Cherry Blossom Girl Ch. 03

Sascha's toes curled into the carpet as she shoved his shirtsleeves down his arms. She felt like she was in the arms of an affectionate lion as Noah rubbed the side of his face against her hair. She sensed a tightly leashed power within him that thrilled her and scared her because of the temptation to push and push until he let go.

Her fingers skated over the ancient scroll inked along his side. All night, she'd delighted in the fact that she knew the body hidden beneath his elegant clothes. The voyeur in her relished it.

Sascha's second little secret? Her oral fixation. Holding an object in her mouth while her teeth examined its texture triggered the most hedonistic pleasure. And Noah's pierced nipple was the devil's work, calling her to lick, taste...and bite. She ran her tongue across her teeth to dull the need to devour before her lips touched the silver hoop with great care.

Once she'd bitten Alex hard enough to mark his skin. Not only had she been shocked at her own abandon, she'd been mortified at his response. She vowed right then that no man would ever look at her like she were a freak. But the way Noah arched into her mouth made her question her resolve. Was there a chance he'd be receptive? Adrenaline flooded her veins at the thought. The sound of his groan swept over her as she suckled him and ran her palm over his zipper.

"Ah, yes." At the sound of his voice, heat gathered and coiled into a tight ball sinking lower and lower within her core.

Her last bit of self-preservation kicked in as she felt him beneath her palm. So masculine. So strong. So alive. Did she really think she could take on a man like him?

Yes.

Whatever came before him didn't matter.

"Do it again."

"What—this?" she asked as she stroked him again. A dark spell took over. "Or this?" she demanded as her teeth raked his collarbone then traveled lower.

She heard him say something about a line before he claimed her mouth. Then her feet left the floor. She sunk into the rush, into the magic of being wanted by this man. He laid her down on the bed, his hands unsteady as they fumbled with her bra. She would've offered her help but she fared little better in her attempts to rid him of his trousers. Besides, he'd left her without a breath to speak when he snuck his fingers inside her panties and put his lips to her breast.

"So wet already."

Sensation glittered over her skin with every roll of his tongue across her nipple and each silken tug of his mouth. Her fingers threaded his hair, pressing him closer to her. It was too much. It wasn't enough. "Please. Need you," she whispered against his neck.

Suddenly they were rolling on the sheets, rolling in the déjà vu and excitement of the moment. Sounds of laughter and frustration got caught in their kisses as they wrestled with the last pieces of fabric between them. They barely parted as he reached for the night table. The sight of him kneeling between her legs made her wonder if she was really here, if she was really doing this. She swallowed when her eyes fell to his shaft. Beautiful might not be the word to describe this part of him, but she felt compelled to look. The more she stared, the more she had to because she'd done that to him. He was pagan and wild and unlike anything she'd known. And he made her believe she could be his equal.

He hooked his hands under her knees and dragged her down the sheet until his cock jutted above her mound. "Put me inside you." He hissed when her hands closed around his sheathed length. God, he was throbbing! Her eyes flew to his face, now tight with strain. "Do it," he rasped before she fit the head to her entrance.

His fingers strummed her clit, replacing the last slivers of doubt with a need to be filled so strong, feeling him inside her became as vital as air. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, caging her in. Just like in her midnight fantasies, his gaze held hers while he settled between her thighs.

"Kiss me," she whispered. And he did until every thought, every breath, was for this man in her arms. Little by little she felt his weight bear down on her; felt his warm skin rubbing over hers.

"Ready?"

Sascha bit her lip and nodded. She was diving headlong into a fate much darker than she'd ever known and she couldn't stop herself for the world.

"Wanted this for so long." Me too.

Her nails dug into his biceps when the first blunt probing came.

"Relax," Noah rumbled in her ear as he rocked over her. "I'll go slow." But he didn't sound convinced. She shifted, trying to ease the discomfort. His breath hitched in. "Don't. Do. That." Agony laced his words as he gripped her hips, stilling her.

"I'm sorry." Her hands fell to the mattress as he withdrew from her. She should've known better than to think she'd suddenly morph into a skilled seductress.

"Don't be." He gave her a quick kiss, his smile rueful as the tip of his nose brushed hers. "It just feels too good when you do that."

He shouldn't have admitted it. Not when he made those sexy noises. Not when withholding pleasure went against her nature.

"Sascha, no!" he growled as she writhed beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as if trying to clear his mind of a haze.

"Yes, yes!" She fisted the sheets and bucked repeatedly, shivering as his cock slid over her slick folds and his chest brushed her nipples. This was heaven.

"You'll make me...come." The very thought melted her. She arched up for more of the delicious contact and the promise of pleasure around the corner but his hand tightened on her hip. "I want to make this good for—"

"It is!"

Then his fingers were at her entrance; touching her, guiding himself into place. She looked down her body, her eyes transfixed as she watched, knowing what was to come. Her skin was the only thing keeping her in one piece.

"Look at me." Her heart thundered as she obeyed. He brought her hands above her head and laid his palms over hers. His green gaze came at her full force as he pushed into her. She'd never known this kind of ferocity in a man.

The relentless pressure of their joining turned into a sudden, sharp sting. She jerked and went crashing through the barrier between past and present. Ugly memories sprang up, gaining momentum, threatening to break over her in a million little splinters. And then they were upon her, fast, cutting and brutal. Her senses collided at once.

Can't breathe.

Her arms tensed, seeking freedom.

Trapped.

Can't breathe.

Noah frowned. He should be fully sheathed within her by now yet she felt resistant. The need to get deeper inside her bordered on obsession—then it became one. She cried out and turned her head away when he thrust harder.

A virgin?

He went still. Suddenly her reaction that Saturday morning, the flickers of hesitation he'd mistaken for shyness all made sense.

He rolled away and swung his legs to the floor, needing something steady under his feet because he felt like he'd been dropped from a building. From the corner of his eye, he saw her clutch the sheet to her chest. There she sat in the middle of his bed with miles of white fabric around her, looking lost and uncertain. Again.

He should reach out and do something to put her at ease but he couldn't unclench his fists. The only words that came to him were the very ones he wasn't sure he wanted answered. "Who hurt you?"