Secret Mate: Night Circus Series

Never Ending Love 8

Thana

Caradoch's mouth came crashing down on to mine, silencing me, taking my breath away. Groaning, he pressed me down onto the lumpy mattress. There was a sudden flashback of that day many life times ago on the beach and then his tongue thrust itself between my lips. Unlike that day, there was nothing gentle or loving about Caradoch's kiss.

I tried to move my face away, only to have it caught up between his big hands. He held me steady. His lips were bruising against mine; his tongue explored with reckless abandon.

And I could feel him pressed against my hip. Hard and long.

It should have been terrifying. And in a way it was, but there was an unmistakable heat between us as well. The kind of heat that came from centuries of history. History that I didn’t remember, but that I felt.

Good lord, I felt it.

And he did too. The lips that were pressed to mine turned softer, no longer devouring me down whole, but feasting. Sipping and savouring. And I knew why.

I was kissing him back. My body curved up into his chest. My tongue met every swipe of his.

Caradoch groaned but didn’t pull away. He just kept kissing me, my face caught up between his hands. It was me that dragged my hands down his back. Me, who tangled my fingers into his hair so I could deepen the kiss some more.

Me, who moaned into his mouth.

Tearing his mouth free, he sat up and did the one thing that made women around the world go crazy. He pulled his t-shirt up and over his head with one hand. One fluid action and he was half naked. My eyes fell on the white perfection of his chest.

Reaching up, I let my hands slide upwards. And he stopped me before I could reach his heart.

“No, Thana.” Falling back on top of me, he trapped my hand above my head. “No, to speaking to your sister, no to—”

“Do you even have a heartbeat anymore, Caradoch?” I couldn’t help the wobble in my voice.

“My heart has always beat just for you. Do you remember how you felt on the beach that day? How nervous you were that I would slip inside you? But you trusted me anyway. Trust me now. When the time is right, you can speak to your sister. When the danger is over.”

“You promise?” I didn’t know whether I should believe him or not, but I didn’t really have much choice. And a part of me wanted to believe him. I just didn’t know why. Why did I feel like I needed him, even when I hated him?

“Yes.” Caradoch settled himself more firmly on top of me, almost crushing me underneath him. His skin was cool, but not as cold as I expected, and I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my hands along the hard ridges of the muscles I had seen when he had taken his shirt off. I couldn’t, of course, because my hands were trapped on either side of my head.

“When this is all over, you will have your sister back in your life. Your sister and anyone else you want. As long as you promise…” His voice turned into a croak as my body moved under his.

I didn’t even know I was doing it. My body moved without my conscious intent, rubbing against the long, hard line of his body. It was suddenly like a need inside of me. I needed him like I needed to breathe or eat.

And I was powerless to do anything but need him.

Caradoch's fingers loosened around my wrists, sliding down my arms to push my nightdress from my shoulders. Moving his mouth from mine, his lips slid across the skin of my shoulders and towards my throat.

“Trust me, Thana.”

The prison room around me melted away. I was back on the beach, with the cloud rolling above us and his body pressing so deliciously into mine.

Only this time I wasn’t the young, inexperienced maiden who was frightened he would take it too far. I was a woman, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

Him.

Moaning, I moved my head to the side so he could nuzzle into the side of my throat. His tongue and lips worked over my skin until it felt like I was getting a fever. I was so hot.

Arching my back, I thrust my breasts up and Caradoch's hands were there to meet them. Cupping them hard, he squeezed and just like that, I was lost.

As lost as I had been all those lifetimes ago.

“Up.”

The bark in Caradoch's voice took me by surprise, but he wasn’t angry at me. The gruff tone was need, not anger.

He helped pull me up so I was half sitting and at first I didn’t know why. But I didn’t have long to wait. The nightdress was pulled up and over my head in the blink of an eye and then thrown away to land forgotten somewhere in the room.

Caradoch’s golden eyes took me all in, sweeping across my body and memorising every inch, and then he crashed back into me.

Pushing me back into the mattress, his mouth plundered mine. His hands moved down my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my n*****s. Making me ache with a need that was all-consuming.

I writhed under him, parting my legs so I was spread wide for him.

I'd had lovers before. Not many, but I wasn’t a virgin. And I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him.

It didn’t matter that I was his prisoner. Or that he had killed me in a previous life. All that mattered to me was that I filled the chasm inside of me. It was a Caradoch shaped hole, one that I didn’t even know I’d had before, but now I couldn’t ignore it.

I needed him.

Grabbing his wrist, I pushed his hand down.

I needed to be filled with him. In a way, I hadn’t let him before.

Tearing his mouth away from mine, Caradoch stared down into my eyes. “Thana?” He whispered my name like a prayer.

Moulding his hand over my mound, I shivered when his fingers brushed against my wet p***y. For a second, his golden eyes seemed to shine with an unnatural light.

“I have waited for this moment for three centuries, Thana.”

Two of Caradoch's fingers breached my body with ease. I whimpered at the sudden intrusion, but not from pain. It was pure pleasure that made me make the noises j was.

Above me, Caradoch's eyes never left my face. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, searching for any sign of pain.

Mutely, I shook my head and once I started, I couldn’t stop. My release was building, forcing me to thrash my head back and forth like a crazy woman.

“c*m for me. Just let go; let me feel you c*m for me. I’ve waited so long to hear it. To feel you.”

I had been waiting as well. I just hadn’t known what I was waiting for.

Laughter bubbled up around me and, for a second, I was confused. I wasn’t laughing. Moaning loudly, yes, but not laughing.

Someone else was in the room.

A woman.

And she was laughing hysterically.

Caradoch froze.