Blood Rising

by Amber Anthony

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  A peace enveloped them, and grew with each of their strides along the wet sand. Every few steps they stopped to watch their shadows kiss. Matt pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of their feet and their shadows. As they approached the beach in front of the house, she stepped into him, seeking his embrace. He bent his head for a kiss, gentle and soft, and light as a zephyr. Her disappointed gaze followed him as he leaned back again. He gave a short laugh. “Oh, you want more?” She didn’t reply, but her eyes smoldered. “Yeah, I can do that.”

  Need took Matt and shook him, quickening his breath as Cat closed what little space remained between them. His embrace claimed her with stunning force as he deepened the kiss. His cock was granite hard against her pelvis. He tried to slow down a little, realizing it wouldn’t take much at this point to push him right over the edge.

  Cat burst from his grip, running to the deck. “Last one back cooks dinner!”

  Matt stalked her with even, unrelenting strides. “What makes you think anyone’s getting dinner?”

  Cat giggled. “If you wear me out, you have to feed me.”

  “I’ll get back to you on that.” His kiss was searing, it took her breath away.

  “You’re either gonna have to lay me down,” she murmured against his lips, “or I’m gonna fall down.”

  He laughed and swept her up in his arms. She clung to his neck, pressing light kisses down his cheek and to the edge of his mouth until their lips joined. He carried her up the steps of the deck to the exterior shower.

  “Let me get you a robe. You can throw your wet clothes over the wall.”

  Cat eyed the tropical shower stall and grinned. “This reminds me of the night we met.” She stepped behind the thatched partition and disrobed. Matt accessed the cabinet near the shower and pulled out two downy ivory robes.

  He pulled his shirt off and dropped his shorts. “Yeah, I was so hot for you that night!” He turned on the hose and dashed his lower body with the cold water. Just like I am right now.

  “Really? I never got that.”

  Casting an incredulous glance her way, Matt drew on his robe. “You seriously have no sexual radar.”

  Cat turned and gave him a saucy smile. “Maybe you can help me tune that in!”

  “Come out from behind that shower and I’ll tune you in.”

  The water stopped. Cat emerged from the shower wrapped in her robe, with the very edge of her pink tongue between her lips. Matt groaned. “Do you know what you do to me?” Don’t show me your tongue unless you’re going to use it on me!

  “I don’t know what I don’t know. But I’m a good student.”

  Matt enveloped her in a second. “I will happily provide the highest quality of instruction.”

  “Will it involve text books, quizzes?”

  He shook his head. “This is hands on training in the trenches. We’ll get down and dirty.” Matt swung her over his shoulder, caveman style. At the canopied doublewide chaise, he playfully tossed her down. She landed against the cushions, and he followed. They fit together perfectly. He nudged her knees apart with one of his, his weighty, rigid cock wedged firmly against her untried mound.

  “You know what goes where and why, right?”

  She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “I have a general idea.”

  He turned away for a moment to flip a switch and lower the canvas blinds providing privacy.

  “Nice gadget.”

  “Handy.” He was stopped dead by the look in her eyes when he turned back to her, half greedy anticipation, half innocence. “Hey.” He stroked his hand reassuringly through her hair. “Everything’s okay. I’m here.”

  “How crazy is this? When I lose contact with you, I get scared.”

  “Then,” he lowered possessive lips to hers, “let’s not lose contact.”

  Their kiss exploded, mouths and tongues insistent and mindless and frantic as all the repressed passion they had felt for months poured out between them. Cat might be inexperienced, but she was eager. They were both breathless when Matt finally lifted his head. He felt her frantic heartbeats racing against his own.

  “I want to see all of you, Cat. Now.”

  He eagerly reached for the collar of the robe. Cat watched him, mesmerized, as he loosened the belt and spread the top wide.

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  Cat’s heart thundered out of control as Matt’s admiring gaze burned over her. He reached out to caress her breasts, his mouth to suckle them. She gasped. His fingers branded her, and when his lips closed over one perfect peak and drew, the fire darted directly down to her pussy, making her ache. She was overwhelmed with sensation, consumed in the blaze he’d created.

  “My God! You’re a glorious wet dream! Show me more.”

  Cat’s gaze never left his, as she slipped out of the robe. A smile split Matt’s face as he watched her.

  “Oh, you’re a naughty girl,” he groaned. She smiled at his teasing. “I love that about you!”

  He feasted on the sight of her laid out before him. “Mmm. Honeysuckle, lavender, vanilla and…” He dipped a finger into her wet folds, drawing a shocked gasp from her when he brought her essence to his nose, and then tasted her. She moaned. “Yeah. See what you do to me? I fucking want you!”

  Cat reached out an uncertain hand, nearly snatched it back, and finally laid it against the hefty bulge tenting his robe. Her breath stuttered. “I’ve never seen a man naked before,” she admitted shyly. “Will you show me?”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah!”

  He stood and quickly doffed his robe. Cat’s gaze fluttered up to his as she checked him out, a one-sided grin played about his lips while he studied her reaction. She had no basis for comparison, so she had no way of knowing what a completely lucky woman she was. She did know she was staring at wide shoulders, an acre of broad, firm chest, sprinkled with a liberal amount of curling black hair, a set of washboard abs that were fitness-commercial-perfect, and narrow hips leading into long, muscular legs. For a long moment, she simply stared. He’s so beautiful, like a breathing classic statue or something. His long, thick cock stretched up toward his navel, the ropey veins pulsing insistently.

  Cat drew in a long breath and raised a wide-eyed gaze to him. “May I touch you?”

  Matt groaned. “Yeah, no problem.” He joined her on the chaise, his hands shaking slightly. “Can’t you tell? That’s not a problem at all.”

  With her palms and inquisitive fingers, she traced the ridges of his abs, descended, following his treasure trail until she met his proud erection.

  “May I…” She reached for him shyly. “Would you mind if I…?”

  “Touch me.” Matt groaned. She snatched her hand back. “That wasn’t pain, baby.” His voice was tight with need. “It…just…feels…really good.” He put her hand back over his hot length and held her there. “Oh, Jesus, Cat, please touch me. Explore to your heart’s content.”

  “You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right? I’ve heard this is, well, a sensitive area.”

  He barked out a laugh and gritted his teeth. “Yeah, it’s sensitive all right, but it feels fucking great! I feel like a guitar string.” Instinctively, she pumped him, her grasp tentative. He shuddered, and caught her busy hands, placing them firmly on his shoulders. “We’ll do more of this later. Now, it’s my turn.”

  “Your turn?” she whispered in a tiny voice.

  “That’s right, baby. I’m gonna make this something you’ll never forget.”

  He started with a kiss, deep, demanding, hot, and seductive. He swirled his tongue around hers, delved deep, nipping her full lips. Cat moaned.

  Matt cupped her bottom, pulling her tight against him, letting her experience his hard cock notched against her. Her kisses and caresses, her throaty moans, inflamed him. More! Her euphoric body demanded. More! He broke away from her lips, showering kisses on her face, eyes, neck, and slowly, slowly down to her breasts.

  Cat submerged into a world of swirling sensation and desperate
need. She’d had no idea making love to him would be like this. The nuns were right. This was dangerous, but if she was going to burn, she wanted to burn with Matt!

  He teased her breast with his mouth, and then clamped onto a sensitive nipple. With his tongue, he circled it, flicking the taunt bud with its tip, then suckled hard. Cat threw her head back and moaned softly, chills racing through her. Matt groaned a reply. He moved to the other breast and continued the same gentle torment.

  “You have perfect tits. I’ve never seen any this ripe. Look how your nipples stand up and get red when I work them. I could stay here forever, just playing with them.”

  Unconsciously, Cat arched her hips up to him and parted her legs in unknowing invitation. Matt gulped. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and hers was right in step with him. His dick stood up rigid, proud and pulsing against her.

  Matt slid his body over hers and slithered down, gripping her waist, arching her back up to him and watched her face. She had no idea what was coming, but she was willing to let him take her wherever he wanted to go. He placed tiny, nibbling, open-mouthed kisses down, down, down. She wriggled futilely in his strong grasp as he reached the hot triangle between her legs.

  “You smell like heaven! I want to inhale you, Cat! I want to dive into you and make you explode!”

  His body had already parted her, in another inch he’d be right there! Cat felt as if she were alive for the first time. Every nerve in her body screamed for something unknown.

  He moved his fingers against her gently, running over the outside of her folds. Cat started, shuddered, but didn’t try to evade him. Her heart beat wildly as he stroked her languidly, working his way deftly inward. She was so wet.

  “Matt!” She cried out, arching against him, digging her fingers hard into his biceps.

  Matt hummed his approval, the vibration of his chest so close it coursed through her. Cat shifted restlessly. He continued his delicate search, landing upon the small bundle of nerves atop her opening. With a sure and expert touch, he stroked the receptive flesh that blossomed for him, engorging with blood, and growing slick.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he praised. “You’re beautiful here, too.” She glanced down to see his admiring gaze appreciate her as he petted. “Cat, I want you so badly!”

  Matt’s thumb wound tighter and tighter circles around that tiny bundle of nerves, which Cat now understood was an incredible pleasure center. Soon, he was directly upon it. He slid two fingers inside her.

  “God, you’re tight.” He groaned. “I’ll have to fight my way in.”

  Cat had no clear idea what he meant by that, but it seemed a little ominous to her. He curled his digits up to touch her rough, sensitive G-spot. Cat bucked against him and panted, so overwhelmed, she felt entirely out of control.

  “Breathe, baby,” he coached gently. “Just breathe. You’re almost there.”

  A wildness coiled deep inside her. Her entire body tensed. Most of all, her clit throbbed, begging for…something…what was it? Cat shuddered and gasped, as he rubbed inside her. His thumb danced upon her clit, and she exploded.

  Wave after wave of involuntary spasms crashed through her as she gritted her teeth and cried out her bliss. Matt kept up the pressure and movements, gentling them slowly as her shuddering became less and less frequent and finally died out altogether.

  Cat was drenched in sweat, shaking in reaction as he moved up to wrap her in his arms. He held her close against him, smiling down at her, kissing her hair and forehead and lips.

  “That’s your first orgasm,” he smiled, enormously pleased with himself.

  Slowly, her shaking stopped and her flushed body cooled. She shivered slightly. He held her tighter.

  “Will you warm me up again?” She reached out to touch him.

  Their gazes locked while she fisted his hot, hard cock. Matt jerked as she explored him, tracing the veins along his scorching length. He closed his eyes and then grabbed her hand and exhaled slowly.

  “Keep that up and I’ll come before I get inside you, and Cat, I want to be inside you. Now.”

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  Matt crushed her back beneath him, his knee parted her thighs while he quickly slid his fingers inside her waiting warmth. He notched himself at her tight entrance. As he breached her, his gaze held hers and he moved, gently pressing into her, gaining ground slowly. She wasn’t only tight, even after that blinding orgasm, she was still tense.

  “Relax, Cat,” he instructed tenderly. “It’ll be so much easier if you’re relaxed. It’s gonna feel so good, baby. Let me love you.” The effort of holding back rolled beads of sweat down Matt’s back.

  Cat shut her eyes, drew in a breath and relaxed her muscles. Yes! Matt immediately felt her yield. Cautiously, but firmly, he pressed forward. The silken folds of her pussy expanded around him in a tight embrace. She mewled, surrendering.

  “You’re perfect, baby.”

  Her internal barrier stopped his forward momentum. Okay, no matter what he did, there would be pain, but he sought to minimize what he could.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She obeyed. Matt held himself still and looked down into her beautiful face. Her eyes were a little unfocused with passion. “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course.”

  Her statement was so simple and filled with certainty his heart opened wide as she spoke. He anchored her, one round hip in each hand, and surged forward. The thin barrier broke away as he slid in, settling balls deep into her hot, wet cunt. The head of his dick nudged her cervix. His whole body went rigid as he fought to hold back a climax. Dear God, she felt like heaven!

  She bit her bottom lip again, this time trying to hold back a cry. He covered her lips with a kiss, a loving distraction to the brief discomfort. He held her immobile beneath him, tasting and prodding and gliding his tongue against hers until she moaned and clenched her fingers into his back with need.

  “I’m gonna make this good now, I swear.”

  She turned her trusting gaze up to him. He moved slowly inside her, relieved she was so wet, wanting them to be as closely joined as any two people could get; wanting to show her with his body how much he treasured her. He tilted her hips up, straining to glide the head of his cock repeatedly over her most sensitive spot. Cat moaned and tilted up more at his internal caress.

  “That’s right. Feels good, doesn’t it?” She nodded urgently. “Hold on.”

  Matt slowly picked up the pace as she caught the rhythm, and her body naturally responded. He kept moving, one endless glide after another. Cat quaked around him, rippling. Jesus! He refused to come before he got another climax out of her.

  “Yeah, Cat! You’re so gorgeous this way, taking my cock, taking all of me.” She ground against him. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come so hard!”

  He skated his hand from her hip to her clit, circling the little bundle of nerves with one insistent caress after another. Cat shook, threw her head back, gasping, and came, her hot, tight cunt desperately milking him.

  Matt arched forcefully into her spasming sheath twice more, and then erupted inside her. This one climax emptied him of all the regret and pain and desperation he’d known for decades, and left him pure and perfect. Cat’s muscles contracted hard around him while she gasped for breath. Their hearts thundered a staccato rhythm together, and then gradually slowed as they relaxed into post-orgasmic bliss.

  Matt heaved a fulfilled sigh and rolled them onto their sides, still joined. He brushed sweat-dampened locks away from her face with shaking fingers. He hardly dared breathe for fear this precious moment would evaporate into a dream. Cat nuzzled into his shoulder and gave a disappointed coo as their bodies uncoupled.

  He held her close, stroked her face, feeling the smile on her lips as she turned her head to kiss his palm. “Hey, baby, how ya doin?”

  She smiled again into his palm. “I feel…” Her words escaped on a sigh.

  “Yeah?” he teased.

  “Oh, yeah.” Her gaze sought
his. “I had no idea it would be like this. I didn’t know…” Tears brightened her eyes, and she was too overwhelmed to continue.

  Matt nodded his understanding. “You’re everything to me, Cat,” he murmured huskily as she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes sliding into sleep. “God help me, I mean to keep you.” It was part prayer, part vow, and allowed him to join her in peaceful oblivion.

  Chapter 11

  The moon had risen and the stars were in full brilliance when Cat awakened and cuddled into Matt to escape the chill of the ocean breeze. He scooped her up, kissed her sleep-softened lips and carried her to bed. Her warm body welcomed his, molding into him as he caressed her everywhere, licked and kissed and tasted every inch of her skin, and slid slowly and patiently inside her. With devastatingly controlled strokes, he possessed her. His words and kisses seduced her heart, and his essence besotted her soul. She was his. He might not know that yet, she mused, hovering on the edge of sleep, sated and limp in his protective arms, but she knew. She was his.

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  It was surrealistic. Sensations long lost overcame every bit of Matt’s body, including that crucial eight inches. Vampires could not dream, they merely laid down and turned off. This was real. He didn’t remember it like this. Had ninety-some years tarnished the exquisite sensations he remembered between a man and a woman? His newly awakened subconscious processed what he and Cat had shared by reenacting the tactility of their lovemaking in his dream. It was sublime, the taste and the touch, the warmth and the strength in her softness. It all surpassed his amped up vampire senses.

  After the Humanité ran out of his system, what sensations would he have left? He’d be as cold as a snake. Matt shuddered. He couldn’t ask the woman he loved to go skin to skin with him. What joy is there in offering a cold, stony phallus to the one who warmed his heart? He would lose her. It was inevitable. He could not endure an endless lifetime without her. Matt jerked out of the nightmare, eyes blinking to reorient himself in the middle of the dark night.