by Celia Jade
“Your scent has been driving me crazy,” he purred as he tasted her delicate skin. “Citrus and honey.” He swept up and tugged her earlobe with his teeth, sending more shivers across her skin.
A sigh escaped her as she melted against the solid flesh of his chest. His erection was a hot rod on the small of her back. She bit back a groan, eager to fill the hollow ache of her sex with it.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any time, tell me,” he murmured.
She gave a brief nod.
Adrian’s hands came around to the front of her shirt. Instead of buttons, it had snaps, which he yanked apart within seconds, tossing the shirt to the carpet. He bit down gently on her shoulder as his large hands cupped her breasts over her bra.
He made a low growl of pleasure and lifted his mouth. “You’re absolutely delicious, Lydia. I’m going to devour you.”
A current of excitement arced through her. Devour me, yes.
He removed her bra and her jeans, leaving only the pair of black panties. She’d removed her boots at the front door. She experienced a jab of vulnerability, being exposed to his hungry gaze as it moved over her body. Her nipples tightened as did the ache in her sex. He lifted her into his arms as though she weighed little more than a feather. Lydia nuzzled his throat, breathed his scent of forests and his personal brand of vampire.
He laid her down on the sumptuous bed and she raised herself higher on one of the plush pillows. He stepped back, but never broke eye contact. He shed his clothes and a low sigh escaped her. A more gorgeous man she’d never seen. He was compact, honed flesh, from broad shoulders and smooth chest to bands of steel across his abdomen. Her breath caught at the sight of his cock. So thick she doubted her fingers could close around it fully. So long she wondered with a stab of concern if she could take it all in.
He removed something from the bedside table—it looked like a roll of black silk—and tossed it next to the pillow. Muscles rippled with contained power as he moved onto the bed. A shiver of fear and excitement coursed through her.
He nudged her legs apart with one of his as he lowered himself over her. She got up on her elbows to welcome the hunger of his mouth. Her fingers pushed into his thick midnight hair as he explored her mouth with moist strokes and nips. When his tongue pushed between her lips, the kiss turned urgent, a sweet invasion of deep jabs as his hand closed around her throat. Gentle, possessive pressure. The knowledge that he could take her life thrilled her in ways too decadent to admit, let alone fathom.
She arched and moaned into his mouth. Filled her senses with his energy, dark and sensual. Her head fell back, exposing her throat. A conscious temptation? She wasn’t sure. But walking along the edge of danger with this vampire made every nerve in her body tingle. Dampened the folds of her pussy.
“Lydia,” he warned, as his incisors grazed the unhurt side of her throat. He made a raw sound as he sucked the flesh into his mouth with controlled skill.
She was aware that the temptation to bite her was strong, that her teasing was a tad cruel. But an inherent part of Adrian was cruel. Not limited to his genes, but his social conditioning over time. He’d survived major human wars and the persecution of his race, killed other vampires to support a new revolution and justice system. He was enjoying this.
“You know I won’t bite you, little hunter,” he purred. “At least, not on the neck.”
She laughed, enjoying the sexy game. “I’m not little.”
He traced a delicious path down to her breasts as one hand cupped her. “Mmm…indeed. Such generous breasts.” He filled both hands with her flesh and feasted on her nipples.
She moaned and arched higher into him, pressed her belly to the hard length of his cock. Darts of pleasure shuddered over the taut peaks, fanning out over her chest. He swirled his tongue around one peak before teasing it with rapid tongue flicks. He repeated this with the other nipple and then pulled it deep into his mouth. He angled his head and exquisite pleasure-pain ripped through the tender flesh.
She cried out, unsure if he’d cut her. Her fingers gripped the bed cover. Then the warmth of his tongue soothed her until she sighed with pleasure. He shifted to the other nipple and looked up at her. She gave a quick nod and closed her eyes as he administered the same wicked treatment to the sensitive peak. She squirmed and moaned as arousal escaped her sex, wet her panties.
When he raised his head, she took in the full curve of his sinful mouth, and was surprised not to see any blood on her nipples, though faint bruising was evident. He straightened and picked up the object he’d dropped near the pillow. She watched him unravel it. Two long, wide ribbons of silk.
He raised her hands up to the headboard and began wrapping the ribbons around her wrists. He’d warned her he wouldn’t be gentle, but this was another wicked surprise.
“Afraid I’ll punch you, tough guy?” she purred.
He looked down at her as the corner of his mouth curved. “The thought crossed my mind a few times today.”
Adrian was perceptive. She really had the urge to hit him when she recognized him at the training facility. And now here she was, at the mercy of this sexy devil. He gave her a teasing kiss on the mouth before tasting the skin of her abdomen and her navel. He hovered over her pubic bone, nostrils flared. She assumed he was picking up her arousal.
“Sweet Lydia.” The words rolled off his tongue like a soft growl. He dropped a kiss on the rise of her mound. His hand traveled down the length of her legs and peeled off her socks. He pushed her thighs apart, then pressed several fingers on her and moved them up and down the seam of her sex, over her panties.
Sensation contracted and unfolded through her flesh, enhanced by the lacy material of the undergarment. He pinched the upper part of the panties, drawing the seams together tightly, just enough to cover her inner labia. The stretched material caused delicious friction on her clitoris.
She let out a ragged sigh as he stroked and nipped the exposed fleshy skin of her sex, one side, then the other. A tantalizing hint of fangs. She waxed regularly, so most of her pussy was smooth. Her hips rotated upward, communicating her body’s urgency. He pressed a finger to her clit and a pulse of pleasure rippled around the bud. A downward sweep, more fang pressure, a frisson of pain.
A gasp escaped her, nails biting into her palms. Devil!
He pulled a part of the material to the side, just enough to expose the area under her clit.
The heat of his tongue swirled over her. Slow, controlled strokes. Her hips bucked and he held them down. His method of sweet torture dawned on her. The pleasure was more intense than she expected. This was a part of her body other men had neglected. Lazy licks, gentle sucking. Deliberate control of her climax. He went lower, caressed the aching flesh above her orifice while her hands twisted against the restraint.
Finally, he glided his mouth down to the part that ached for him most and sucked the swollen flesh into his mouth with a gruff moan.
“Ohh!” A wave of pleasure unfurled, followed by another. When he pressed his tongue between her lips, arousal trickled downward. She felt him drink her juice, all the while keeping pressure on her throbbing clit. She was going to come if he kept this up. He lifted his head and caught her gaze. The dark depths glinted with raw desire. Her arousal glistened on his full mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped. In one motion, he ripped her panties from her body and tossed them aside.
Then he parted the flesh around her clit and circled the bud with his tongue, slow strokes, then faster, harder as she squirmed under him, her body clamoring for release. Coils of pleasure tightened and unfurled, shuddering through her in tiny quakes. When he sucked the aching bud into his mouth, sensation exploded inside her. He inserted two long fingers into her flesh, curled them upward and rubbed hard while pleasuring her clit. She’d barely finished her first orgasm when she caught a second, equally intense. It bowed her off the bed, made her scream his name. The tremors still gripped her and he continued, pushing her off the
edge once more.
Lydia whimpered and went limp. “Adrian…please.” Her lids drooped.
“Please stop or please more?”
“No…yes.”
A deep chuckle.
His mouth and teeth stroked the delicate skin of her inner thighs and when she no longer felt his touch, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He’d straightened, his cock jutting out at a high angle. She wanted to break free of the binds and grab that big cock, pull it deep inside her. She needed him, wasn’t fully quenched.
As if reading her mind, he said, “Tell me what you want, Lydia.”
Brazenly, her gaze fixed on his erection. “You. Inside me…deep and hard.” Her response was little more than a rasp.
A primal growl of satisfaction and hunger rumbled in his throat. Sleek muscles rippled as he leaned over her and unfastened her binds. She pulled them off and watched him glide his cock’s head up and down her aching slit, the bare contact almost electric. She pushed herself up on her elbows and spread her legs wider.
Mesmerized, she watched his head disappear between her folds, the latter stretching around his thick flesh as he went deeper. At least nine inches of hot vampire meat. Her head fell back and she let out a moan as he filled her to the max.
Adrian made a gruff sound, more animal than human. He hooked his hands behind her knees and moved in and out. Long, slow thrusts that let her muscles stretch and adjust. As he pumped faster, he leaned over her, biceps contracting with restraint. Her knees were now bent and he was close enough for her to wrap one hand behind his neck.
He drove into her, igniting a silken fire in her core. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Coils of sensation merged and tightened. Her senses scattered as mindless words tumbled from her lips.
“Lydia…” He captured her mouth in a deep kiss, gave her a possessive bite.
“Adrian,” she rasped, and held his gaze as he took her with fierce need. Merciless strokes that crushed her breath.
The coils snapped and unravelled like streams of hot silk in her flesh.
“Ohh! Oh, God!”
She sensed the faint tear of skin under her nails as she arched into him, overcome by another storm of ecstasy.
Adrian’s muscles tensed for a long moment as his cock thrust hard into her flesh, pulsed, and coated her with his hot release. She wrapped both arms around him and held him against her as her contractions ebbed. Then she let out a content sigh and slipped into heavenly oblivion.
When Lydia woke from a heavy sleep, Adrian had brought dinner on a tray. Lamb, potatoes, and green salad. And red wine. He’d fed her until she was full, eating very little himself. He’d probably had blood earlier. For a vampire, he cooked pretty well.
He was still naked, his beauty drawing her hands to him. His breath hitched as she touched him. She traced the hard bulges in his shoulders and arms, the taut sinews, lingered over the steady beat of his heart, the compact bands of flesh along his abdomen, his solid thighs. His cock was already hard. Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around it, felt a current go through his body. She hid a smile, seeing that she’d guessed right—her fingers barely closed around him. She stroked up and down gently, liking the silky smoothness, the throb just below the surface. Lydia glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat at the dark pleasure flickering in his eyes, tugging at the corners of his mouth. A predator enjoying its prey with calm anticipation. Her hand slipped below the base of his shaft and cupped him, squeezing lightly. A low purr curled in his throat.
She lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock and gave him a playful smile. “I wonder how long you can keep still while I taste you?”
Not waiting for a reply, she flicked her tongue out and swirled it over the full head. Under her free hand, the muscles in his thigh clenched. She moistened the tip and took him into her mouth a little at a time, pulled up, then went back down again. She caressed the hard flesh with her tongue and stroked the rest of him with her palm. When she glanced up at him, she was pleased to see the rapid movement of his chest and the tension in his face. She increased the pressure of her mouth and gave him three good strokes before his fingers twined into her hair, gently lifting her head back.
She flicked her tongue across her lips. “That was yummy,” she purred.
A dangerous flame danced in his eyes. “I’ll show you yummy, hunter.”
Before she could respond, she found herself on all fours, facing the foot of the bed. His fingers caressed the folds of her pussy and her clit until her arousal leaked onto them. With little gentleness, he glided into her. A current of pure sensation arced through her, making her cry out. With one hand wrapped around the ends of her hair and the other clasped to her hip, he drove into her, the angle of his flesh rubbing a very sensitive part beyond her g-spot.
“Oh, fuck…,” she moaned. This vampire would be her undoing. Well, at least for the next twenty hours or so.
“Harder, baby?” he challenged.
God, she could barely talk, only raw sounds of pleasure breaking in her throat.
He gave her buttock a stinging smack and took her like the ruthless beast he was. Her elbows buckled and her face pressed into the bed. His flesh was a silk piston that sent myriad tremors through her flesh. He slid his fingers to that aching bud at the tip and stroked it. The double assault was too much.
Pleasure broke into velvet shards, rendering her senseless. In her erotic haze, she thought she heard Adrian’s hard groan as his body locked behind hers. She breathed hard for about a minute while his cock remained erect in her body. Her muscles clenched around it, welcomed its presence.
Adrian was tireless. He didn’t let her body fall into lazy resolution, kept strumming it with almost two centuries’ skill of lovemaking. He’d swept her off the bed and to the low dresser with a large mirror, positioning her in front of him. He hooked a hand behind her knee and brought her leg up onto the dark wood surface, exposing her sex in the reflection. The dark part of her female nature responded with a rush of pure lust. Sex for her had always been limited to the bed, the sofa, or the occasional chair.
He watched her gazing at their reflection, charcoal eyes glinting with a black flame. Her nipples were taut and still tender, a faint blue around the areolas. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses, her hair a wild tumble past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes had darkened to green. Adrian circled her waist with his hands.
“See how lovely you are, Lydia?”
A sheepish smirk curved her mouth. Debauched was more like it. Her eyes widened as she realized his release was pooling between the parted folds of her pussy.
“Oh, I’m going to drip.”
From behind, he stroked her flesh, lubricating it with his release. Then he brought his hand to her breasts and coated the nipples with his cum. God… A ragged sigh pushed through her lips.
He took his cock in his hand and edged between her swollen folds. “Watch me fuck you, sweetheart.” His voice was rough silk.
He glided into her and moved in and out with steady, slow thrusts. Her folds opened around him. It was graphic and awfully sexy. He let out a gruff moan and cupped her breasts, molded them to his palms, pinched the wet nipples. Arrows of pleasure went through her while her sex contracted with sweet, tight ripples. She wasn’t into voyeurism, but the sight of his large cock thrusting up inside her was the most erotic experience in her life. Kind of like dirty sex minus the taboo. The intensity of Adrian’s sex drive quashed any inhibitions. It was liberating, thrilling. Lydia made a secret promise to never date another conservative man. Sex was a vital part of a relationship. Though she’d seek a human partner, she wouldn’t settle for mundane sex like she had in the past.
His cock pumped faster, harder now. One of his hands released her breast and clasped her hip at the junction of her thigh. For support, she raised her arm and twined it behind his neck. She closed her eyes for a moment to listen to the raw sound of their mating.
“Do you like it like this, little hunter?” he rasped.
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sp; She lifted heavy lids and met his gaze in the mirror. “Oh, yes.”
His fingers closed about her wrist and brought it to his mouth. He brushed his mouth against her pulse and it fluttered erratically. A warm swipe of his tongue and her blood throbbed through her veins with surprising need. Dear God. The dark craving was very real. She licked her lips anxiously. Just once. She’d never be with him or any other vampire again.
“Adrian.”
His body tensed as his mouth stilled on her wrist. “The scent of your blood is intoxicating.” A beat of silence. “I can smell your fear and your lust,” he said.
She whimpered under the force of her longing. “Taste me.”
A growl rolled in his throat. “Lydia.” Anger and inherent need laced his reply.
“I want you to, just this one time.”
His fingers tightened around her wrist. “It hurts.”
Her gaze dropped to their joined bodies. “Then do it when it will hurt less.”
There was a pause in his thrusts. Lydia knew he understood what she meant. Any female who chose a vampire lover desired his bite. He’d had plenty of lovers.
A dangerous current crackled around them for a few heartbeats. Adrian rasped something incoherent and pummeled her aching flesh to the hilt. No respite. His hand slipped down to her belly, long fingers spread while he licked and sucked gently on her wrist.
Her pussy slickened with fresh arousal, closed around his hard flesh and milked it greedily. Her heart beat out an erratic pattern. Frayed sounds broke in her throat as the pleasure built in her sex, escaping in tiny shudders through her body. She was close. Adrian’s incisors moved across her wrist. Her blood surged hot and fast in anticipation, felt the pulse of it in her core.
Her breath paused, just before her peak, and as the first intense wave ripped through her body, making her cry out, his fangs broke her skin. Tears pricked her eyes. Adrian let out a ragged moan as he drank from her. Iron and the scent of deep forests pervaded her senses. She felt faint for a moment and then her blood ran like warm silk throughout her body. The sweetest agony. She quivered with the onslaught of pleasure.
