The Dawn of Wynter Ch. 04

He was brought up short however by the sight of Zara's dress slipping down her smooth skin like silk and leaving her standing in a translucent lacy emerald green bra and matching panties which covered a bare mound. She screamed in surprise at the intrusion. They both stood there in shock, he at the vision in front of him, her at the unexpected disturbance. The seconds passed before Zara's mind finally began whirring into motion again.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she yelled, trying to pull her dress back over herself, but it had become a tangled mess at her feet, and she finally gave up.

He just stood there, not quite registering that she had spoken. God damn she was a sight to behold. The green of the lace played so damn well against her golden skin tone, and those eyes. Her breasts were perfectly cupped by the thin material and those panties left so little to the imagination, Philippe wondered why she had even bothered with them. The sight of her standing there with nothing on but killer stilettos and lace had him hard in an instant.

"You're not hitting me...I'm surprised. Last month you broke my fingers for entering your room," he chuckled, gaining back some sense.

"You've already seen me naked Philippe, this is practically overdressed to you right now," she replied rolling her eyes.

He laughed heartily, "Yes, I suppose it doesn't matter does it? One does appreciate the view though."

"Even after all this time, you have a one track mind Philippe," she replied exasperated, her hands on her hips.

"It's hard not to working so close with you, belle."

"I meant what I said earlier Philippe. Was there something you needed, or did you come here to be your usual pleasant self just for the fun of it?"

"I came to speak to you," he said simply.

Zara just stood there staring at him, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. The look in his eyes was causing her heart to skip a few beats. From the moment he entered the room she watched as determination went to shock to complete and utter appreciation and lust. The slight bulge forming in his pants told her exactly what he was thinking. Suddenly he was grinning and walking towards her so slowly as if she were a scared animal that may run at the slightest movement.

"Speak...to me?" she asked a little uneasily, walking backwards as he stalked towards her. Zara had seen the look of desire in his eyes before, but never like this. Somehow she knew tonight he wouldn't be deterred so easily.

"Yes, I wanted to clear up the air after our last conversation. That and to show you something."

He was getting closer and closer to her as he spoke. His eyes glued on hers, she unable to look away. He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across her skin; everywhere they landed she felt her skin tingle as though he had planted the lightest of kisses on her body. By the time his gaze lifted back up to her face, her whole body was tingling, merely from the look of pure longing he was giving her.

"Show me what?" she whispered, her back hitting the floor to ceiling glass patio door with a thud. He closed in on her, his arms resting on either side of her against the glass, trapping her in place. His face was mere inches away, and although he wasn't touching her, she felt the force of his power and desire wash over her in waves. The smell of drink was mixed in with his delicious scent of spice, it was so profoundly intoxicating, so male, and so Philippe. It was a scent Zara had grown to know so well.

"Me," he stated simply, and before she could say anything his mouth descended on hers. Zara protested, trying to lean her head back to get away from his delicious lips, and the divine taste of him. He had left no room for her to move however, his body completely enclosing hers, and she had no choice but to let him have his way. So drained was she, even her powers couldn't save her now. She was pressed up hard against the coolness of the glass, which was a relief to the fire that burned inside of her at his touch.

He hadn't intended on doing any of this, but seeing her standing there drove all sane thought from his mind. Without thinking, he had his body up against hers in a flash, all his hard lines pushing into her soft curves as he pressed his lips to hers gently at first, almost teasing. When she pressed her palms against his chest to protest, he deepened the kiss, knowing she couldn't get away. Philippe wasn't below using his powers to get what he wanted; even now that he had her in such a perfect position. He let his full force of his power flow, releasing it from his body in waves, drowning her with the weight of it dominating the room as his kiss became more desperate, causing an involuntary moan to escape from her throat.

It was as if an explosion occurred, as if all he needed was to hear her desire and his mouth became even more eager, nipping at her lips and tongue. He couldn't get enough of her taste as his tongue licked her bottom lip before finding its way deeper into her mouth. He had to be some sort of sorcerer, because there was no way she could resist this, the slow but deep stroke of his tongue, the heat and friction of their bodies pressed so close together. Her palms curled into his dress shirt, as she held on for dear life.

His hands found their way to her hips, roughly pulling her closer so she could feel the length of him pressed against her thigh, hard and in desperate need of release. His hand travelled up her waist, leaving a trail of fire behind and his fingers brushed the side of her full breast, causing her to gasp slightly, before it snaked behind her neck pulling her even deeper, his fingers tangled in her hair. All the while his other hand was splayed across her beautiful round ass, squeezing her as he tried to ensure there wasn't any part of her body that wasn't touching him.

He released her lips from his endless torture and made his way down her jaw planting small tender kisses as he went. His fingertips were now trailing along her jaw and the length of her neck, down in between the valley of her breasts. She groaned out in pleasure as his lips fell on the hollow of her neck, his tongue snaking out to taste her skin, causing shivers to run down her body and settle deep in her core.

A large hand cupped her breast fervently causing the fabric of her lacy bra to irritate her already rock hard nipples so that all she wanted to do was strip off the little pieces of cloth and just offer herself to him completely. His lips moved to the top of her breasts, licking and nipping the skin everywhere but the place that mattered, sending her body into complete frenzy. She never realized how erotic the areas he touched could be and it left her squirming for more.

She felt him smile, his breath hot on her skin as he moved back up her body, leaving her sensitive nipples untouched by his mouth and eager for some serious attention. His mouth ran up the length of her neck again, licking and sucking as he landed on the hollow behind her ear before he took her ear lobe and pulled it into his mouth with a little nip, causing her to growl. She felt the rumble of his deep throaty laugh; he was clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her, at seeing her in need, knowing he was the cause of it.

Zara was breathless, her mind in a fog and at a loss of what to do other than stand there and let him work his magic on her body. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her and it just felt too damn good, too right to stop, so with another low moan she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself off the glass wall, wrapping her legs around his waist. She heard him growl in approval as his hands cupped her luscious ass. Zara was never one to be submissive, so she took control of the kiss, nipping his deliciously full lips, before sucking one into her mouth. He pulled back in surprise, gazing down at her, seeing a fire glow in her eyes, one he knew was mirrored in his own.

She looked so god damned sexy, he thought. Her hair was slightly tousled and her lips were red and swollen, her eyes a little wild as they glowed with more desire than he had ever seen reciprocated from her. Her chest was rising and falling, her breathing a little labored from their make out session.

"I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you right now, in this very moment, Zara. You have bewitched my body, my mind, my soul. My entire being. I need to be buried inside you forever, hear you scream my name over and over again from those beautiful lips as I come inside you. I need to make you mine," he growled.

Before he could let her respond his mouth descended on hers once more, devouring her lips as he turned them around towards her bed. Without any warning he threw her on the plush mattress and with a large huff she bounced slightly, causing her to laugh at his obvious desperation to have her. Her laugh was cut short when he jumped on the bed to join her, landing right on top of her, one muscled thigh in between her legs. There was something about her being so bare and him still dressed in his suit that made the whole situation even more appealing.

He held up his own weight as he moved over her, intending to kiss every part of her body, but with the temporary distance between them, he saw doubt creep into her eyes, worry crossing her face as she bit her bottom lip. God even that innocent little action made her look sexy, and it was all he could do to keep himself from ravaging her body right then and there, taking her to the highest peaks of pleasure and back over and over again. But for some reason, which he didn't care to dwell on at present, he couldn't, not until he eased that worried look from her face.

"Philippe, I don't think-"

"Don't. Don't say it ma chérie. We both want this, so why stop it from happening? Let us...enjoy ourselves, hmmm?"

His hands had been running along her bare skin while he was speaking, making it extremely hard to focus on what he was saying. She had been rationalizing this, or at least trying to but hadn't quite been able to come up with any conclusion. His lips and touch hadn't allowed her to come to any definitive decisions from the moment he walked through the door. Either she let this happen and that would be that, he would leave and they would both finally be satiated, or they stopped right now. But what was it he had said? He wanted to make her his? That wasn't the talk of someone who wanted a onetime thing.

She shook her head; it was just his stupid male ego, marking his territory or something. She brushed it off. Damn it, he was just too damn delicious to send away right now, and that kiss had left her with a fire that needed putting out and immediately or she thought she would spontaneously combust. He was leaving soon anyways, she thought, once couldn't hurt them. That's all this was, a good and serious fucking. Right? She looked up at him, his blue eyes burning with gold, his long silky black hair had come loose and it fell around his beautiful face. As he looked down at her, she saw some of the softness return to his eyes. In that moment, she finally made a decision.

"Damn you Philippe, for being such a good kisser," she growled, a wicked smile crossing her face as she pulled the collar of his shirt into her fists and tugged him on top of her for another hot kiss.

"I want to kiss every part of your body," he murmured against her lips, "I want to leave no place untouched, chérie."

With that he pulled away from her grasp, steadied himself on his knees as he removed his blazer and tossing it into a pile on the floor to join her dress. As he began to undo the button of his collar on his dress shirt, Zara's hands stopped him and she ripped it from his body with one quick motion, buttons flying everywhere with little pops of protest. He let out a deep and low chuckle at her impatience. God the woman would be the end of him.

"That was Armani you know," he said with admonishment, but there was a teasing twinkle in his eye.

"I'll buy you a new one," she said breathlessly as she took in his perfect body. She couldn't resist the urge to run her hands along the hard planes of his chest and abs. He sucked in a breath at her touch, causing his cock to jerk slightly. Before he knew what was happening, Zara leaned in and her tongue flicked out to lick his nipple and pull it into her mouth. He groaned as the pleasure went straight to his cock, the engorged member straining to be free of its confines.

Zara was moving lower, planting small kisses along his abs, flicking her tongue here and there her hands running across his skin. Her ministrations were driving him mad. Never before had a woman affected him this way. He gazed down at her, their eyes locked on each other as her hands undid his belt, he heard the whiz of his zipper being undone and suddenly her hand had delved into his boxers and her slender fingers were wrapped around the shaft of his cock. She stroked him slowly, fascinated at how perfect he felt in her hands, her thumb rubbing against the tip.

"Zara", he groaned, forcing himself to step away before he embarrassed himself. Her touch was more than he could handle, especially after a month of her teasing, he would burst right this moment.

He pulled his pants off as he watched her sitting on the bed with a pout on her face at being denied. Her expression immediately changed to one of awe as he finally stood naked before her. Zara's eyes ran over the full length of his body. She had never seen a man look so damn scrumptious. His broad shoulders were tense with need, the veins in his muscled arms pulsing. His chest was all hard muscle with a sprinkle of dark hair across it; he had obviously worked laboriously before he was turned to have such a fine build.

Her gaze followed a light trail of hair down between his long muscled legs to where his cock stood large and proud, the veins strained against the silky skin as a drop of pre cum glistened at his tip. The expression 'hung like a horse' came to mind, and she thought of Raine and how much she would have appreciated this sight. He was long and thick, and she almost worried that he was too big. As he came back to the bed, he held her gaze for a moment, promising sweet pleasures to come.

"As I said, I mean to make love to every part of you tonight, to leave no part of your body untouched by my lips and hands."

"And I? Am I not allowed to do the same?" her eyes burned dark with a desire to touch him, to take him in her mouth right there, until he came and she could taste his essence.

"Perhaps," he whispered, the thought of her lips wrapped around him too much to bear, "but me first," he grinned wickedly as he leaned on the bed once more covering her body.

"I think you are too over dressed," he said in a matter of fact tone, and with a quick movement he had ripped the thin material of her bra and panties off her body tossing them aside to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

"There," he said satisfied, "I much prefer you like this."

"Hey! I really liked those," she protested before his lips came crushing down on hers.

"I'll buy you new ones," he murmured against her lips, once more causing her body to tingle with anticipation as his tongue delved deep to taste her, her arms wrapping around his neck, the undergarments all but forgotten.

His mouth licked its way down her neck as his hands trailed along the side of her breast, his thigh resting between her legs once more. He kissed the valley between her breasts, licking the underside of one, biting on it tenderly. He moved to the other and did the same, his fingers swirling around her areola, but once again not touching her hard sensitive nipples. She arched her back as he bit her a little harder, moaning for more. He could smell her arousal in the air, feel it on his thigh as she ground her mound against him.

"Philippe, please," she begged, needing him to touch her, to bring her closer to release. His teasing was driving her mad.

"Please what?" he asked with a languid grin. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself.

Her head shot off from where it rested on the pillow, "Please just suck on my nipples already before I kick your ass out of here for torturing me!" she growled, her eyes flaring brighter in her anger.

He chuckled, his breath tickling her skin, "You want this too much to kick me out," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against her skin, teasing her even more.

"Try me-eeEE," she moaned as he took one sensitive bud into his mouth suddenly and pulled it hard before grazing it with his teeth. His tongue ran over it to soothe it instantly, while he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it a little roughly. Zara thought she might come right then and there, his mouth and fingers was working her into the most torturous pleasure. Her fingers slid through his soft hair, curling into it every time he sucked, bit and licked until she had become too sensitive, and every touch sent a shock straight to her core. He moved from one breast to the other, giving it the same attention. When he finally decided her breasts had received enough consideration, she was panting and her pussy was throbbing with need.

"Still willing to kick me out, chérie?"

"Absolutely," she breathed as he began moving lower against her body, licking his way down her stomach to her navel, stopping there for some time, before he moved to her hips, all the while kissing her tender, soft skin, his hands following the trail his lips left behind. He sat back on his heels and pushed her long legs apart pausing to stare at her. It was the first time he could truly appreciate her body. She was perfect, laid out bare for him to see. His eyes ran from her feet, still clad in the stilettos, up her toned legs, to the wet juncture between her thighs, waiting for him to fill her to the hilt.

He drank in the sight of her taught stomach, which was clenched with anticipation at the moment, leading up to those beautiful and round tits with hard rosy nipples and finally he stopped to gaze at her face. He wanted to remember this image forever, to have it burned in his mind. The wide-eyed looked she wore, her lips swollen and slightly parted, her chest rising and falling, her legs spread open showcasing her pussy wet with expectation. She was his, this beautiful creature splayed out before him was his for the taking and he was going to do just that, take her, and never give her back.

"You're absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, as he took one leg and rested her foot at his shoulder, "These you can keep on," he said with a playful grin, referring to her Louboutins.

She pressed her heel into his shoulder in response, wanting to cause him a little pain at teasing her so badly, "They've been lying in a closet for years, this is the most use they'll get," she replied teasingly.

"They will be taken on the ride of their life tonight, that I promise," he chuckled, his hand running up and down her smooth shin.

He kissed the inside of her ankle, sliding his tongue from there to her calf where he paused for a tender bite, causing her to tense a bit. How could he find so many erogenous zones on her body she wondered as he continued to slide his lips up her calf, his fingers moving in feathery touches behind her knee, all the while his eyes never left hers. As he reached her thigh he bit her once more, harder than he intended, drawing a single drop of blood which he licked eagerly, savouring the taste of her. His nostrils flared as he scented a new wave of her arousal wet her lips. But he was going to stay true to his promise, and there was one area where her thigh and pelvis connected that he had not savoured yet. He moved higher still and his tongue licked at the thin skin causing her muscles to tense again.