“You’re vampire now sweetheart. Your way of thinking, what you believe, everything will change. Being polite and politically correct with our speech isn’t exactly a priority in the vampire world.” He smiled again. “I like to hear you tell me my cock is big and that you think it’s beautiful. I like to hear you say cock and I like the feel of my cock in your hand, I liked it when it was in your mouth but I really can’t wait until it’s inside your cunt again.” Heat flared in his eyes as he stared down at me, before lowering his gaze to where I still held him in my hand.
“Are you going to fight feeling pleasure this time? You put up a good battle before but I would have done that forever until I made you come, you know that don’t you? I’m stubborn, always have been.”
“Oh Faith, Faith you test me, but we both know despite what you think you see in your dreams, I am no good for you. I am just that, a dream, a made up image you see when you sleep. The reality of what I am is nothing like the man you think I am, and the distorted image has given you this romantic, ideal view of me. I have destroyed lives, I have more than likely destroyed the relationship amongst our family, I have certainly been instrumental in destroying yours, and if you hang around me, I will bring you down with me.” He grabbed my shoulders firmly, his face up close to mine. “Don’t make me into something I am not.”
My dead and silent heart squeezed tightly in my chest at his words. It wasn’t just what he said though. It was the bleak, dark look of total despair in his eyes that made my whole body ache for him. He was so wrong about himself. He was good and kind and he cared for others, his love was unselfish and deep. It hurt that he wouldn’t see what I saw for us. I hated that he hated himself, and that he considered himself unworthy. That he believed he had no right to feel pleasure or happiness.
I was going to make him feel. He might not want to feel anything emotionally, but I was sure as hell going to make him feel physically, and I was going to give him a day in this motel that he would not forget in a very long time.
Chapter Seventeen
Adrian
Adrian silently groaned at the look in Faith’s eyes. She just wasn’t listening to him he was sure. The way she looked at him, with such a sweet, kind, caring look in those startling blue eyes of hers. One look from her and he could almost believe he was the man she saw in her dreams, but then he would think of Lucas and Katherine, what he’d put them through. Then his thoughts turned to the evening and how it had become totally out of control so fast. Everyone had turned on one another, Flame had almost killed him. A part of him wished she’d been successful too but her attack on him had only made things worse and everyone had ended up hurting each other because of him.
His troubled eyes met hers again as she still stood silently staring up at him. The look on her face worried him because his gut instinct told him she was looking at him with unrealistic expectations. She was romanticising him, this time together, everything in fact and if she didn’t stop that, she would be hurt and that didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t want to cause her any pain, but she had to stop imagining that they were meant to be together.
Adrian’s attention was brought back to the present almost painfully, when he felt Faith’s surprisingly firm grip clamp down on his cock, squeezing him.
“Stop it Adrian, don’t think beyond the here and now, just feel.” She ran her hand along the length of him and back down again.
He watched the movement of her hand on him for a moment before grabbing her and swinging her up into his arms. She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder and walked to the bed with her. Just as he went to toss her onto it, she surprised him by sinking her teeth into his ass and he swore raising one hand to slap her hard across the back of her thighs.
She squealed again and her squeal turned to a scream when he threw her onto the bed where she bounced a few times, arms and legs flailing. He grinned at her. “You know squealing isn’t the way a vampire would behave you know.”
“Yeah and acting like a tortured soul isn’t either Adrian.” She shot back at him.
Her words just made him laugh even more. “You’re wrong there. A tortured soul is quite typical behaviour for a vampire. You should have seen Lucian when he thought his relationship with Arissa was over, and even Damien when Flame hated him for turning her vampire. They were both miserable as all hell, so unhappy, tortured, in pain. They were consumed by their anguish, so no sweetheart, a tortured vampire is quite normal behaviour.”
“Well do you think you can put your tortured soul on hold for the rest of the time we’re here together and get on this bed and fuck me?” She asked and Adrian tried to hold back a grin at her use of the word ‘fuck’. It sounded so alien coming off her lips, when in his mind she was an innocent. That was until he met her eyes and the lustful gleam in their stunning depths was anything but that.
He climbed onto the bed kneeling at the end of it and curled his hands around her ankles dragging her towards him until her legs were either side of his thighs. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved his hands up her legs, caressing her soft skin.
With her legs spread he could smell the arousal coming off her and unable to help himself, he let his focus shift to the narrow trail of soft pale curls which guarded her sweet little cunt.
He released Faith and moved off the bed again before reaching for her and hauling her to the edge. He dropped to his knees and threw her legs over his shoulders so his lips were almost against her clit. With one long sweep of his tongue, he licked her from the sensitive little bud down over her folds to that tight little hole. Damn he wanted in there; he wanted to put his cock in that virginal ass of hers.
Still he’d work her up to that. He’d claim her ass but not right now. Again he licked his way up to her clit and began to circle it before flicking his tongue over it feeling her twitch under his touch. While he licked at her, he pushed two fingers into her, burying them deep. She was already wet, dripping wet and while he was coated in her juices he moved his fingers down to her ass again and slowly slipped one inside.
She gasped and tensed slightly, but she didn’t make any effort to stop him as he pushed past the ring of tight muscles and kept going until he was as deep in her as he could get.
Finally with one finger inside her ass and his tongue on her clit, he began to work her towards her orgasm. It didn’t take long and Faith began to writhe around as he caressed her, her hips rising up pressing her cunt more firmly against his lips.
When he could tell she was poised on the brink of her orgasm, he pulled his finger from her, removed his mouth from her clit and stood up.
“No, Adrian, please.” She moaned, her eyes shooting open to stare up at him in confusion.
He could see her arousal clouding the normally bright blue and the desperation when she moved one hand between her legs obviously to finish herself off.
“No Faith, don’t touch yourself. Patience sweetheart; do you really think I’d leave you like this?” He swept his fingers between her legs, coating them with her juices before raising them to his lips and sucking the evidence of her desire from his skin. “Damn you taste so good.” He groaned grabbing her feet and placing them against his chest. “Leave them there.” He said, leaning towards her, which forced her knees up until they were either side of her head. At that angle she was tilted right up to him and the sight of her open, exposed to him, so obviously ready for him, had him desperate to be inside her.
Bending forward, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her, feeling her arousal wet him, inviting him inside her. He didn’t need inviting, he wanted inside her, despite that one tiny part of his mind that was still rational telling him this was a mistake. She wanted tonight or today? He would give her that, and with one fluid thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her.
They both groaned at the feeling of their bodies joining, that sensual coming together, that union that made them as one. She was so damned tight and at the angle her body was tilted, he was as deep in
side her as he could go. He could feel her inner muscles contracting around him and he groaned again before beginning to move slowly in and out of her.
Gradually as his excitement grew, he started to move faster, and spurred on by the sounds coming from Faith, he thrust harder into her. She began to moan and tighten around him so he knew she was getting close to her release. With a grunt, he drove even harder into her, determined to make her come. He could feel the pressure building in him; his balls were tightening, a tingling in his lower spine signalling he was close to his own release, but he fought not to give in to the urgent demands of his body. He wasn’t going to come. This was for her.
Holding on to Faith tightly, he pounded into her, and when she finally cried out, it was music to his ears. When he felt the wash of her orgasm around his cock, he groaned. It was intense, it was fucking incredible; her tight little cunt milking him and still she came. She didn’t just come though, she squirted, spectacularly, soaking him, soaking the bed and when he felt her sag slightly as he held her, he pulled out of her, letting her limp body fall to the bed.
He dropped to the bed by her side and savoured the agony of his aching body and its desperate need for release. He ignored it though. He’d already come once; he’d made Faith come and now he could lie and suffer the way he deserved.
Faith shifted alongside of him and he felt the bed dip as she rolled towards him. “Adrian? What’s wrong? Why did you stop? You didn’t come did you? You’re still so hard; let me help you with that.”
When he felt her hand close around him he flinched and wrapped his larger hand over hers to halt her movements. “No sweetheart let it be. I don’t need to come again.”
She snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re hard as a rock, let me help you come. That looks painful.” She rose to her knees by his side. “Oh this isn’t part of your tortured soul routine again is it? Determined to suffer for all you feel you’ve done wrong?” Again she snorted. “For fuck sakes Adrian, snap out of it.”
He watched in an almost detached manner as she climbed over him until she straddled his stomach. Bending down she brushed her lips over his. “Don’t do this, don’t punish yourself. You’re a good person, you’re kind and caring and you deserve happiness.”
With each word he felt his stomach clench. She was so wrong about him. She saw what she wanted to see, she didn’t see the real man. No he wasn’t a man, he was an animal, a vampire, and he was a killer.
“You’re wrong Faith. You see what you want to see in your dreams, but this is me. Look at me, look at what I’ve done.” He closed his eyes and began to swear, a string of oaths that went on and on before finally he opened his eyes again. “Dammit, I want you. I don’t deserve the chance to be inside someone as sweet and beautiful as you. I’m unworthy of feeling any happiness or pleasure…but...” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, but then he hesitated for a moment. “I want to fuck you; I want to fuck you here.” He reached around her to touch her ass. “Will you let me?” As Adrian watched her face, he placed a hand on her arm and waited for the familiar flood of emotions to fill him so he could read what she wanted. He wanted her to agree to anal sex because she wanted to not because she was trying to please him. He shouldn’t be suggesting anything with her. Every time he took her, she probably thought there was more of a chance for them to be together. She was so hard to resist though, and she was so sweet and giving. She saw the man he wanted to be, that he wished he was. He wanted to claim her, he wanted to possess all of her, to be able to call her his, just for this short time. He’d taken her virginity, now he wanted to make his mark on her virginal ass.
He had no idea what she was thinking since he couldn’t read anything off her. He wasn’t used to that and it was a little unsettling, not being able to read her emotions. Since he couldn’t feel what she was feeling, his eyes shifted to her face again just as she smiled down at him.
“Ok Adrian. You will be my first which is perfect because you have been my first in everything so far. Come…take me.”
Faith
Of course as soon as the words passed my lips I felt a moment of panic. I’d never had anal sex before. Hell, up until recently, I’d never had sex of any kind. I’d never given a man a blow job, a hand job; I’d barely done anything but kiss someone and now everything I’d done and was going to do, was all with this man beneath me. Despite my slight apprehension which I tried to dismiss by telling myself I was a vampire and I needed to start acting like one, I trusted Adrian and I certainly trusted him not to hurt me.
He smiled at me and lifted me until I was still straddling him but no longer sitting on him. One hand moved between my legs and I felt his fingers push inside me. I was still so wet from my release that it made a funny squelching noise in the otherwise silent room. He thrust them in and out of me a couple of times before removing them again. I caught a brief glimpse of them drenched with my juices before he slipped his hand further back and began to rub his fingers over my ass.
Several times he repeated the process until he seemed satisfied before gripping my hip in one hand while the other one took hold of his cock. I felt the swollen head of his shaft press against that otherwise unchartered area of my body and slowly he began to work his way inside me.
“Push sweetheart, push against me and let me in.” His voice sounded strained and when I shot a glance at his face, I could see how hard it was for him. He was incredibly aroused and I suspected he wanted nothing more than to drive himself into me, but he was going slowly for my sake.
I did what he asked and pushed against him, feeling him slide in a bit further before suddenly with a slight jerk, he breeched the tight ring of muscles and paused, with little more than the head of his cock inside me. God, I felt stretched already and there was so much of him still not in me.
Adrian thrust again, his movements slow, controlled and as he filled me, my head fell back, my lips parting, and I moaned against the alien feeling of having him there. I felt full, incredibly filled by him and I could do nothing more than give myself over to the intensity of it all.
“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” He asked. “Oh god Faith, fuck, it’s incredible, and you feel amazing. You’re…so…fucking…tight.”
“No it doesn’t hurt, but you feel so big and I feel really full. So what are you going to do now?” I asked him.
He smiled at me and his hands closed over my hips. “This.” Was all he said, and gently raised me until he was almost all the way out of me again, before carefully lowering me. I gasped from the sensation as he pushed in even deeper this time, taking me, possessing me, totally consuming me. The feeling of being so full was almost overwhelming; I wasn’t sure how I was going to take it.
Slowly he settled into a rhythm, thrusting into me, his eyes locked on mine. I was surprised when I started to feel something which I recognised as growing pleasure. I hadn’t expected to feel anything but discomfort with him buried deep in my ass. My eyes drifted shut momentarily, until one more forceful thrust had them opening again to focus on him.
Adrian’s eyes were narrowed to mere slits and all I could see was a sliver of the unusual pale blue, green and grey as he watched me. I stared down at him, finding myself transfixed by his sheer masculine beauty, the passion that burned in his eyes and the lust that clearly showed on his features.
He shifted under me; the hand on my hip moving to delve between my legs, and he brushed his thumb over my clit, making me cry out. It was so sensitive, so swollen; I almost couldn’t take it. While he kept a thumb over it, he pushed two fingers into me, and I screamed at the overwhelming, all consuming, fullness. He was everywhere in me, owning me and possessing me, and I was powerless against the intensity of it all.
He didn’t let up on me, in fact he picked up the pace, moving faster and faster as he fucked me up the ass and pushed two fingers in and out of my pussy in time to the movement of his cock. That all combined with his thumb on my clit, and I found myself catapulting towards an
orgasm I was scared would be too much for me to handle.
The pressure built up and up until finally I exploded. I screamed, I screamed long and loud, my screams turning to sobs as I came and came, my body totally consumed and overpowered by the most amazingly mind blowing pleasure I’d ever experienced. I clamped down around him, every muscle in my body tensing, tightening, and gripping him. Still I came; my muscles squeezing him, clenching around his fingers, his name falling from my lips as little more than a husky whisper, before I finally collapsed on his chest, my body drained, depleted, unable to give anything more.
Under me, Adrian still thrust, working towards his own orgasm, his movements bouncing me like a rag doll on top of him. As I lay weak, surprisingly weak on him, he took over completely, raising his hips under me as he thrust harder and faster. I could hear him making soft grunts low in his throat, but despite his punishing pace now, I could tell, he couldn’t seem to let himself let go.
I raised my head enough to look into his eyes and I saw a level of desperation unlike anything I’d seen before. I could see he was torn. Torn with the desire to come, and torn with the relentless desire to punish himself.
“Come on Adrian, stop fighting it. Come, please come.” I begged him before burying my fangs into his chest, right above his heart.
“FUCK FAITH!” He bellowed and I felt him go rigid under me. With one more violent thrust up which tossed me like I was mounted on a rodeo bull, Adrian finally let go.
His hands clasped tightly on my hips as he ground up into me. As he thrust he also pulled me down hard against him pumping his release deep inside my ass. Over and over I felt his cock jerk from the force of his orgasm and next to my ear when I moved my head up near his, I could hear him swearing. Gradually he began to settle until there was little more than the odd tremor through his big body. I felt moisture on my skin and raised my head, surprised to see tears tracking their way down his cheeks.
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