Born in Blood Collection Volume 1: Collection of books 1-4

by Cora Reilly

  If only I knew. “More,” I said softly.

  Romero lowered his gaze to my chest. My nipples strained against the thin material of my camisole, hard and aching for attention. Romero lightly traced his thumb over one nub and I gasped.

  “Like this?” he asked.

  I nodded furiously. “More.”

  Romero chuckled, and the sound made me ache even more for his touch. He took both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and lightly twisted them back and forth through the silk. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sensation between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, desperate for some kind of relief. Romero cupped my nipple with his lips, sucking it gently into his mouth. For some reason the fabric seemed to heighten the sensations even more. I was close to exploding. His hand brushed my hipbone before it moved under the hem of my camisole and softly traced my stomach. Goose bumps covered my skin at the light touch. He released my nipple but the wet fabric of my camisole stuck to it. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

  Romero moved onto my other nipple and repeated the same procedure. I rubbed my thighs together. The tension between them was almost unbearable. Romero’s eyes followed the movement before they darted up to my face. “Do you want me to touch you there?”

  I nodded quickly. Romero smiled. He trailed his hand down my side until he reached my thigh. He stroked the outer side lightly, his eyes never leaving my face, making sure I was okay. His strokes moved closer to my inner thigh until I wanted nothing more than to grasp his hand and push it into my panties. As if he could feel my impatience, Romero tugged lightly at my shorts. I opened my legs without even thinking about it, a silent invitation. Was I being too forward? I didn’t care.

  He slid his hand into the leg of my shorts and then his fingers traced the sensitive skin at the edge of my panties. He watched my face closely when he inched his index finger under the fabric and brushed my folds. I gasped and he groaned. I was already so wet that his finger slid over me easily. His lips claimed mine with less restraint than before, and I didn’t mind. “Is this okay?” he rasped between kisses as his finger kept lightly tracing my folds. Sparks seemed to soar through my core. It felt so much more intense than when I touched myself.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  His finger moved up between my folds, spreading my wetness up to my nub. He started to rub back and forth, the barest touch that felt incredible. My hips jerked up from the intense sensation. I moaned into his mouth, my legs opening wider to give him better access. He kissed my neck, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, soaking my camisole even more. His fingers between my legs drove me higher and higher.

  “You feel so good, Lily. So soft and wet and warm,” he murmured.

  I whimpered in response. Hearing him say those words made me relax further under his touch. He was gentle and unhurried. I ran my hands over his back and hair, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, wanting to have him closer in every way possible. I’d always wanted him and my sisters had often told me that feeling would cease with time, but my want had only grown. I didn’t think it would ever stop, not that I wanted it to.

  Romero’s other hand moved to the edge of my pajama top and inched it down, freeing my breast. I had to fight the urge to cover myself up. For some reason it was more difficult to bare myself to his eyes than to have him touch me in my most private place. Embarrassment flew out the window when Romero lowered his head and captured my nipple between his lips. At the same time his finger on my clit started moving faster. I shivered. His tongue licked my nipple lightly and it felt even better without the fabric as a barrier. My embarrassing moans and breathless sighs became dangerously loud so I pressed my lips together, trying to hold the sounds in, but everything Romero did felt so good.

  Romero released my nipple. “I wish I could hear your moans. I love the sound.”

  I lifted my head. “Really?”

  Romero smiled a smile I’d never seen before. It was darker, more dangerous, and indescribably sexy. “Really. Can’t you feel how much I love this?”

  He pressed a bit tighter against me and something hard and hot dug into my leg. I couldn’t believe I’d done this to him. Romero kissed my mouth, then the spot beneath my chin, my throat until he’d worked his way back down to my nipple. He trailed his tongue around it, then moved on to my other breast. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Fuck, I don’t care that it’s wrong, that it goes against my promise, I can’t resist you.”

  Hearing him say that felt like the ultimate triumph and when he sucked my nipple back into his mouth I fell apart, arching up, not caring when Romero pulled back to watch me. I stifled my cries in the pillow, knowing we had to be careful and I was being embarrassingly loud as waves of pleasures filled me.

  I lifted my head when I’d calmed down and smiled at Romero. “Wow.”

  Romero kissed my throat. “Yes, wow. Watching you was fucking amazing.”

  I raised myself on my elbows, my eyes moving down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. I’d been wanting to see him naked again ever since I watched him shower. After a moment of hesitation, I reached out and rested my palm against his erection. Even through his boxers he felt incredibly hot.

  Romero held his breath, his muscles becoming taut with tension. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said in warning, but he grew even harder beneath my touch.

  I searched his eyes, wondering what had made him say it. Was he worried he’d lose control?

  “I trust you,” I admitted. He closed his brown eyes and when he opened them again they were even warmer and gentler than before, but I caught the hint of something darker in them as well. “I want to do it,” I added.

  Romero didn’t protest, instead he sat back against the headboard before he lifted his hips and pulled down his boxers. His erection sprang free.

  Last time I hadn’t been this close and nerves and excitement curled in my stomach as I took in the sight. His girth was impressive. My first time with Romero would be painful, no doubt, but that was something I wouldn’t have to worry about.

  “You don’t have to do anything, Lily,” Romero said as he began to reach for his boxers, mistaking my hesitation for reluctance to touch him.

  Pushing my thoughts aside, I curled my fingers around the base, surprised at how wide he really was. Romero sucked in a deep breath and dropped back against the headboard, his hands flat on the mattress. I stroked lightly up and down, ran my fingers over his tip and back down to his balls. I couldn’t stop exploring him, curious and excited at the same time.

  Romero cupped my cheek and I turned to look at him but didn’t stop my explorations. “Damn it, Lily, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “How do you want me to touch you?” I asked quietly. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. I’d overheard Gianna say something about blowjobs to Aria once, and that those brought any man to his knees, but I wasn’t sure I could pull it off in a satisfactory way. Maybe I should have asked Gianna for instructions…

  “You’re doing good.”

  I didn’t want to do good. I wanted to be amazing, wanted to show Romero that I was a woman and not the girl he still occasionally took me for. Pushing my worries aside, I bent over him and took him into my mouth.

  Romero jerked under me in surprise and gripped the back of my head. “You don’t have to do that.”

  It wasn’t said with conviction. I licked from his base up to the top. He didn’t taste of anything, except for the tip where a few droplets had gathered. I licked them away without thinking.

  Romero cursed, raking his hand through my hair.

  “Am I doing this right?” I asked after a couple of minutes.

  “Fuck yes. You don’t even know how hard it is not to thrust into your mouth.”

  “If that’s what you want, you can do it.”

  “No, not today. Take your time and do what you like. I’ll enjoy it all, trust me,” he said in a low voice. And so I did. I licked around his
tip and took him into my mouth, trailed my tongue along his length over and over again. Romero didn’t make a lot of sounds but his hand in my hair tightened and he sucked in his breath every now and then.

  “I’m going to come,” he warned. I sucked harder, gripping his thighs to find better leverage, and then Romero came with a low groan. I kept him in my mouth, waiting for him to go soft, but he didn’t. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been but he definitely wasn’t soft. I released him and swallowed, still unsure if I liked the taste or not.

  My cheeks were hot as I met Romero’s gaze and I shivered under the force of his expression, dark and hungry, but then it softened as his thumb stroked my mouth. “I meant that as a warning. You didn’t have to swallow, Lily,” Romero said. He gripped my waist and pulled me against him before he kissed me softly. “Are you okay? Or was it terrible for you? I shouldn’t have allowed you to go this far,” he said, voice thick with guilt.

  My brows puckered. “Terrible? No, why? I wanted to make you feel good. I don’t mind it when you come in my mouth.”

  Romero let out a breathless laugh. “Don’t say those things to me. I won’t be able to focus anymore.”

  I grinned, then my gaze flitted down to Romero’s erection again. “Why isn’t it going soft?”

  I could see Romero’s confusion, then realization set in and his mouth twisted in a grin that bordered on proud. “Only because I’ve come doesn’t mean I’m not still turned on. It takes more than one orgasm to make me go soft.”

  “Really?” I asked wickedly.

  Romero shook his head, his fingers capturing my wrist and pressing my palm against his muscled chest to stop it from wandering. “Not tonight. It’s late. You can’t stay that long.”

  Disappointment banished my excitement. “I know.”

  Romero stroked my cheek. “We have to be careful. Believe me I’d love to spend all night with you.”

  I nodded and put my head back down on his chest. I wanted to catch a couple of hours of sleep before I had to sneak back to my room. Enjoy the moment, I told myself before I fell asleep.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Romero

  After Lily had given me that blowjob, I spent the next day thinking about nothing but returning the favor with my tongue. It was a good thing that the mansion wasn’t the most dangerous place, because my focus was gone. I didn’t think I’d have done a good job protecting anyone if there had been an attack.

  My cock was so hard it almost hurt as I waited in my bed that night for Lily to come over. When midnight rolled around and she wasn’t there yet, I almost went in search for her. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been that horny.

  When my door finally opened and Lily walked in, dressing in a flimsy nightgown, I had to stop myself from shoving her up against the wall and burying myself in her. That was the one thing I couldn’t do. Many borders had already been crossed but that was where I had to draw the line.

  Lily hopped into bed and kissed me eagerly. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who’d waited for this. “Gianna and Matteo were in the corridor, so I had to wait,” she said, her fingers already traveling over my chest and down my stomach toward my dick.

  I loved her touch, but it was my turn. I grabbed her and flipped her on her back. She gasped in surprise. I hooked my hands in her waistband and slid her panties down her legs, then I paused. This was still new for Lily. I couldn’t treat her like the women I’d been with before. “Is this okay?”

  She lifted her legs to help me pull her panties over her feet. She nodded quickly. There was only need in her eyes. I smiled as I stroked her soft calf before I shifted it to the side so I could position myself between her legs and a hint of embarrassment showed on her beautiful face, but I didn’t give her time to think about it. She had nothing to be embarrassed about. I lowered myself to my stomach, pushed her legs farther apart and after a moment to appreciate the sight of her arousal, I took a long lick. Lily let out a gasp, her hand flying to the back of my head.

  “Romero,” she said in wonder, and my fucking heart swelled at hearing my name from her lips.

  I moved my tongue slowly up and down, and damn it, she tasted even better than I’d imagined. She was coming quickly undone, trembling and gasping so I pulled back and planted a few kisses on her inner thighs and trimmed curls. I didn’t want her to come too soon. She was supposed to enjoy this for a while but her inexperienced body was so very responsive. I dipped my tongue back in and my cock twitched when she let out a long moan, legs falling open to give me better access. She raised her hips, fingers fisting the covers, and I closed my mouth over her clit. She exploded, arching up, legs shaking. She bit her lower lip, face contorted beautifully with passion and the effort to hold her moans in, and I watched her as I slowed my ministrations.

  She was beautiful, and I didn’t ever want to have to share her beauty.

  Liliana

  I’d heard girls talk about boys going down on them in school but I’d never been able to imagine how it would feel to have someone’s mouth on me like that. Would it be strange? Wet? Disgusting? Awkward?

  It was none of those things. It was mind-blowingly wonderful. Or maybe that was only because Romero knew exactly what to do, how to nibble and suck and lick until my fingers dug into the mattress because I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. And it seemed to get better every time we did it. Weeks passed and every night Romero pleasured me with his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed going down on him.

  Tonight, he was taking his time and I had no mind to rush him. It felt too good. Romero’s stubble scratched me lightly at times and that intensified the sensations even more. He lifted his head and I huffed in protest.

  He chuckled, but didn’t lower his mouth. “Tell me when you’re coming, okay? I want to know.”

  “Okay,” I said uncertainly, wondering why he wanted to know, then moaned when Romero closed his lips over my clit and continued where he’d left off.

  I could feel myself getting closer. My thighs began to quiver. “I’m coming,” I gasped, too caught up in my pleasure to be embarrassed about it.

  Romero’s finger brushed my opening and then he slid it in. I arched off the mattress. There was a flicker of pain but for some reason it made me come even harder.

  Eventually I lay motionless on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

  Romero blew out a harsh breath. “Goddammit. You’re so tight.”

  I couldn’t say anything in response, too overwhelmed by the feeling of him in me. He moved his finger slowly, stroking the inside of my walls, tripling the sensations in my body. Romero’s head rested on my inner thigh as he watched his finger slide in and out of me. I would have been mortified if he hadn’t looked like it was the most amazing sight he’d ever seen. He curled his finger and my hips bucked off the mattress as I gasped in surprise and another orgasm rocked through me.

  His eyes on me, he pulled his finger out and actually put it in his mouth. I could only stare, strangely turned on by the sight.

  Romero crawled back up to me.

  A question burned in my mind. What if the brief pain had meant Romero had broken my hymen? It was ridiculous that I even had to worry about something like that, but I knew the rules and I was still too terrified to break them.

  Romero smoothed my brows. “Hey, did I hurt you?”

  “No, I…I only wondered if…” I felt embarrassed to voice my worries.

  Romero seemed to piece it together by himself, though, and regret crossed his face. “You’re scared that you aren’t a virgin anymore because I put my finger in you.” I couldn’t decipher the emotion in his voice. Was he angry? Annoyed?

  He cupped the back of my head. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Lily. I wouldn’t just take your virginity without permission, and even then…” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even think about taking your virginity. But you don’t have to worry. My finger isn’t wide enough and I didn’t go deep enough to do any damage. You’re safe.”

 
“I wasn’t scared, I just…” Yes, what? I had been worried. There was no denying it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Romero. I did. But that was a huge step, one I couldn’t take back.

  “It’s okay. You should be scared about that. Your life would be ruined if you lost your virginity before your wedding night,” he said in a strange tone. He wrapped his arms around me, so I couldn’t look at his face anymore. “I want you to be the one, you know?” I whispered into the dark.

  “But I cannot do it,” Romero said, his fingers tightening on my arm.

  “Why not?”

  “Lily,” Romero said almost angrily. “You know why not. So far we’ve been lucky that we didn’t get caught. Your sisters and Luca are already suspicious as it is. Right now we could still deny everything and nobody would be able to prove the opposite, but if we slept with each other, then there would be evidence.”

  “Evidence?” I huffed. “We aren’t planning to commit a crime.”

  “In our world it is. We don’t play by the rules of the outside world and you know it.”

  “We only want to be together because we love each other. Is that so bad?” I snapped my mouth shut when I realized what I’d said. I’d practically put the words “I love you” into Romero’s mouth when he’d never said them, nothing close to it. I hadn’t either but I knew I loved him. Did he love me as well?

  He’d become motionless and for a moment even stopped breathing altogether. “Fuck,” Romero whispered harshly. He pressed a kiss against my temple. “This is spinning out of control.”

  “I meant it, Romero,” I said in a small voice. “I love you.”

  He was quiet, and I realized he couldn’t, he wouldn’t say it back. “You shouldn’t. We don’t have a future, Lily.”