Carved in Stone: Monochrome Destiny Page 17

  She tasted of ripe summer fruits, her flavour intoxicating. He lapped at her with long strokes before using the very tip of his tongue to circle and rub the nub of her clitoris knowing that it would be her undoing. She cried out above him, her head thrown back in reckless abandon as she neared the edge. He held her to him tightly with one hand as he slowly inserted a finger into her hot wetness and pressed down on the sweet spot within her. He felt her inner muscles quiver and one more, long lick drove her over the edge.

  Robyn screamed as her body was hit with a devastating orgasm. She convulsed as pleasure waves washed through her, shaking her in Andrew’s strong arms. His finger pulsed inside her in unison with her orgasmic contractions and kept the pleasure riding her as he gently lapped at her sex. She’d never known an orgasm like it. It was endless and bone melting. When she came down, she was laid on the bed, Andrew staring down at her.

  He stripped the remaining clothing from his body and Robyn stared, taking him in. He was magnificent! Perfect and lean, Andrew’s body proudly displayed his engorged cock, long and thick it showed her just how desperately he wanted to be inside her and Robyn squirmed, rubbing her thighs together.

  She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus as Andrew hovered over her and kissed her fervently. She could taste the saltiness of her desire on his lips. He was so strong, dominant and powerful and she needed to feel him inside of her.

  Andrew reached to the bedside cabinet as Robyn lay panting beneath him and covered himself before gently parting her legs with his own.

  She was utterly beautiful, laid out before him, ready and willing to be his and he struggled to hold himself back from just thrusting inside of her to the hilt. Tensing every muscle he had, he guided himself to her opening and slowly pushed into her delicious warmth. Robyn’s eyes rolled backwards as she let out a low moan.

  Oh God, he felt so good, stretching her to beyond what she thought she could take. He was so rigid and unyielding as he drove inside, deeper and deeper. How did he control himself so, when all she wanted to feel was his urgent thrust? She knew that’s what his body desired too, but this slow exquisite torture made her body tremble and her legs feel weak. She let out a ragged moan of pleasure in the silent room as the feel of him stretched and filled her entirely. She could already feel herself quickening around him, pleasure already driving her towards another climax. How could that be?

  Andrew stilled, sheathed to the hilt and allowed Robyn to adjust to the sensation of him filling her. He could feel her inner muscles gripping him in desperation but he was determined not to harm her. He locked his eyes onto hers and waited before he slowly pulled back, inching out of her until only his tip remained inside before plunging in again.

  Robyn cried out. Her scream echoed off of the walls. It was the sound of utter primal pleasure as another wave of orgasm rocked through her.

  Every system, everything, paled to the feeling of Andrew inside her. It was an all-encompassing sensation that took over every fibre of her being. Her orgasm jettisoned outwards as he moved slowly in and out. It was white hot heaven rushing through her body making her clench onto him over and over. He kept moving and Robyn kept coming as she bucked and cried out beneath him.

  When she could think clearly, she found Andrew’s arms and brushed her palms up his tense muscle. She let her fingers roam his back, his chest and his hips. Every inch of him was corded beneath her touch. He was still moving in long slow thrusts but she could feel the tight control that held him and she wanted him to lose it. She wanted desperately to snap that restraint. As Andrew thrust forwards, Robyn ground her hips up to meet him and grabbed his hips to hold him tight and guide him into her. She did not need the finesse with which he rode her and she intended to show him. He pulled back but she guided him back into her with a hard thrust. Andrew’s eyes widened and Robyn wrapped her legs around his hips. She wanted all of him. She wanted everything.

  Did she want him to completely lose it? The moment those curvaceous hips had jerked up to meet his, his cock had threatened to spill, game over. And now, she’d wrapped her shapely legs around him, inviting him to drive into her like he desperately wanted to. He could no longer retain the slow pleasure-filled thrusts that he wanted to give her. His hips jerked forwards, hard, slamming his cock in deep and Robyn responded with a guttural groan and an inviting swivel of her hip. Is this what she wants? Hell he couldn’t hold back now. Andrew pulled back and slammed in again, frightened that she would think him an uncaring animal but surprised to find her wanton beneath him instead. He pulled out again, quicker this time before hammering home and Robyn squeezed him tightly against her as she pushed her head back in delight. His control snapped. Andrew growled, grabbed Robyn’s hands and pushed them down onto the bedding. He lunged forwards driving into her and simultaneously taking her lips for a heated kiss. As his tongue plundered her mouth, his cock drove in and out of her with fervour.

  Andrew thrust into her harder, faster, and Robyn felt yet another orgasm building. She could feel the burning heat of her core; the power coiling ready to spring. The intensity took her up higher and higher. His body on top of hers heated her every cell where they touched. The fire that burned between them threatened to grow out of control. Each time he pushed into her, sheathing himself to the hilt, she felt all of her senses overloading, her circuits tripping. Nothing else mattered at that moment. She could think of nothing but him; could feel nothing but him; could smell nothing but him and could see nothing but him.

  She wanted to pull him to her, hold his muscular arms but he had her pinned. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t grab onto pleasure, pinned beneath him as she was and he lifted her higher and higher. She moaned as she felt her muscles quicken around him and then one hard thrust and she exploded around him. Light flashed across her eyes; reds, oranges, yellows, colours so vivid that they hurt to see, colours that she hadn’t seen for years, melded into one another in a phantom firework display. The wave of absolute pleasure ricocheted throughout her entire body. Heat, fiery heat and deep waves of bliss, indescribable and absolutely ecstatic, shook her body. Over and over again her body bucked and shuddered as wave after wonderful wave engulfed her. She allowed herself to be totally overcome by the gratification as the heat pulsed out from her core and the flame licked through her entire body. She cried out, yelled as she opened her eyes and watched Andrew drive into her, producing more and more waves of utter pleasure. She knew, without doubt or fear, that she would never recover from this.

  Her glorious sex contracted around him as he drove into her, intending to keep her at the very edge as she screamed his name. However, this time he was not in control, and as Robyn opened her eyes and knew who had her, who had taken her to this pleasurable peak, he felt his cock buck and finally spill its hot seed deep within her. He came hard and long as Robyn’s convulsing sex milked him dry and then he collapsed onto her, panting and entirely sated.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Andrew woke to the morning sun. They had explored and enjoyed each other for most of the night, tasting, observing, touching until finally, exhausted, they had slept. Robyn now lay with her head on Andrew’s chest, enveloped in his arms. He knew from her breathing that she was awake.

  Moving slightly, lifting himself up onto one elbow as Robyn let her head fall back onto the crisp, white pillow, Andrew gazed down at her.

  “When are you going to tell me what happened last night?” He had waited long enough for his answer.

  Robyn’s smile faded, her body tensed and she drew her knees up, curling into a ball. Andrew cursed himself and pulled her into his chest.

  “You’re safe here. You’re safe, Robyn,” he tried to reassure her but her eyes darted around the room in panic as if she was seeking escape.

  Something tugged at Andrew’s stomach, something he refused to acknowledge.

  Robyn took a deep, shaky breath and stared at him with glistening eyes. Jesus, it hurt him to have put that look there, but he had to know. She’d been so afraid last
night. Her body had literally been shaking with fear when she’d fallen into his arms. Whatever, or whoever had done this to her, they were going to pay.

  “They were at the cottage,” she spoke with a forced calm, “at least five of them, outside on the lawn.” Her voice was almost distant, as if the only way she could cope with recalling the event was to see it from afar and pretend that she wasn’t there, that it hadn’t happened to her.

  “They?” Andrew’s arms tightened around her as his anger began to flare.

  “I’m not sure what they were. I know it sounds silly now but there was something . . . not human, about them.” She drew in a deep breath and shuddered. “They were stood absolutely still, like they were statues, looking at me.” He brought his hand to her cheek, offering comfort. “They were dressed in black . . . with white faces. I wouldn’t have seen them if it wasn’t for the faces.” She stopped and closed her eyes, tucking her face into his chest. Christ, he hated to see her like this. Robyn was difficult, stubborn and strong. The fact that she thought she needed him only angered him further.

  “What about the faces, Robyn?” He gritted his teeth in an effort to dampen his fury. It didn’t work.

  “They didn’t have any. They had no features at all, just, just, black eyes.” She stared up at him, a fragile image of herself, a shell. “I was too frightened to stay. I thought they’d get into the cottage. I thought they’d come after me, so I ran.”

  “You ran here.” He brushed her cheekbone.

  “All I could think about was getting out of the cottage but when I got to the car they were there, on the road,” she swallowed and closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them on a sigh, “I dropped the keys and they came for me. They. . . glided . . . across the road and I couldn’t find the keys. I thought, I thought . . . . I don’t know. I panicked. I don’t know how I got the car started in time but I just left. I couldn’t think of anywhere to go, except here.”

  He held her in silence, his mind churning. He couldn’t believe that anyone would go this far. No, that wasn’t right. He could believe it.

  Anger morphed into pure fury.

  The time for doing nothing was over.

  “Get dressed,” Andrew got up and threw Robyn’s blouse and jeans onto the bed. “We’re going to see someone.” He was so enraged, that it took all he had not to smash his fists into the wall as he walked past to grab clothes from the wardrobe. When he’d pulled on some jeans he realised that Robyn hadn’t moved. He turned to find her in the middle of the bed, the sheet pulled around her.

  “It’s alright.” Cursing himself for frightening her, he sat down, placed his palms on either side of her face and held her gaze and spoke as calmly as he could manage. “I’m going to sort this out. Everything will be alright.”

  “Andrew . . . I . . ,” she shook her head, “I can’t be certain that I remember it all correctly. When I’m frightened my mind can sometimes . . . embellish.”

  She looked so small. How could she be so small? He knew if he stayed in the bed he’d kiss her, and if he kissed her, he wouldn’t be able to stop there, not after last night. Instead he got up and continued to dress. “Embellishment aside, something happened and I will get answers.”

  Robyn reached for her blouse.

  Tearing down the country lanes, the engine roaring between quick and frequent gear changes, Andrew drove into town. Foot down, eyes locked on the road, his jaw was set firm and Robyn didn’t dare utter a sound.

  Turning off the high street, they entered a long, walled driveway. On either side of the car, six-foot, grey walls swept along and guided the car up to a large, impressive, Georgian manor house. Symmetrically fronted around a columned front door, the four storey grey behemoth stared at them through its white windows. It could easily have been austere, foreboding even, but carefully placed potted shrubs, baskets and window boxes gave it a soul.

  The brakes slammed on and the car skidded to a halt on pale gravel. In a heartbeat Andrew was out and circling the car for Robyn. Opening the door, he took her hand.

  “Don’t worry.” His quiet voice was inconsistent with the way the words were delivered, forced, angered. She knew he was trying to make her believe that he was unruffled. He was failing.

  Lifting her hand, Andrew kissed the back of it just once, then entwined his fingers through Robyn’s and helped her out of the vehicle.

  The great house loomed over them as they approached. Traversing shallow steps to the large, oak, front door, Robyn felt out of place, wearing yesterday’s clothes with her unkempt hair tied in a hasty ponytail. She stepped between two columns and under a portico shelter, as Andrew banged on the door and wondered why they were there. She said nothing regarding her reluctance, but stood one pace back from Andrew as they waited for the door to be answered.

  Loud scraping and clicking noises emanated out from the house. Large bolts disengaged and giant locks turned, their sounds muffled by the thick, tight grain of the oak door. Slowly, the big, black, ball of a doorknob, twisted under Robyn’s gaze and the great entrance door swept inwards, to reveal a short, portly man. He stood in light coloured trousers with a tight, dark jumper pulled over his bulging stomach. Underneath the jumper a white shirt collar sat tightly beneath his prominent and overflowing jowl. He looked at Robyn with small, slate grey eyes, nestled deeply in his chubby face and fixed underneath bushy, grey eyebrows. Sporting a greying moustache and white hair, Robyn guessed his age to be late sixties at best. His nose was slightly bulbous at the tip, indicating that, in his many years, he had enjoyed a good life. His sharp little eyes looked at her with surprise and then turned to Andrew.

  “Grandfather,” Andrew seethed between clenched teeth, “may we come in?”

  Andrew squeezed Robyn’s hand as she watched the man hesitate for a moment before stepping back to allow them passage. The tone of Andrew’s voice had not escaped his attention.

  “Andrew, what a delightful surprise,” The old man gestured dramatically for them to enter, fooling neither Robyn nor Andrew. He held a wary gaze on his grandson, unwilling or unable to divert his focus, but smiled openly. “Come through to the drawing room and I’ll get us some coffee.”

  Andrew pulled Robyn into the large ornate hallway. The tiled floor was designed in simple black and white and the walls were dark but framed with white, delicately carved cornicing and picture rails. A mighty staircase swept down on their right but Andrew pulled her past it, and through a tall, six panelled, white, door.

  The room was large, high ceilinged and adorned with several oil paintings of men and women in period costume. A large square rug covered an area of the otherwise highly polished floor, near an immense ornate fireplace with marble surround. On either side of the rug were two, very large, saddle sofas. Andrew walked Robyn past two, large, glass fronted cabinets, filled with ornaments and objet d’art and took her to the first of the sofas. Agitated and unable to sit himself, Andrew paced back and forth in front of her. He held his hands behind him, glared at the floor and breathed with purposeful, deep breaths.

  Robyn watched Andrew wear a track in the rug as she fidgeted with her fingers and pondered the strange situation in which she now found herself. How could the Lord of this particular manor be Andrew’s grandfather?

  The door opened and the old man walked in with a silver tray. He set it down gently on a low table placed between the two sofas and ignored Andrew’s pacing. Moving steadily, in no hurry to enquire as to the purpose of Andrew’s visit, he poured coffee before standing up straight.

  Robyn watched in silence and realised she was witnessing a carefully practiced and sophisticated power struggle. Andrew’s grandfather was the master of the house. His casual manner was purposeful in the wake of Andrew’s anger. In a measured way, he was directly opposing the anger that flowed from Andrew by staying cool, silent and totally in control. He stamped out his authority by setting the pace of the meeting and Andrew was no match for the years of experience that his grandfather possessed. Pacing
up and down in front of the fireplace, Andrew became increasingly agitated whilst the old man was the epitome of calm and supremacy. Only when Andrew’s grandfather wished it, only when he was ready, did he turn to Andrew and await his grandson to speak.

  Andrew seethed. Robyn could see him trying to gain control, trying to match the grace that his grandfather displayed easily and absolutely, but his emotions ran too strongly and too close to the surface. His grandfather took control.

  “Well,” he turned away from Andrew, “if you’re not going to introduce me then I shall have to do the honours myself. James Truscott, and you might be?” He held his hand in Robyn’s direction, a warm practised smile on his face. She uncurled her fingers from the nervous fists that they had formed and offered her hand as Andrew finally spoke.

  “You already know who she is.” His teeth were gritted and disdain oozed from every pore.

  “I can only assume when you refuse to introduce her.” James replied calmly, his voice steady, but the quick darting look fired at Andrew showed differently. The little grey eyes locked onto Andrew for less than a second but the sentiment, the message that they conveyed, got through immediately. Those little eyes delivered scorn and chastisement. A master of manipulation, this man’s skills in body language, taught from birth and gouged out through a lifetime of being in charge, showed gentle subtlety but forceful stubbornness. Coupled with immense self-control and a clear expertise in reading people, Robyn could easily imagine him manoeuvring anybody to his will. She suspected that most of the time, those whom he influenced were entirely unaware of it.