Taboo

Keywords: 12, for, Love, Target, Ch.,

Grant stayed clear of the bedroom for most of the night. He had slept fretfully on the couch, dreams of the pain he had given her running through his mind. Dawn was approaching soon and he was wide-awake, determined not to close his eyes.

Damn it all, why did her tears have to affect him? Most of all, why did he run? He was never a man to run away from anything, yet when he met Alexa, he ran at her command. However, this was where he would draw the line. Sure, there was conflict between them, but there was also passion. He would have to be an idiot not to notice how much she wanted him.

He felt guilty enough, but he couldn't leave her so disoriented about making love to a man. Most of all, he didn't want her to be afraid of her sexuality around him. He had to make it up to her.

Grant rose from the couch and snuck into the room to be near her. After he had left her, Alexa's tender crying had echoed down the hall and reverberated in the living room and in his mind. She didn't cry long, her sobs becoming silent a few minutes after they had started. Only then did nightmares come and a pained Alexa throbbed in his head.

Seeing her now, Alexa was sleeping soundly on her back, the tracks of her tears already dried up. The desire for her returned to him, hot lust flowing through his veins. Grant silently slid out of his pants before taking residence beside her in bed. Alexa shifted slightly; sleep nudging a few incoherent words from her lips.

Grant turned onto his side, his observant eyes slowly tracing the lines of her face, the plumpness of her mouth, the long sweep of dark lashes shading her cheeks. He was also mesmerized by that bedamned stubbornness of her chin and her upturned, dainty nose. Alexa was the most beautiful creature that he had ever beheld.

His arm enveloped her waist, pulling her to fit snuggly into the comfort of his body. He wanted direct contact with her and what she had to offer. He released her waist so that his hand could delve into her slightly opened shirt.

His fingertips grazed the dark silk of her skin, his thumb circling her belly button. Grant perceived a small moan but her eyes remained shut. He wanted her alert when he made love to her, but he didn't want to alarm her into it.

He leaned over, his lips tracing the valley between her breasts, following the same path he had tread earlier that night. His tongue dove into her belly button and he smiled at hearing her purr in delight. Grant glanced up to see her cat-eyes watching him, thrilled to see no revulsion within them or rejection. Without speaking, he knew she was ready.

Grant moved his body over hers, taking note of the way she felt somewhat paralyzed. However, his burning kisses eased her out of her uncomfortable state. She twisted as he kissed the sensitive skin above her private sanctuary, and without hesitation, Alexa opened her legs to admit him. Grant instantly accepted her invitation, moving his head down into place.

He wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her still since she was squirming across the dark sheets, whimpering beyond control. His mouth dove and captured her, his tongue flicking across the budding sex that bloomed at his ministrations.

The taste of her was divine, an ambrosia that the gods would kill to sample. It was a bittersweet flavor that was like a wine that went straight to his head like a rush of blood. He couldn't get enough of her. Savoring her and hearing the music her moans played for his ears made every vein in his body throb in want.

Grant caught the rattle of chains and glanced up. Alexa was fighting the handcuffs, wanting to be free. Before now, Grant would have discouraged the idea of even releasing her, but now he witnessed the slumberous slant of her sensual eyes, the gold, brown, and green color of them melding together in an unusual blend. They read of trust and desire and he already knew that he had her unconditional surrender. Grant reached over to his side of the bed, digging in the nightstand drawer as he withdrew a set of handcuffs keys. Staring deep into her eyes as he hovered over her, he released her wrists from their bonds before tossing the cuffs and their keys from the bed, discarded and forgotten.

He eased upright upon his knees, persuading Alexa to sit up as well. Seductively, Grant slipped the silky shirt off her shoulders. He felt her shiver, her eyes darkening as they peeked at him through thick eyelashes. He threw the shirt away then eased her onto her back. Taking her hands into his, he tenderly kissed her wrists where the cuffs left their indentions, his tongue soothing and seducing at the same time.

Grant stole her lips in a dire kiss, his restraint of being an attentive lover fleeting with each provocative stroke of her lovely tongue. Everything about her was delicious and he wanted to devour her until there was nothing left. She was smooth and soft as silk, her mocha-toned body dark and beautiful beneath his exploring hands as they traversed to her beckoning breasts.

He cupped each bountiful mound, his thumbs caressing the burning hot points of her nipples reaching out to touch him in return. Alexa released panting cries into his mouth, her back arching into his hands. His thumbs rasped across the aching buds harder. Her reactions were wild, her growls of passion escaping from the prison of his mouth as she broke the kiss.

Grant leaned down, his lips skimming the curve of her velvety cheek. "Does that feel good, baby?" he whispered in a husky low. Alexa didn't answer him directly, but the strong moan that he received was damn satisfying all the same.

He kissed down her neck, temporarily absorbing himself with a beautiful shoulder before he abruptly seized a straining nipple between his lips, drawing upon it gently.

"Grant!" Alexa exclaimed in surprised as she grabbed onto his hair. He had already taken out the band that had fastened his dark, sinuous locks, allowing them now to flow free. Grant trembled at the way her fingers flexed in his thick mane, twisting the tendrils maddeningly in her heightening fervor.

He alternated between each beautiful mound of dark flesh, lapping and suckling at the straining silk of her breasts. Alexa writhed and bowed her back in surrender, his seduction clearly something more than she could bear. Grant's swollen lips came back to hers in a surging kiss that had them both moaning.

She was so hot, more responsive than in his dreams. Grant reveled in the way her soft flesh compressed against his, their bodies and limbs entwining. He loved how her breasts were pressed against his chest, how her body and scent drew him in, provoking the devil out of him. He couldn't resist the primitive call of nature any longer. He just had to get inside her now.

His throbbing erection neared the portal of her being, her dampen walls giving him an easy entry. Alexa stilled at his admission, her breath catching in her throat. Grant's own breathing was audible, his lungs blowing like bellows to soothe the ache she was provoking throughout his body.

Even though her hymen was broken, her body was still virginal. He owed her that climax and he wouldn't stop until she gave into the satisfaction of his drive.

Grant stared down at her. Alexa's eyes were full and capacious, scrutinizing him. She was waiting on him, though he wanted to give her time to recuperate. However, Grant's patience of keeping still wore thin until he submitted to his desire.

Confidently planted between her thighs, he began to move inside her, crawling farther into her slick core. But he wanted so much more, wanted to explore deeper. "Put your legs around my waist and lock 'em there," he commanded, not once stopping the rocking of his lean hips. "Keep me deep within you, baby. That's it."

Grant continued to glide into her, each smooth thrust sailing him further into her. Her arms circled him as her hands roamed freely over his back. Grant's arms were around her, their bodies so close that Alexa was almost a part of him. Her delightfully hard nipples scraped against his chest and her skin began to burn as a sheen of perspiration formed.

Grant pushed faster, deeper. His heart rate took off gradually to match his pace, which was spurred by the affects of observing and feeling Alexa come apart. Her beautiful hazel eyes were tightly closed. Her proud chin nudged forward while her head went backward as she gracefully arched her back. Her nails faintly strummed his back, playing him like a guitar. Grant was only so far from singing out at her command.

Unable to resist those brown peaks scalding him, Grant stooped down to take a nipple into his sizzling mouth again. Alexa's growl of fierce pleasure was priceless and she once again called his name. Hearing it from her lips nearly made his manly essence flood before he could get her to scream.

Eyes of deep indigo peeked up from her two glorious mountains to view the face that owned them. Her swollen lips were parted, her tongue running across them to keep them damp. Then Grant reached up to kiss her passionately, the sight of that precious pink tongue doing him in. Her sugary cavity was way too scorching like the rest of her, and that little tongue of hers was beating the hell out of him during their "sword" play.

Her features changed dramatically and he monitored all the emotions that came into play for microseconds. He understood exactly what they were. "Let go," he whispered provocatively against her ear. "Lemme hear you come for me, baby."

With a sexual bite on her neck, Alexa's cries of release competed with the wolves in the woods miles away. Her nails scored his back, triggering Grant into his own climax with equal enormity. He groaned, feeling his heated seed embedded deep inside her. Inside his lil' darlin'.

The possessiveness of his thoughts floored him in the repercussions of their aftermath. Not many things of this world belonged to him, let alone a woman. Albeit, as he pulled Alexa as close as his skin would allow, Grant understood what he had just done.

Keywords: 12, for, Love, Target, Ch.,