Black Knight, White Queen by Jackie Ashenden Read Free Book Online Page B

it to stop.
    Trying to calm her breathing, quiet the pound of blood in her ears, Izzy strained to hear him. Figure out where he was. But he remained silent.
    Yes, she could see why he always won. He had a core of ice cold steel in him. A purpose. If he wanted to win, then he would and he wouldn’t let anything get in his way.
    Just like if he wanted to make her come only when he said, then he would.
    She didn’t know why the thought thrilled her so much. Perhaps because no one had made it their sole purpose to give her pleasure before. Oh, she’d had boyfriends in the past who’d counted it a failure if they hadn’t given her at least two orgasms every night.
    But that had all been about them and their prowess. Aleks did this for her pleasure alone.
    Electricity whispered over her skin, and she didn’t know how she knew but she became aware he was close. The sound of glass clinking. Liquid being poured.
    Izzy frowned beneath her blindfold. What the hell?
    Then the fingers were back, wet this time, tracing patterns on her skin. And following the patterns, licking the wetness from her body, his tongue.
    She lay back, let it happen. Let him touch her. Let him trace his fingers all over her. Let him lick her, taste her. Along her stomach, around her nipples, her bellybutton, the sensitive crook of her elbow, behind her knees. Her inner thighs and finally between.
    Izzy screamed when he put his mouth on her sex, when he spread her delicate, slick flesh and licked her. Nerve endings pushed to the limit, her eyes screwed shut beneath her blindfold, she screamed again when his tongue pushed deep inside her, a cry of ecstasy on the edge of pain.
    “Come, Izzy,” he murmured, his breath against her thigh.
    And she let go. The orgasm blinded her, white light against her closed lids, pleasure exploding like a sun going nova. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Could only lie there as the aftershocks echoed through her body in waves, feeling as if she’d been broken apart.
    And then the cotton of her blindfold was pulled up, more light flooding her dazed senses. Aleks knelt between her thighs, fully protected with a condom, his face taut with hunger. His eyes were like quicksilver as they stared down into hers, a hand sliding beneath her, lifting her up.
    She gasped as he pushed his way inside her, a deep, slow move that had her trembling with the intensity of it. She found herself hypnotised by the expression on his face, by the way he looked at her like he was searching for something.
    As the initial discomfort and sensitivity lessened, leaving a liquid, heavy kind of heat that had her wrapping her legs around his hips so he could go deeper, harder, Izzy watched him. Fascinated by his expression. By the tension in it. As if he was holding something back and not just desire. Something more than that. An emotion that burned like magnesium in the depths of his eyes. Grief. Or fear. Or anger. Or maybe a combination of all three.
    She twisted her hands like he’d showed her and as he’d promised, the scarves fell right off. Then she reached up to him, took his face between her palms. “Don’t hold back, Aleks. You have to let go.” Because for the moment she had. And the feeling of freedom was too good not to share.
    He paused, still inside her, shock clear on his face. And for a brief second the intimacy between them was too much even for her.
    Gently Izzy tugged his head down against her neck and closed her eyes. Shutting out his intense gaze. “Just take me,” she murmured, letting her hands stroke down his back. “Escape with me.”
    His long, powerful body shuddered. Then he turned his head into her neck and took her. Hard and fast, without any of his earlier control. Pounding himself into her as if he was trying to lose himself.
    Escape. She’d recognised it. She knew it.
    That’s what they both wanted. That’s why they were here.
    Izzy put her arms around him, closed her eyes and let the pleasure take