath caressing her buttocks.

She shifted, spreading her legs wider, moaning as the handle slid through thick hot cream just a little higher. It rubbed against her swollen pussy lips, sent pleasure shooting into her clit. Then it was parting the soft folds, coming close and closer…

“Damn you!” she cursed roughly when it was abruptly removed.

“Did I say you could speak?” Harsh, guttural, his voice snapped out as his hand landed on her butt. The small, tingling slap had her pressing back against him, her hands twisting behind her desperately as more of her juices flowed from her pussy.

Then he was pressing the hilt against her again, sliding it through the narrow slit until it butted against the entrance to her vagina.

“Beg for it,” he ordered her harshly. “Beg me to fuck you, Amanda.”

“Fuck me,” she gasped, knowing that only the arm that had returned around her hips was holding her upright. “Please, Kiowa, please fuck me.”

It penetrated. The soft leather parted her flesh, slid in her slick juices and began to stretch her erotically. It was the most decadent thing she had ever heard of. She hadn’t read anything so decadent. The hilt of the knife parted her, sliding slowly, deeply inside her as a wail of pleasure shattered the silence of the room. Then it was sliding free, no matter how she pleaded, how she begged for more, it was removed as he stood slowly behind her.

“You aren’t allowed to come yet,” he whispered at her ear before moving in front of her. “Bad girls have

to wait to come, Amanda.”

“I’ll be good,” she cried desperately. “I promise, Kiowa. I’ll be so good.”

“Will you?” He removed his shirt quickly as he kicked his moccasins free. “Let’s see how good you can be.”

His pants were removed slowly, the thick, engorged length of his cock revealed as he tossed the material aside.

“On your knees, Amanda. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

She went to her knees, staring up at the wide head of his cock as it came toward her. Her mouth watered as hunger pierced the core of her womb, proving her arousal, her need for this man wasn’t just a product of mating heat but a product of the love she had held within her soul, waiting for the man who could tap not just her love, but her greatest desires as well. She opened her lips over the broad crest, moaning in desperate need as she felt the first pulse of the pre-come. Elizabeth had finally explained the lubricating hormone that pulsed from his cock. The fluid eased tight muscles, gave them a flexibility as they blocked pain and allowed the incredible pleasure of the final, climatic swelling of the male’s cock.

It only happened with mates. That was why Kiowa had been surprised when it happened that night in the Jeep. He hadn’t known it could happen, had no idea that nature had provided him such tools to please a woman.

And please her it did. He tasted of honey and spice, an aphrodisiac all its own as it filled her senses. She encased the head of his erection in her mouth, her tongue rippling against the sensitive underside as his fingers slid into her hair. She watched his taut abdomen flex, tighten as a growl vibrated from his throat.

Amanda moaned at the sound, her lips tightening around his surging cock as he began to thrust slow and easy between her lips. She licked and suckled hungrily at the thick flesh, feeling the ridged veins throb with the flow of blood as they passed over her tongue and sensitive lips.

“Fuck. That’s good.” His voice was a tormented groan. “Suck it deep, baby. That’s a good girl. You can be a good girl can’t you, baby?”

She moaned in reply, taking him deeper as he began to move more firmly in and out of her mouth, fucking her in short, hard strokes that made her pussy weep in hunger. She was moaning around his cock, sucking at it hungrily, her hands clenching into fists with her need to touch him. His hands were in her hair, his fingers clenching the thick strands as he tugged at them, creating an arousing, fiery friction that left her crying out with the sensation. God it was so good, too good. She was only a breath away from climax and she knew it.

“Damn your mouth is hot.” His words sent a spear of aching need straight to her womb. “And your tongue is so soft, so sweet on my dick. Suck it, baby. Just a little bit harder…”