“Champagne first,” he said and scooted to the side closest to the villa. He poured two glasses and handed one to her. She took it, raised it and knocked it against his.
“Cheers.” She sipped it, the bubbles exploding on her tongue, and watched Veiron do the same. “So is this a romantic gesture, or is this to give me some false courage so I don’t go back on the whole tasting thing?”
Veiron laughed. “I was being romantic, but if you want to believe I have an ulterior motive, go ahead... I don’t think I need you drunk for you to let me bite you... I think you want it just as much as I do.”
He couldn’t have been more right but Erin didn’t let him see that. She closed her eyes, drained her champagne glass and handed it back to him to refill. He poured her another glass and she sipped this one.
Veiron caught her other arm and dragged her across to him. He turned her and pulled her onto his lap, so she was sitting on his thighs with her back to his front and one of his arms banded across her chest. She sipped her drink and gently paddled with her feet, staring out at the black ocean and enjoying the moment. Moonlight rippled across the sea. The world had gone quiet, only their breathing and the waves breaking the silence.
When she had dreamed about coming to the Maldives in the past, it had always featured a man and had always been a romantic getaway, but she had never imagined it would be like this. It was perfect as she sat on Veiron’s lap, the hot water bubbling around them, sipping champagne and enjoying the silence. Enjoying just being together. She had never imagined she would find a man like Veiron, one who was strong and capable of taking care of her and himself, but romantic and poetic too.
Erin stared at the shore, at the place where she had practically exchanged vows with him. She smiled to herself and leaned back into him. He held her closer and pressed his lips against her bare shoulder.
“What are you thinking?” he husked into her ear and she shivered at the feel of his warm breath caressing her damp skin.
“Just how perfect this is.” She paddled her feet and sighed, tipping her head back and resting it on his shoulder. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
He chuckled. “I would like that too.”
A chill washed over her skin. “But we can’t... can we? You need to go to Hell and sooner or later we’ll have to leave this place.”
Veiron shifted behind her, causing small waves to cascade across the water, and she heard him set his glass down. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tight against him, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I have to go... you know that. I’ll be careful. The little fucker won’t get me. Promise.” He kissed her cheek and Erin wished that promise had chased the cold feeling from her but it hadn’t. She understood that Veiron had to know what his future held and that he was going to Hell for her sake too, but she hated the thought of him returning to that realm and placing himself in so much danger.
Her vision hadn’t shown anyone other than her, Veiron and the Devil, but she couldn’t take comfort from the fact that Marcus would be there and she wouldn’t. Her vision had shown something different to what had happened on the rooftop in London too. They were screwy. What if Marcus only took her place, trying to stop the Devil from killing Veiron?
“Don’t think about it,” Veiron whispered and stroked her arms under the water. It felt cold against her now. She tried to shake off her bad feeling but it refused to go.
“I don’t want to... maybe you need to take my mind off it.”
Veiron chuckled again and kissed her cheek. “I can do that.”
He settled his hands on her hips and ground his hard cock against her bottom. She moaned and bit her lip, the thought of making love with him again chasing away some of her fear. She needed this moment with him, this calm before the storm. She had never needed anything so much.
Veiron peppered her cheek and throat with soft kisses.
“I want to touch you while I’m inside you... one with you,” he murmured against her cheek and it flushed, hot from the thought of him doing that. She wanted it too.
He took her glass of champagne from her and set it down beside his. His hands claimed her hips again and he easily lifted her from the water. Her heart fluttered when he positioned himself and slowly eased her down onto his length. It felt amazing as it stretched her, filling her and joining them once again. She moaned as he shifted his hands to her thighs and spread them, so her legs dangled either side of his. The first brush of his fingers over her clitoris tore another breathy moan from her throat and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Veiron moaned into her ear.
“Feels so good,” he whispered and kissed her shoulder, worshipping it as his fingers toyed with her bundle of nerves.
Erin wanted him to move inside her, to thrust deep, but he remained still, just filling her as he pleasured her. She writhed, shifting on his cock, hungry for more than just his touch. He caught her hip with his free hand and made her still. She whined.
“I just want to feel you climax,” he husked into her ear and she moaned, heat flashing through her over how needy he sounded, as though it was vital to him.
She settled on him, focusing on the feel of him inside her, joining their bodies, and the way his fingers danced on her clitoris. Each stroke and swirl cranked her tighter, until she was moaning breathily, tensing and wriggling, losing control of herself. She needed more.
Erin slipped her hand under the water and settled it over his, wanting to feel him touching her. She arched forwards and her breasts cleared the surface, the cool night air causing her nipples to pucker. Erin couldn’t resist. She lifted her other hand and toyed with one of her nipples, playing with it while Veiron did the same to her nub. She clenched her muscles around his cock, drawing him deeper, pushing down on his impressive length. Veiron groaned and his free hand joined hers, teasing her other nipple. He pinched and tugged it, gently swirled his fingertip around it, and then rolled it between his fingers. Each action elicited another moan from her, winding her insides and bringing her one step closer to orgasm.
The feel of his strong hand teasing her clitoris, his long cock filling her, and his fingers toying with her nipples was all too much. Erin bit her lip, shifting on his cock, trying to keep still but unable to control her body as she sought her climax. Veiron grunted each time she lifted off him and forced her back down, pinning her there for a few seconds before teasing her nipple again. She screwed her eyes shut and he squeezed her clitoris, and the tension inside her exploded, her body quaking around his, milking his length as she came.
Veiron moaned and held her against him, as though savouring the feel of her body trembling around his, squeezing and clenching him. Erin collapsed back against him, heat chasing over her skin and her entire body shaking. She breathed hard, bringing herself down little by little. As the haze of her orgasm began to clear, she focused on the feel of Veiron still inside her, and her desire spiked right back up.
He had given her pleasure and taken none for himself.
Erin was determined to change that.
CHAPTER 20
Veiron groaned as Erin raised herself off his erection and turned to face him, settling herself straight back on it. He clutched her bottom and kissed her, pouring out the hunger that had steadily built inside him while he had been pleasuring her. The feel of her climaxing on his cock had been delicious, cranking him tight with need, until he had been close to coming too. He didn’t think he would last long if she turned the tables on him now.
He kept kissing her, keeping her hips still so she didn’t try to ride him, buying himself time to calm down so he would last longer than a few seconds. That would hardly be the perfect end to what was becoming a perfect evening. He was fucked if he was going to shoot his load like a virgin. He wanted to make love to his woman, wanted to pleasure her again and spoil her to all others.
Mine.
She had consented to it and it had awakened some deep primal male side o
f him. What he felt for her now went beyond possessive. She was his woman. His to protect and love, to cherish and to pleasure. And he was hers.
He was sure that there had been a time not so long ago when he had told himself not to go here, that she was mortal and things would never work out between them. Erin was mortal and he didn’t care. He would either find a way to make her immortal or he would find a way to make himself mortal. He wanted to live with her for the rest of her days and die with her. He wanted nothing to come between them.
Erin sat back on him and he grunted, the change in position making him aware of where his cock was again. She was so hot and wet, so relaxed and ready for him to pump into her. He groaned and tried to kiss her again, but she ran her hands down his chest and leaned back, making her body tighter around his.
She picked up her glass of champagne and sipped it. Veiron groaned again. She couldn’t seriously be suggesting they drink and chat while he was buried deep in her heat.
Veiron took the glass from her, set it back down, and snaked his arm around her waist. She giggled when he dragged her against him and kissed her, hard and fierce, a rough meeting of their mouths and tangling of their tongues.
Erin raised herself up and then sank down on him, and his hands shot to her hips. He guided her on his cock, pumping deeply and slowly into her, savouring the heat that steadily built between them. She clutched his arms and moaned into his mouth, tongue brushing his and teasing him. He slanted his head and deepened the kiss, needing more of her.
Veiron tensed his bottom, thrusting his cock up each time she sank down, their movements causing waves in the hot tub. Erin moaned and tightened her grip on his shoulders, holding him so fiercely that it bordered on painful. It only added to his pleasure. He groaned to let her know that he liked this side of her, this commanding and passionate woman. Her pace quickened until she was riding him hard and moaning into his mouth each time their hips met, her body rubbing against his. Veiron grasped her bottom, pressing his fingers in, guiding her and matching her pace.
Her body was so hot around him, so wet and sweet. Her hands literally branded his flesh as she held him.
The passion and desire clouding his mind cleared enough for him to realise that something was wrong. He broke away from Erin and looked down at her body. Water droplets fizzled on her skin and heat rose from the water around her. Hot.
“Erin?” Veiron said and she moaned, writhed, and rode him harder.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned and screwed her eyes shut. Her pulse hammered in her throat and Veiron felt a deep urge to bite her.
It wasn’t the only urge he was feeling. She felt amazing as she bounced on his cock but whatever change was coming over her, it was affecting him too. It called to his darker side, the demon within him, and drew it to the surface, luring him into changing.
His nails sharpened into black claws and Erin moaned, throwing her head back and arching into him. He grunted and swallowed, tried to keep his focus but it was impossible. Everything in him said to forget his concern and just go with it, go along with the incredible heat and pleasure flowing through him. He couldn’t get enough of her as she rode him, clutching him and moaning so sweetly.
“Veiron,” she breathed, passion and hunger roughening her voice, and his teeth began to sharpen. She moaned again, as though she had felt the change and liked it. That only made the demonic side of him push harder.
When his teeth finished sharpening, she cried loudly and responded by lifting almost all the way off his cock before sinking back onto him, hard and fast, rough and passionate. He groaned and held her hips, keeping her moving on him, too far gone to stop now. She felt too good around him.
Erin didn’t slow her pace. She kept riding him, undulating her hips, milking his cock as though she couldn’t get enough of him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. His balls were tightening, body tensing and readying for his climax. He groaned and breathed hard, struggling against his desire to change completely. He couldn’t. He would tear her apart if he did. He tried to tamp it down and keep control. Erin rocked on him, moaning and writhing, her head thrown back and breasts glistening under the moonlight. Steam curled around her, her heat invading him now, turning his blood to fire.
“Veiron,” she whispered and snapped her head down. She kissed him, devouring his mouth, her taste so sweet and hot. “Keep going. It feels so good.”
He thrust into her, countering her movements, losing himself in the moment again. She moaned with each plunge of his cock into her welcoming heat and each one made him thrust harder, pump deeper, until he was pounding into her. Her breasts bounced with each hard meeting of their hips and she cried out with each one, calling his name. He didn’t care if anyone heard them. All they would know was that Erin belonged to him.
“Feels so good,” she murmured breathlessly and moved her hips in a figure of eight, her hands tangling in the short lengths of her black hair. “I want to feel you climax.”
Veiron growled and dragged her against him, sucking her nipple and teasing it with his sharp teeth as he plunged into her, eliciting another high groan from his woman.
She buried her fingers into his hair, clinging to him, and her skin heated under his lips. He didn’t understand what was happening and then it didn’t matter.
She convulsed against him, her inner walls clenched him and she cried out as she climaxed. Heat flashed through his body, burning up his blood, sending his head spinning and he couldn’t hold back. He shoved her down onto his cock, impaling her, and came hard. His balls throbbed, every muscle in his body twitching, and he groaned. He couldn’t stop. He shot his seed into her and her body milked him, drawing his orgasm out, until she moaned his name and climaxed again, and so did he.
Veiron collapsed against her chest, leaning over her, breathing hard and struggling to remain conscious.
Erin shifted on his still-hard cock and pushed him backwards.
His gaze flickered to her throat and the pulse beating there. An urge to bite her overtook him and he couldn’t stop himself this time. He grabbed her, dragged her against him, and sank his sharp red teeth into the smooth unmarked skin on the left side of her throat.
Erin cried out again, shouting his name to the heavens.
Veiron trembled, heat rushing through his veins as the first drop of her blood touched his tongue. It flowed into him, bringing incredible fire with it, an inferno that made him feel as though he was going to burn to ashes and that unleashed his darker side. His eyes changed and he growled against her throat. Erin quaked in his arms, clutching his head to her and her body throbbing around his.
He took barely a sip of her blood before he pulled away, awareness of what he had done dawning on him. Blood marked her throat, dark in the low light. It beaded on the rows of puncture wounds. He shouldn’t have bitten her. He had no way of stopping the cuts from bleeding. He leaned in and licked the wounds, and Erin moaned and shivered again, the sound so light and breathless that he groaned in response. He licked the marks again, tasting her sweet blood, and then drew back.
No new blood blossomed on her skin.
He frowned and looked closer. The marks looked smaller. Was she healing them somehow?
Veiron looked at her. She smiled shyly and touched the marks on her throat.
He was still trying to catch up with everything when she curled up against him and settled her head on his chest. She stroked it with her left hand, drawing wet patterns on his skin, and murmured contentedly.
Veiron touched her back and frowned. She was ice cold. He went to lift her up and she moaned.
“Don’t move, not yet... I just want to lie like this a while.” She held onto him and he relented and settled with her, sinking lower in the water so it covered her shoulders.
He held her, his body still inside hers, and stroked her wet hair.
“What the fuck just happened?” he whispered, needing to ask even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to answer that question. He just need
ed to hear that she was aware things had gone severely into the weird just now.
“I don’t know,” she said and her hand stopped and rested on his chest. “I just did whatever my desire said to do... and then I felt so hot... and every time you showed a little more of your demonic side, I... you know.”
He did know. She had responded to it, as though she had been feeding off his change, gaining pleasure from it.
“You were hot,” he said and she curled up closer to him, and he felt her fear.
“It was my power. I could feel it inside me... growing... pushing.” Those words were quietly spoken and small sounding, as though she hadn’t wanted to say them because doing so would be admitting that it had controlled her to a degree.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart.” Veiron wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, letting her know without words that he was there for her and nothing was going to change that. She didn’t need to fear. “My power is the same. Sometimes it feels as though it isn’t a part of me. There’s nothing to be worried about.”
“Promise?” she said and he nodded.
“I promise.”
“I thought demons weren’t big on promises,” she said and there was a smile in her voice at last.
He grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re not, but I’ll make an exception for you. I swear to you, Erin, I’ll find out what your power is and we’ll deal with it together. You’re not alone and you never will be. I’m here with you.”
Veiron held her closer, a need to protect her burning in his heart. He would get the answers for her and would make everything better. He would take care of her because he loved her with all of his heart and her happiness was his.
For now, he would take care of her immediate needs. He reached over to the control panel for the hot tub and cranked the temperature up. He would get her warm and then take her to bed. She needed her rest and so did he.
He would go to Hell with Marcus soon but he wasn’t worried about his own safety. He was worried about Erin’s.
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