Black Knight, White Queen by Jackie Ashenden

of it, otherwise he really would shatter. Would break into a thousand pieces.
    His hands slid down her arms, over her warm skin, pulling her against him. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it and for once he didn’t try. He only knew of one way to get rid of the pressure and she was it.
     
    The breath went out of her as Aleks pulled her into his arms. She felt the tension in his whole body, felt him shake as he ran a hand over the bare skin of her butt, fitting her tightly against him. It made her ache for him. For the poor kid who’d been sent back across the globe because the stupid, insensitive, dick-heads who’d adopted him couldn’t handle who he was.
    For the man who clearly didn’t know how to cope with the weight of all the emotions inside him.
    Her own anger had gone, drowned in sympathy and hurt for him. All she wanted was to help, and if she was what he needed then she’d let him take her.
    She didn’t protest when he gripped her chin in his hand. When he kissed her, tasting his anger and his desperation on her tongue. He’d given her a little piece of himself and that had changed things.
    Izzy rose to meet his kiss with her own, her arms tightening around his neck, her mouth opening beneath his. Aleks kissed her like he was dying and she was his last reason to live.  
    Desire flared hot between them. He held her so tightly the button of his jeans dug into her stomach. She gasped, pushing her hands between them, panting as she began to undo his fly for him.
    “Izzy…” His voice changed into a groan as she got his jeans open, her hand slipping inside his boxers, fingers circling his cock.
    God, he felt so hot. An intoxicating mixture of hard and smooth, his skin like velvet. She gripped him tight, let her hand move.
    “Stop it,” he growled and grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand away.
    “Let me, Aleks. Let me do something for you. Please.”
    “No. I need to—”
    Izzy dropped to her knees in front of him. Then she looked up. His eyes had gone silver, molten with heat. She put a hand on his abdomen, spread her fingers on all that smooth skin and firm muscle. “I want to do this for you. Let me.”
    His throat moved. “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “It’s too…much. You’re too much.”
    She stroked him. “Afraid I’ll make you lose control?”
    “Yes.” His voice had deepened even further, but he didn’t look away from her.
    “You’ve done that once before,” she reminded him gently. “And nothing bad happened.”
    “Apart from using no protection.”
    “But that won’t matter now.” She lifted her other hand, ran her fingers down the hard length of the erection that pressed against the denim of his jeans. Felt him shudder. “Let me, Aleks.” And then, softer. “Trust me.”
    He said nothing for a moment. Then suddenly his hand covered hers, pressing her palm against the fly of his half-open jeans and holding it there. “I’ll give the order… Do it.” His hand fell away. “Suck me, Izzy. Now.”
    Izzy shivered at the demand in his voice. “Oh God, yes.”
    Her hands fumbled slightly with the remaining buttons but she eventually got them open. Then she pulled down his boxers, taking the hard length of him in her hands, smooth and hot against her palms. She gripped him, touched her tongue to the head of his cock. Licked him like a cat. He said something in what sounded like Russian, and his fingers were in her hair, tangling in her curls almost painfully tight. The little bit of pain sent heat through her, and she shivered again, leaning forward to close her lips around him.
    Aleks cursed. At least it sounded like a curse, sharply bitten off and guttural as she began to use her mouth. The hands in her hair tightened, controlling her movements. Slowing her down.
    She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. The salty taste of him in her mouth. His fingers in her hair. The movement of his hips as she began to work him in earnest. The sound of his breathing,