by Wyatt, Dani
It never bothered me before, that so many of the things humans find valuable and exciting did nothing for me. Including sex. I’m half human, but so many human characteristics seemed to pass me by. But now, it’s as though I’ve been sitting in the dark for my whole life, and someone just opened the door to the brightest, most magical wonderland, and I want to run and play and ride every ride.
His dark eyes crawl over me, waiting for my reply, and through the shaking and the lack of bloodflow to my brain, I give him what he wants. What he needs. Because I want to be the one that does that for him, as he does it for me.
“It feels so good. You feel so good.” The pressure builds with each word as Maxim’s finger pushes deeper inside of me, a flash of pain quickly being replaced by a rush of new pleasure when he finds some other magical spot inside me. “God, yes. I’m going to cum. For you.” I take a deep breath. “By you.” A gasp, then a shudder, and a moment later I’m coming apart. “With you.”
“Seleme. Fuck, yes.” His choked words hit me as my orgasm crashes over me.
My legs shake and give way. A dam breaks inside of me, and liquid desire gushes from my sex into his hand, dripping down my naked thighs as I hear his breathing turn ragged and curse words flow from his mouth in pained grunts.
I know he wants me. He wants to be inside me. And that thought only swells the pleasure as I clench around his fingers with another wave of ecstasy. His forehead comes to rest against mine, and in that moment I feel his pain.
His suffering.
“What do you want?” I breathe as soon as I can form words. “I want you, too.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?" I snap. "What’s wrong with me?” My insecurity blossoms, sharpened by the fact that for a moment he made me feel I wasn’t so different after all. That I wasn’t some aberration, some freak, not fitting in either of my worlds.
His dark eyes go wide. “Why would you ask what’s wrong with you?” He shakes his head. “There’s not one fucking thing wrong with you. You’re perfect.”
All the years I spent avoiding contact and connection to any other living being compress around me, and I realize how much life I missed out on. Whatever this is that Maxim has unleashed, I want it all. I don’t want to keep waiting, to keep everything under control so no one will know who or what I really am. A girl trying to fit into two worlds when she knows she truly fits into neither.
“I want you.” I harden my words, knowing it may not be the approach that most women would use, but I’m tired of not showing anyone who I am. I’ll show them all. I’ll let the real Seleme out for all the world to see—starting with this strange mountain of a man who’s taken a piece of my heart...a piece I’m not sure I’ll ever get back.
“Such a sweet little vamp.” Maxim releases a long, controlled breath. “Trust me when I tell you that tight little hole between your legs owns me and my cock already. I want to bend you over that bed and fuck you into midnight.”
I grab his hand and press it harder onto my sex as he drives his middle finger deeper inside of me, making me moan as it fills me and I gasp his name. “Maxim...”
His eyes light, and I want to see them look at me like that forever.
“Say it again. Say my name while part of me is inside you.”
“Maxim,” I reply.
“Again.”
He pumps his finger up and down until rational thought is gone and his arm wraps around my waist, holding me to him until his heart beats against mine.
“Maxim.”
His mouth drops to my lips and he fingers me until I fly apart again under his grip. I thrash and call out, crying words I’ve never spoken before as my thighs clutch on his hand as his tongue winds in my mouth.
He makes me feel normal and exquisitely unique, all at the same time. Grounded, and yet ready to take flight into something new. He makes me feel safe and protected and at the same time free and flirting with a new sort of danger. The security I feel with him is unlike I’ve felt with anyone before.
Even my own father.
When I come down, his breathing is fast, his hips driving that hard length once again against me, and I look at his face. He looks more like an animal every moment. Nostrils flaring, pupils black with the intensity of a predator the moment before it tears the throat out of its prey.
“I don’t think I can put into words what I feel right now.” The look in his eyes does not match the softness of his words.
“Try.”
He shakes his head, his fingers slipping from me as they come up to trace the evidence of my own desire over my lips. When they are slick with my cum, he kisses me, moaning and lingering for a long moment before he withdraws.
“You’re going to have to understand, I nearly chased you down that first night you jogged by my house. I nearly chased you down and dragged you back with me. The draw to you was so strong it felt impossible, yet more real than anything I’ve felt in a long time. Ever. Every day it grew stronger, until now, now that I’ve touched you...” He sucks his fingers into his mouth, then brings them out and runs them down the curve of my jaw. “Now that I’ve tasted you, I know deep down I’ll never let you go. I’ll spend every second of every day wanting you. Watching you. Making sure you are safe. That no one else touches you. I’ll be a monster for you. Obsessed. And I know a woman like you deserves more than that. More than a crazy, obsessed beast. But the only other option is to not be with you. To watch you from afar, and I know that is also impossible. I don’t want to destroy you with my obsession, Seleme, but I don’t see any way around it.”
“I don’t want you to see a way around it. I want you to want me.”
“I’ll be on you like a dog. Watching you sleep. Watching you work. Watching you, always watching you.” His voice breaks, and with it my heart. He is alone. Like me.
Having him this close seems to settle something deep inside me, something that’s been restless for as long as I can remember.
I smile, bringing my hand to the side of his face as I trace my thumb just under his dark eye. “I’ve never had a dog, but I’m beginning to think I’d like one.”
“Dogs mark their territory.”
I bite my bottom lip, and that tightness knots my stomach again. He leans down and breathes me in, and once more I’m spinning.
“How?” I ask, the fluttering in my belly like a thousand doves’ wings taking flight.
“There are many ways. But the first...is like this...”
He brings his face to my neck, teeth raking over my flesh, before the sharp pain explodes as he bites down and everything goes black.
Six
Maxim
I’M FUCKING LOSING it.
Seleme goes limp in my arms as I continue pinching her flesh between my teeth and fuck me if I don’t want to bite harder.
I want to taste the warm blood flowing through her veins.
I want my mark on her neck every day, from this day forward. Visible to everyone, so they know.
She.
Belongs.
To.
Me.
I’m sick. I’ve turned into a fucking animal.
With effort, I release her soft skin.
“Seleme.” I hold her against me, her naked body flushed and soft as her eyelids flutter and she looks at me with something akin to shock.
“You bit me...” Her hand flies to the deep purple mark already forming on her neck.
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head and let out a long breath. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just...I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s okay.” Her voice is soft and breathless, and I can tell she means what she says, even though she has every right to knee me in the nuts. “It was just a shock to have a hu—— To have someone like you do a thing like that. I...sort of liked it.”
“Me, too.”
I lean in close and brush my lips against hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Having her naked, this close to me, gives me something I didn’t know I needed. It se
ttles something inside of me that’s been unsettled for far too long, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive ever being away from her again.
Not after this.
Her breathing quickens and I release her mouth, pressing my forehead to hers as I take a deep breath through my nose, her scent filling my lungs. Becoming a part of me.
Having her naked like this is almost more than I can bear. I’ve never had this desire for a woman before. Sure, I’ve appreciated women. How they look. Their softness, their femininity.
But this.
This is different.
So different I wonder now how I’ve lived without this feeling my entire life. Because I won’t be able to live without it any longer. Won't be able to live without her.
“You should know...” She licks her lips. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Her eyes flit downward, then back to mine. “I’ve never done anything before.”
My world explodes with light, and in one swoop I’ve got her cradled in my arms, legs dangling over my forearm, spinning and laying her on the closest soft surface I can find, a red velvet sofa in front of the blazing fireplace, feeling the warm fabric on the backs of my hands as I do.
“And you need to know.” I brace my arms on either side of her hips, leaning down, my face just above hers as she looks up at me, blonde hair still damp as her red lips part. “Neither have I.”
Her pupils expand, turning her pale eyes to blue halos surrounding the black centers. There is a question there; maybe she wonders if I’m telling the truth.
Maybe she thinks it’s a joke.
Or I’m a joke.
“Does that bother you?” I ask, not because it will make a difference to how I feel about her, but because I want to know what she’s thinking all the time.
She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading from her lips to her eyes. “It’s perfect.”
“Good, because it never bothered me. And now, now that I’ve found you, I can’t imagine the horror I would be feeling if I’d ever done anything with someone else. I can’t imagine my fingers...my mouth...my cock...ever touching someone else.”
“You know what’s odd?”
“What?” I ask, lowering myself to my knees in front of her, knowing I need to taste her. To run my tongue through her heaven so I can continue to breathe.
“I feel the same way.”
She giggles, and it’s my new favorite sound. So innocent, so carefree, such a contrast to the confident, beautiful seductress I’ve already seen. She may be worldly in her own way, but there’s a little girl behind the woman, and I want nothing more than to place myself between her and the world, to let her know that I will always protect her and keep her safe. She flushes, her hands pressing down on her thighs as she holds them shut and watches me through lidded eyes.
I inhale her arousal on the warm air as I move my hands to hers, picking them up and placing one on each of her magnificent tits.
“Play with them. I want to look up and see you touching yourself while I dine.”
“Dine?”
I release her hands and bring mine to her knees, and her moment of confusion turns to a lustful knowing as she shifts her hips. I spread her open, taking my first long look at the pink slash that’s danced in my dreams and my thoughts every moment since I first set my eyes on her.
I wait a moment until her delicate, red-tipped fingers connect with her upturned nipples, and as she starts to pull, I swear I hear her purr.
With a growl, I lower my face, a single word slipping from my lips just before my tongue makes contact.
“Mine.”
She gasps, and I moan as my mouth connects with her smooth flesh, the perfect flavor of her pussy spreading through me.
The patch of deep blonde curls points my gaze toward that heaven as my tongue slips between her lips, and I feel the nub of her clit, hot against me. As I look up, I see her eyes on me, her lips open and her hands on her tits, playing with her nipples, and I nearly spray the inside of my trousers with cum.
“God,” she moans, her head pressing back onto the crimson velvet, the color of the fabric matching the color of her lips perfectly, and I lose myself between her legs.
I want to be everywhere. On her, inside her, next to her. I lick and suck and taste, wanting to memorize every part of her, of this first experience for both of us, even the sounds she’s making as she enjoys herself—and her laugh may be great, but the noises she’s making right now are my newest favorite sound.
As I bring my fingers to her soaking opening and press one just inside, her hips raise to give me more of her. I think I always knew somehow, we would end up here, since the first time I saw her. We’re almost strangers, but it doesn't feel that way.
I know exactly what to do, and it’s because somehow, I know her. My inexperience flooded me with doubt for a fleeting moment, then some deep primal instinct took over and guided me.
I lick her clit, sucking it between my lips, and I’m already addicted to her.
My name is on her lips as she continues to play with her breasts, her eyes pinned to mine as I devour her until she’s shaking and drenching my face with her cum.
I swallow, lick, swallow some more, because all of her is mine and I will hate myself if I let a drop go to waste.
Even as I nearly drown in the glory of her orgasm by my mouth, I know the fire that’s started between us is just the beginning.
I need more. All of this...touching her, eating her...it’s just the beginning.
Her legs spread wider as her climax has her twitching and jerking on my face, but I don’t relent. I flick my tongue and glide my fingers in and out of her tight opening, moving faster and faster. She’s so fucking tight, it’s hard to get just one finger inside of her, and I wonder how her tiny body will ever take what I’ve got.
I’m no slouch in the size department, but I never gave it much thought until Seleme. She’s so small, and if her body is barely able to accommodate my middle finger, I know when I get my cock inside her it’s going to hurt.
I run my nose and mouth up and down, wanting her primed and as soft as possible when the time comes.
As her inner walls clamp down on my finger, I brush the rougher patch of skin a few inches inside and look up to see her fingers digging into the flesh of her tits.
“Such a good girl,” I grit out between strokes of my tongue. “Your pussy is telling me things. Telling me it wants more. It does, doesn’t it? Greedy pussy is begging for my cock.”
Seleme’s eyes narrow as her legs tense, her back arching against the red velvet as she cries out my name, grinding her pussy against my mouth.
Her hands fall from her tits, sliding into my hair and gripping tight, holding on as we both ride out her orgasm. As she clings to me, I know I will never forget this moment. Any of these moments. No matter how many more we have together, this first time will play on repeat in my head for the rest of my life.
Even if I live to be a thousand.
I reach down and unleash my erection, unable to hold back any longer as my heart tries to punch a hole in my chest. There are times in life, points where you know you have to keep going, because there was a point of no return and you already flew past it.
This is one of those moments.
The fact that we are both virgins only makes me more certain that this is destiny — something I never believed in until Seleme, but now I’m sure. We were meant to reach this moment, together, and whatever happens from here is also meant to be.
I kiss my way down her inner thigh as her hands leave the sides of my head to return to her tits. I’ve been fairly jaded my entire life. Nothing much surprises me anymore. Until now.
Looking up at Seleme, with her eyes half closed, I’m in awe. I’m convinced that there are things in this world we have no hope of understanding. How did I find such a beauty as her? It cannot simply be by chance. And if that’s true then what else might be real? It’s like a religious awakening, and suddenly everything seems possibl
e.
“Seleme.” I can’t get enough of her; even her name feels so right on my lips. “Look at me.”
I reach up and brush the damp hair from her face as her eyes drift to mine. Clasping my hands to her thighs, I push myself up between her legs, leaning forward to place my lips against hers as I brush my throbbing cock up and down through her soaking folds.
The beat of a question in her eyes lasts only a fraction of a moment before the desire overtakes any doubt.
“I need you,” I growl. “I need us.”
“I know,” she whispers, inching her hips down to the edge of the sofa as the tip of my dick teases at her entrance.
I crush my lips to hers and clutch her hips in my hands. In one fluid motion, I pull her on top of me, spinning us around to seat myself in the center of the red velvet and looking up into those blue eyes. All I see within their depths is her trust, her willingness to follow me wherever this leads, and I'm flooded with thoughts I’ve never had before, never even dreamed.
“I’m going to be inside you, Seleme. I’m not going to put anything between us, either. I can’t bear the thought. Your pussy is going to suck the cum out of me, and whatever happens, happens.”
There’s a note of question in her eyes as I line up my cock with her heat, and she leans down to press her lips to mine. As our kiss deepens, she lowers her hips, and my cock is already on the edge of exploding.
Then there’s a loud knock at the door.
“Seleme.” Her father’s voice booms through the heavy wood, the only barrier separating him from his naked daughter, ready to lose her virginity to the very man he just hired to protect her. “I know you are in there. With him.”
Before we can move, the door swings open and I see the fury in his eyes.
Seven
Maxim
“HEY.” DIMITRI COMES into the office at my place, holding a scotch on the rocks out to me. I shake my head, but he blows out a long breath and shakes the glass in front of me, making the ice clink against the sides. “Take it, asshole, or I’m going to feel guilty for drinking your liquor on my own. And don’t think I won’t, because this is a fucking hobby for me and I’m jealous right now. Did you even know that cellar was down there? I need a drink, you need a drink, and we’re going to take advantage of Castori’s generosity in giving you this house. And you’re going to watch Bride of Dracula or something. Take your mind off it. If you don’t relax, you’re going to have a heart attack. You also have to sleep sometime, you know.”
