Drake Sisters 06 - Turbulent Sea

the music all the sweeter as he built the song between them with his hands and mouth and body.
    Joley began to fight, sobs welling up. She was just giving herself to him, surrendering everything she was again.
    What was wrong with her? She was sinking further and further into that dark place inside of her, and if she kept it up, she'd never be free.
    'This is wrong. There's something wrong with me.' Because she liked having him take her over and rule her body.
    She wanted to be screaming out with pleasure; she didn't care if he tied her up or made her crazy - she wanted to be with him any way she could have him. 'This isn't right.'
    It took a moment, with the blood roaring in his ears and pounding in his groin, for him to realize she was really in distress. Ilya froze, still buried deep in her body, thick and hard and feeling the silken walls encasing his shaft. She wanted him. Her body couldn't lie, yet her distress was genuine. The more she struggled, the more her body tightened around his, until he wanted to give himself up to the loss of control and just drive into her over and over until he was a part of her, imprinted forever deep inside of her, until she recognized fully that they belonged together and only he could give her the things she craved.
    He forced his body to remain absolutely still. 'Lubov moya, what is it?' His voice was gentle, as tender as he could manage when he was at the height of his need. 'Tell me what's wrong and we'll fix it.'
    'Look at me - at us. This isn't love. I'm tied to the bed and letting you do anything you want -begging you to take me.
    I don't want to be like this. I don't. I want love, Ilya, not just sex. This is sex.' She wasn't making sense, the words tumbling over one another, her chest heaving as she sobbed, pushing her hard nipples into the heavy muscles of his chest. She'd promised herself - promised, but not only was she under him, she was pleading with him for more.
    Ilya immediately braced himself over her with one arm and reached above her head to her wrists with the other.
    'You're not tied up, Joley. Stop struggling, laskovaya moya, and let me get this. It's just looped over your wrists. I was tired last night and afraid you'd open those stitches.' He slipped the scarf from her wrists and took each to his mouth, pressing kisses there. 'See? You're fine. I would never do anything to you that you didn't want.'
    She forced herself to be honest with him. She owed him that when she could feel his body stretching hers to the limit, when he was pulsing deep inside of her, breathing hard to control himself, when she had not only encouraged him, but begged him to take her.
    'That's the trouble, Ilya. I do want this. I want anything I can get from you. I'm terrified of losing myself, of losing who I am and what I stand for. I barely know you, and I'm willing to let you do anything to my body. That's not love.
    It's obsession with sex. I swore I'd never do this, that when I was with someone it would be because he loved me and I loved him. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know this is my fault. I can't pretend it's yours. I wanted you -I still do.' How could she possibly deny that, when her body was rippling around his, demanding he continue? T think I'm going insane.'
    Ilya framed her face and brushed kisses over her, catching her tears on his tongue. 'You aren't insane, Joley. This was meant. My mark is on you. What do you think that means? Do you think it would work on just anyone? You were born for me. Me alone. To love, to cherish, to protect, to bring you pleasure. I was born for you for those same reasons.'
    She stopped thrashing and fighting beneath him, lying still, tears running down her face, but she was listening to him and there was hope in her dark eyes.
    'Great sex is about total surrender, Joley,' he whispered and shifted his body just a little, sending a streak of fire scorching the sensitive knot of nerves deep inside of her. He pressed deeper. 'It's giving yourself wholly to another person.' He kissed the corner of her mouth, a soft brush of his lips that made her heart want to melt. 'In order to do that, you have to truly trust your partner, and trust is a priceless gift.'
    Joley couldn't close her eyes and savor the sensations rushing through her body because it was too important to watch his face - his eyes, those amazing blue eyes as deep and as turbulent as the sea she loved so much. He moved slow and easy, sending flames dancing over her, but leaving her