by Folsom, Tina
Swiftly, he pulled her onto her knees, her beautiful heart-shaped ass pointing up. Her moist petals glistened invitingly. Without hesitation, he drove into her from behind, holding her hips steady so she would absorb the impact fully and not crash against the headboard.
Ursula moaned into the pillow.
“Fuck! You’re even tighter that way.”
“And you’re bigger,” she claimed, panting as she tried to support herself on her elbows.
Her interior muscles gripped him tightly, squeezed him as hard as if she were holding him in her fist. Her warm heat lubricated him and made every thrust a smooth slide into silk, into heaven. His body worked without any conscious thought, his breaths coming in rapid succession, his heart beating like a jackhammer. His cock moved back and forth in a rapid rhythm, his hands holding so tightly onto her hips that he knew he would leave marks. But he couldn’t stop himself.
Ursula was laid out in front of him, vulnerable and enticing. She gave him the same feeling he experienced when hunting for blood. The same sensation overcame him now: he felt powerful and invincible as he fucked her, knowing that she was at his mercy. That he alone determined her fate. Yet at the same time, he knew what he wanted for her was nothing evil: he wanted her pleasure, to lead her into ecstasy. He had power over her body now, the power to make her feel desired. The beast inside him started to withdraw.
Finally, he was able to slow his thrusts and slide in and out of her with gentler motions. He looked down to where his cock disappeared in her body, the sight of her pink flesh exciting him. To know that she had enough trust in him to let him put her into this vulnerable position filled his heart with pride. His hands loosened their grip on her hips, and he stroked her beautiful ass.
He slid his hands under the red negligee and moved them along her back, caressing her. Then he touched her chest, filling both his hands with her breasts. They weren’t big, not as voluptuous as those of other women he’d known, but he didn’t mind. They were enough for his hands, and they were firm and young, and her nipples responsive.
The small buds were still hard. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them, making her cry out again.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever made love to.”
At his words, she met his thrust with an equal but opposite reaction, doubling the impact. It sent a bolt of lightning into his balls, adding fuel to the fire that was raging inside him. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer if she kept this up. But he couldn’t slow himself down either, and on the next thrust, he felt his balls tightening. The rush of semen shooting through his cock was the last thing he felt before he exploded inside her, his body going into spasms as he experienced the most amazing orgasm he’d ever had.
As he collapsed on top of her, he realized with horror that Ursula hadn’t come with him. He hadn’t delivered the pleasure he’d promised. Dismayed, he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking into her eyes.
“Why?”
“Because you didn’t come.”
“I told you, it’s difficult for me.”
He couldn’t accept that as a fact. And he wouldn’t rest, until he had rectified this situation. He rid himself of the boxer briefs that hindered his movements, then he pushed her thighs apart once more and settled between them, bringing his still-hard cock to her sex.
“But you’re done,” Ursula protested.
“But you’re not.” He drove back into her. “And as I see it—” He glanced at the silk scarves around her wrists. “—you’re still tied up, which means, you’re still at my mercy.”
She smiled. “So what are you planning now?”
He delivered a gentle thrust with his cock. There was one way to heighten her arousal and make it easier for her to climax. “I want you to feel my bite.”
Oliver watched as her face turned from excitement to apprehension. Her lips started to trembled.
“Oliver, please . . . ”
“Hear me out, Ursula.” He gently brushed his finger over her lips. “It won’t be a real bite. My fangs will never touch your flesh.”
Her forehead worked itself into a frown. “How?”
He’d never tried what he was about to suggest, but he hoped it would work. “I’ll use mind control to make you feel the bite without actually biting you. You’ll feel all the same sensations, the arousal, the excitement.”
She looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise. “You can do that?”
“You know about mind control.”
Ursula nodded. “They used it on me to stop me from . . . ”
“From touching yourself. And I can use it now to help you climax.” If he could manage. His attempts at mind control had been hit-and-miss up till now. But he wasn’t going to burden Ursula with that.
“But why would you do that? You won’t feel the bite yourself, will you?”
Oliver let his fingers trail down to her neck, caressing the tender skin where her pulse beat against his touch. “No, I won’t feel it, but I’ll be seeing it in your eyes, I’ll hear it in your moans, and I’ll feel it in the way your body moves. And then, when you come, I’ll feel it, because your muscles will spasm around my cock, squeezing me so tightly that I’ll come a second time.”
He noticed her chest rise and fall and her eyelids flutter.
“All I want is your pleasure.” He reminded her of his cock, which was still inside her, by plunging deeper into her. “Do you trust me?”
Her voice was breathless, when she answered after what seemed like an eternity. “Do it.”
His heart expanded when he heard her answer. The trust she offered him was the greatest gift he could have ever expected from her. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, he gazed into her dark orbs.
“I think I could fall in love with you.” Unless it had happened already. He didn’t know. What he felt for Ursula was new and so utterly exciting that he felt like he was on a high. As if he’d drunk her drugged blood. But did that mean he was falling in love with her? Or did he simply feel that way because sex with her was spectacular?
“Oliver . . . ” A moist sheen spread in her eyes.
He bent down to her, brushing his lips over hers for a feather light kiss. “I wish I could sink my fangs into you and taste you, feel that connection with you that only the bite can provide. But the risk is too great. For both of us.” He kissed his way to her neck, sensing her tremble under his lips. “So you’ll have to experience this for both of us.”
He lifted his head and looked deep into her eyes. Then he channeled his thoughts, feeling the warmth that collected in his center.
He sent his first thought to her mind. While she wouldn’t hear his actual words, her body would feel the sensations he was conveying. Ursula, you feel my lips on your neck.
A corresponding hitch in her breath told him that he’d reached her. He noticed how she shivered.
It’s warm and pleasant. My tongue is licking over your skin. You feel the sharp edge of my teeth scraping against your flesh. It excites you.
Ursula’s body arched toward him, and he recommenced the slow thrusts of his cock inside her warm sex. Her hips moved in synch with him.
“Yes,” she whispered.
You feel my mouth opening wider and my fangs piercing your skin. It’s like a pin prick. It doesn’t hurt. They sink deeper, lodging in your flesh, just like my cock is buried inside you.
She moaned and her lids lowered halfway.
Your body yearns for this. You feel the pull on your vein, and it feels like I’m licking your clit. Like I’m sucking your sweet pussy. You want me to take more.
“Oh God!” she cried out, her eyes searching his. All fear in them had vanished, and all he could see now was desire.
With every pull on your vein, you sense my touch more intensely. You feel me licking you. You feel every inch of my cock as I’m driving into you. Your heart beats in synch with
mine.
He could hear how her heartbeat adjusted to his, how she allowed him to control her reactions, to guide her in the sensual exploration of her body.
Your breasts are aching. Your nipples are hardening, burning. They can feel the tingling that spreads all over your body, the slow waves that wash over you. Heat engulfs you. The fire inside you is burning ever higher. You need me. You feel my cock filling you, my tongue licking your swollen clit.
Faster and harder. You feel the pressure build.
Oliver watched in rapt fascination how her body reacted to his suggestions. He’d never seen anything like this: every thought he planted in her mind took root and transformed Ursula into a woman burning with passion and desire. Her eyes shone with lust, her entire body was glistening with moisture, and her lips released sounds of pleasure he’d never heard from her. Her moans and sighs, her soft cries, they all aroused him, hardening his cock again. Even though he’d come only a few short minutes ago, he was ready again. All because Ursula excited him.
You feel my fangs pulling harder. Wanting more. And you want more too. You want to give me everything you have. You open up. You lay yourself bare. And then you feel everything at once. My fangs in your neck, my hands on your breasts, my tongue on your clit, and my cock in your pussy. Then the waves hit you like a tsunami. They wash over you.
Ursula’s interior muscles clenched around him, squeezing him just as tightly as he’d predicted when she climaxed, an expression of wonder in her eyes.
Oliver let go of his own control and joined her in her moment of bliss, shooting more semen into her welcoming body until they finally both stilled. He hugged her to him, pressing gentle kisses on her face and neck.
“Oh, my god,” she murmured, still breathless. “I never thought . . . ”
He lifted his head and smiled. “I’ve never experienced anything better.” It was the truth.
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Ursula enjoyed the way Oliver’s arms held her to his body as he lay behind her in the bathtub. The warm water sloshed around them, and she felt more relaxed than she had in a very long time. After they’d made love, he’d apologized for being so rough with her and had insisted that they take a bath together so he could soothe her sore body. It was true, he’d been a little rougher than the first time, when they’d had sex in the van, but he hadn’t hurt her.
“How did you become a vampire?”
She turned her head to look at him, and Oliver brushed a wet strand of hair from her cheek. His gestures were so tender and gentle that it was hard for her to reconcile them with the fact that he was a vampire.
“I had an accident. I was driving down a winding road with Quinn. We’d just left a party. I saw the car that came toward me too late and swerved. We hit a crane. I was thrown through the windshield.”
“You weren’t wearing a seatbelt?”
He shook his head. “I’d forgotten to put it on. I don’t know why—I always wore one. Maybe it was meant to be.” He forced a grim smile. “I was impaled on the shovel of an excavator.”
Ursula pulled in a deep breath. “Oh my god!” She could only imagine how painful it must have been.
“I don’t remember the impact or what followed. I was dying. If Quinn hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be here today. He turned me right there and then.”
“He saved you.” She stroked her hand over his cheek. “Why were you with him in the first place?”
“I worked for Scanguards. I think I might have told you about that before. I was the personal assistant of the owner, Samson. He took me under his wing, and he trusted me.” A pained expression came over his face.
“What’s wrong?”
Oliver closed his eyes for a moment. “When I realized that they were going to hide you from me, I was so angry I said terrible things to Samson.”
She tipped his chin up. “You have to apologize to him.”
“I know. But I can’t let him know that I found you. If I do, they’ll most likely move you somewhere else. I hate lying to my colleagues, but they don’t give me much of a choice.”
She faced away from him again and leaned against his chest. “They don’t believe that you can control your urges, is that it?”
Oliver combed his hands through her hair. “To them, I’m young and inexperienced. They think they know better.” He sighed. “Come, I’ll wash your hair.”
He pushed her lower in the tub so her hair sank into the water then pulled her up again. As he shampooed it, he continued, “Most of my colleagues have been around for a very long time. They’ve lived so many lifetimes that I think sometimes they forget what it’s like to be young.”
As Oliver massaged her head gently, she sighed contently. “You might be young, but you’re very good.”
He chuckled. “Good at making love?”
Ursula laughed. “Good at washing my hair.”
He huffed in mock-protest. “Wait until I get you underneath me again.”
“What if I want to be on top next time?”
“Oh, I’m totally open to that.”
“Are you?” she teased, enjoying the lighthearted banter between them.
“Mhm.” His hands continued to massage her scalp, and he fell silent for a few seconds. Then he cleared his throat. “Uh, Ursula. There’s something I wanted to ask you.”
Surprised at his hesitant tone, she tensed slightly. “Yes?”
“Remember when you told me that your captors wouldn’t allow you any sexual gratification?”
She nodded.
“You said that the reason was that they thought your blood wouldn’t be potent anymore.”
Ursula’s breath hitched. She knew where this conversation was going. And she didn’t know whether she dreaded it or welcomed it. “That’s what they claimed.”
“I was wondering . . . if that meant, the drugging affect of your blood would be gone forever, or just for a period of time, like maybe a few hours or days. Have you ever given it any thought?”
“I never thought of it. Not while I was imprisoned.” Though she’d been thinking of it since—ever since he’d told her in the van that he wanted to bite her while making love to her.
Oliver’s hands removed some of the foam from her hair, dropping it into the bathwater. Then his hands came up again, caressing her neck.
“Did you like my bite?”
A shiver ran down her spine, making her entire body tingle. “It was different from all the other bites. It was . . . gentle.” And she had loved it. But she was scared to admit it openly. Because it would invite too many problems.
Oliver pulled her back, dipping the back of her head into the water to rinse her hair. When she sat up again, he drew her back against his chest, circling his arms around her torso, his cheek next to hers.
Excitement and fear collided inside her when he dipped his head to kiss her neck. She held her breath, half dreading, half hoping that he would sink his fangs into her, but he removed his lips from her skin again.
“You were beautiful when I watched you react to my virtual bite. But I was envious too. Because you experienced it first hand and I didn’t.” His voice was husky, and one of his hands now slid down to her belly and lower still until he reached her sex. He cupped it, then extended his middle finger and drove into her.
She let out a stifled moan. “Oliver, I . . . it’s too risky. We don’t know what’ll happen.” She couldn’t let him bite her, not just for her own sake, but also for his. She didn’t want him to become a drug addict. She cared too much about him to let this happen. “Please, you don’t know how you’ll react to it.”
She sensed him freeze, then withdraw his hand from her sex. “Baby, did you think I was going to bite you now? I’m not.”
She turned her head, surprised. “You’re not? But why . . . I thought you were asking me.”
Oliver shook his head and smiled. “I wanted to know if you would allow me to take a sample of your blood and have it tested.”
“Tested?”
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nbsp; “Yes, you know that Maya is a doctor. We could give her samples of your blood from before we have sex and then again from after. And then she can see if there’s a difference. Maybe then we can figure out if what they said is true, and if it is, for how long your blood is safe after sex.”
The hopeful glint in his eyes was undeniable.
“Do you really think that Maya can do that?”
“She’s a good doctor. And she’s done a lot of research on what affects vampires and what doesn’t. I trust her.”
Slowly, she let the implications of his request sink in. “And if it’s safe, what will you do then?”
His blue eyes looked mesmerizing when he gazed at her with scarcely-restrained desire. She barely felt how he sat up and turned her body so that she straddled him. Underneath her, she felt the hard ridge of his erection probe at her core. Slowly, he pulled her down onto him, impaling her on his shaft.
“That’ll depend on you. It’s your decision.” He kissed her gently. “You already know what I want; now the question is: what do you want?”
A few days ago, her answer would have been clear cut and instantaneous, but tonight things were more complicated. She was falling in love with Oliver, and she wanted to give him everything he wanted. But did that include her blood? Was she willing to give him what her captors had stolen from her for three years? And if she did—if there was indeed a way for him to drink her blood without being affected by the drug within—would he be able to hold onto his control without falling into bloodlust and sucking her dry? She’d seen him when he’d craved blood before. What would happen when he couldn’t control that craving any longer?
“I don’t know what I want,” she murmured, tears forming in her eyes.
Oliver brushed his thumb over her cheek. “You have all the time in the world to make a decision. I’ll be waiting for as long as it takes.”
Then his lips were on hers, kissing her first softly, then more passionately, while his cock moved inside her in the same rhythm.
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“Here,” Oliver said after he and Ursula had gotten dressed. He pulled a cell phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
