FrostBite (The Hunter Chronicles Book 1)

by Claire Marta

  One of his hands skimmed down her stomach to her navel. He could feel her muscles quivering. Leaning up, he teased her mouth with light kisses.

  She was still a little nervous. He could sense it the moment his hand had moved lower. Tenseness had invaded her limbs. He soothed her with caresses, stoking her need. Little mewls and noises were escaping her throat. Soon, he would have her relaxed once more. There would be nothing in her mind to scare her. Instead she would only feel.

  “I intend to taste you now, my lovely.” Eric said the words against her parted lips. Champagne still flavoured their fullness.

  He nibbled gently on her lower lip. Taking it between his teeth, he nipped at it as he had seen her do a hundred times before briefly sucking it into his mouth.

  Her eyes were clouded with desire. They widened in surprise when he ventured slowly down her body.

  Placing a kiss on each nipple, he ran his tongue down between her breasts. Reaching her navel, he circled it teasingly. He loved tasting her skin with his tongue. Before the night was out, he would lick every inch of her.

  His fingers traced the crescent moon-shaped birthmark on her hip. It thrilled him to find it. He placed a kiss there and then traced it with his tongue.

  Jasmine was watching him through half-closed eyes. Her breathing was shallow with growing excitement. She knew what he intended to do and he could see she wanted it. A tiger-like smile curved Eric’s lips.

  Parting her thighs gently, he hooked them over his shoulders. The folds of her little cunt were pink, wet, and glistening. It just begged to be tasted.

  The muscles in her legs and thighs trembled and jerked. He knew this was an involuntary reaction. It pleased him to see her body’s innocent response to his attentions. This reminded him to take it slowly.

  Eric nipped playfully at her inner thighs then trailed kisses from her knee downwards to her womanhood. Her nervousness and excitement were a heady concoction to his senses.

  Bending forwards he inhaled her enticing scent. “Such an alluring smell.”

  His big hands curved over the cheeks of her bottom. Kneading them gently, he rubbed his cheek against her mound. “I am going to fuck you with my mouth, Jasmine, and then I shall fuck you with my cock.”

  She began to shake. Eric raised his gaze from her cunt. The pulse in her neck fluttered with excitement. Her little breasts quivered with each of her erratic breaths.

  The girl seemed lost for words. Anticipation and anxiety glittered in her green eyes. Locking his own onto hers, he lowered his head.

  He trailed his tongue up the inside of her trembling thigh. Nuzzling the curls at the juncture, he licked her slit in one long swipe. Her honey taste hit his tongue. Eric groaned.

  Jasmine gasped and her hips rose slightly from the bed in surprise.

  Seeking her clit, he circled it eagerly with the tip of his tongue.

  Her hips rose again to meet his mouth, hands desperately clutched the sheets beneath her. The increased beat of her heart filled his ears. He could hear it thumping away crazily in her chest.

  A half-gasp, half-moan left her lips. Holding her down, he mercilessly teased and pleasured her. Lapping at her slick folds of her opening, Eric thrust his tongue inside. Already she was soaking for him.

  Slowly he inserted a finger. Her channel was slick, hot, and wet. He pushed his finger forwards, until he buried it to the hilt. It felt divine. Her little sheath tightened around it. He tongued her clit at the same time before rolling it with his tongue.

  She went wild. A small, keening sound escaped Jasmine's throat. Her hips writhed against the bed.

  Eric began to suck on her clit while at the same time easing another finger inside her. She was so fucking tight–almost virginal. It made him crave her even more.

  This time a small wail left her lips. Her fingers tunnelled through his tousled hair. Holding on tensely, she held him against her.

  He made a muffled sound of approval.

  Slowly he began to move his fingers within her. Steadily he built a rhythm that had her pumping her hips frantically in the air. It was all the encouragement Eric needed.

  He suckled harder, thrusting his fingers deeper. When her inner muscles started the clench around his finger, he tongued her clit.

  Every muscle in her body tightened, as her release began to crash over her. Nuzzling her inner thigh, Eric sank his fangs deep.

  Jasmine screamed as she orgasmed. Holding her hips down and still, he drank her potent blood. Its sweetness coursed down his eager throat.

  A sob left her and Eric knew he had heightened her pleasure with his bite.

  Lapping at the puncture marks, he gently lowered her leg to the bed. Stroking her sides and stomach, he waited for her to recover.

  “My Jasmine, you are so beautiful when you come, so exquisite in your pleasure.” He nuzzled her with his lips, brushing the corners of her mouth.

  Eric knew she would be able to taste herself on them. Darting his tongue into her parting lips, he couldn’t resist letting her sample her honeyed flavour.

  She moaned, sucking on his tongue. Mouth clinging to his, the kiss became a lazy tangle of lips. Pulling back he surveyed her face. Her lovely green eyes were closed. She lay limply on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

  Her lips were swollen from his kisses. A pretty pink flush had washed through her skin. Her nipples were reddened and distended and still wet from his attention.

  Eric’s cock was painfully hard. He wanted to flip her over, sink himself into her heat and pound her into the mattress. It was a testament to his restraint that he did not. Even now, he did not have full grasp of his emotions. He needed to fuck her now, though. Eric knew he could no longer wait.

  Chapter 28

  Jasmine’s legs were sprawled wide open. She felt Eric lazily nuzzling the curls on her mound again. Her whole body was vibrating from her mind-blowing climax.

  She felt sleepy and sated. Snow and pine, Eric’s scent, wove itself around her dazed senses. Jasmine was still floating on a cloud of contentment.

  The mattress moved and she knew Eric had climbed from the bed. The sound of clothes rustling reached her ear. Then a belt being undone followed by a zipper being lowered.

  “I am not done with you yet, Jasmine.” The vampire’s sexy voice curled down her spine. “That was only a taste of what is to come.”

  Opening dazed eyes she surveyed him. “Only a taste?”

  Eric’s eyes roved greedily over her with lust. He stood gloriously naked. Cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. It was long and thick. The tip already glistened with clear liquid.

  His hair was mussed, in a just rolled out of bed way. A pair of high black heels hung from his fingers.

  “The moment I first saw you in your heels, I wanted to fuck you in them.” His voice was a deep, seductive caress. “I have desired little else.”

  Jasmine laughed breathlessly. “Seriously?”

  He knew she hated the damn things. Being fucked in them was the last thing she had imagined.

  “Please.” Eric waggled his eyebrows at her. It was such a funny thing to see him do, she laughed. It seemed this vamp had a playful side.

  “OK,” she told him, still laughing. This was one night. Jasmine could bear them just for him.

  He prowled towards to the bed and sat on the edge. When he patted the spot beside him encouragingly, she stretched out her feet. If he wanted her to wear them, he was going to have to put them on.

  Her actions didn’t seem to perturb him. Taking hold of her feet one by one, the vampire caressed them with his hands. Then gently he slid on the shoes.

  “Not on the bed.” He offered his hand as he stood. “Near the window, kitten.”

  Wariness rippled through her.

  “B-but won’t people see us?” she asked as he tugged her to her feet. It felt strange being completely naked in a pair of heels. Jasmine felt both sexy and embarrassed.

  Being nude in front of a man for
the first time was also making her feel awkward. Even after what Eric had just done to her, she felt the urge to cover up and hide. Jasmine felt shy and couldn’t meet his eyes.

  “The windows are tinted,” the vampire assured her soothingly. “No one can see in, but we can see out. Trust me. I would not lie about this to you.”

  He enclosed his arms around her. Jasmine found herself hugged up against his delicious, naked, hard length. The large erection he was sporting pressed against her belly.

  Her taut, sensitive nipples rubbed his chest. A jolt of desire shot through her groin. Biting her lip, she tried not to groan.

  “I trust you.”

  With a finger under her chin, he nudged it up to bestow a hot and hungry kiss on her lips. Their tongues duelled, entwined. She clung to his shoulders for support as all shyness slipped away.

  He was the first to break away. The intensity of his bright, icy blue eyes searched her face for a moment. Then a smile of satisfaction touched his lips.

  Taking her hand, Eric guided her to the window. It was ceiling to floor, with a glass door leading out onto a small balcony she hadn’t noticed before.

  The lights of Paris shone in the darkness. White sheets of sparkling snow covered everything as far as they eye could see.

  Jasmine felt self-conscious standing directly in front of it. Even though he had said no one could look in, she felt nervous—and yet a small thrill of exhilaration was fizzing through her blood.

  The vampire stood behind her. He nuzzled the side of her neck teasingly. “Are the lights not beautiful, Jasmine?”

  “Y-yes.” She tilted her head, granting him better access. The soft grazing points of his fangs dragged lightly across her skin.

  Jasmine couldn’t help but moan. Every time she felt his fangs touch her flesh, it felt incredible.

  “Bend over, my lovely.”

  At his quiet, commanding words, she met his gaze in their reflection in the glass. Eric was watching her patiently. The intensity of his icy blue eyes was almost spellbinding.

  When she didn’t move, he raised his hands. Starting at the tops of her shoulders, his fingertips caressed slowly down her arms.

  Her breath quickened. She found she was unable to tear her gaze away.

  The vampire stroked light patterns over her wrists and the backs of her hands. Somehow he had moved, closing the gap between them. His cock was now nestled against her back.

  Excitement was spiralling out of control inside her. Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to elevate a throb that had started deep within her womanhood.

  Eric placed her hands flat against the glass in front of her. The coolness of the window eased her heated skin. She was doing her best trying to keep her heart in her chest. It was suddenly beating too fast.

  Taking hold of her hips, he towed them back, until she was bent at the waist. The vampire’s hands caressed her back. He petted, stroked, and soothed her. All the while he never said a word.

  Jasmine stared out into the darkness. The Eiffel Tower was lit up in the distance like a Christmas tree, the lights twinkling in the night sky.

  “Part your legs.”

  Without a word she obeyed Eric’s order. She widened her stance, bracing herself against the window. This helped stop her falling with the high heels on.

  “Hmm. Good girl.” His deep, baritone had deepened even further. “I love your delectable little derrière.” Large, firm hands began to massage each globe.

  Jasmine sank her teeth into her lower lips. A shiver of desire quaked through her. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this.

  *

  Eric wanted to fuck her until nothing else mattered. He needed to claim her.

  She was naked apart from those black high heels. Her little arse up in the air, body stretched out as she bent over hands braced against the glass.

  He had never seen a more beautiful or captivating sight. Eric wanted to mark her as his own. The urge to wipe away her first and only sexual experience rocked through him. He wanted to teach her the intimacies between a man and a woman. Initiate her properly into the pleasures of the flesh.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Jasmine,” he said softly.

  Gently he ran a finger between her legs. The slickness coated his fingers. She was sopping wet. Finally she was ready to receive him.

  Taking his shaft in hand, he moved up behind her. Eric gritted his teeth as the urge to plunge into her overwhelmed him. He resisted. Jasmine deserved gentleness the first time they fucked.

  She tensed when he pushed his rock-hard cock inside her. He knew he was big and had no wish to hurt or frighten her. Finally now she was going to be his.

  *

  Jasmine felt Eric rock himself slowly in and out of her. He had hold of her hips, controlling their movements. When she slowly began to relax, he slid himself deeper.

  “Yes, that is it,” he crooned softly. “You will take all of me. Relax, kitten.”

  He carried on rocking into her, a little more each time. She knew she was tight and he was trying to be gentle.

  She could see his reflection mirrored in the glass of the window. His face was taut with desire and restraint. He looked large, dangerous, and sexy as hell. She revelled in the knowledge that this vamp wanted her. The feeling of his slow penetration was making her needy. Inch by inch was becoming torture.

  Jasmine wanted to feel him stretching her, filling her completely. She now craved it, needed it. Moaning, she thrust her hips back against him wanting more.

  His grip on her hips tightened.

  “Be still,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I have no wish to hurt you.”

  Jasmine found suddenly she did not want to go slowly. Now that her initial fear was not ruling her, she wanted him badly. She desired, no needed it all.

  “Please, Eric,” she whined.

  Thrusting her hips back again silently, she dared him to go deeper. It was all the invitation he needed.

  With a strangled groan, Eric thrust forwards, burying himself balls deep.

  A long, throaty moan left Jasmine’s lips. The whole, hard length of him was inside her now. She could feel it pulsing, twitching, in the tightness of her sheath. It was a little uncomfortable, but her body adjusted to the intrusion.

  Eric was not moving. He stood his groin flush against her bottom and held himself within her. His fingers were clenching and unclenching where he grasped her hips.

  She could sense he was holding himself in check. Knew he did not want to hurt her.

  “You’re so tight, it is almost indescribable.” Eric’s voice was a thick growl. It was almost unrecognisable. “Tonight I will show you the pleasures of the flesh.”

  Jasmine felt him gently caress her sides.

  “The only thing you will remember is my cock buried deep. My hands, mouth, lips pleasuring you. It will blot out the painful past. This is my gift to you.” Persuasion beat in every word.

  His hands settled back on her hips. Slowly at first, he began to thrust in and out of her. The glide of his cock tore a small mewl of pleasure from her throat.

  She curled her fingers against the glass. Every time he drove into her, it pushed her forwards. She had to brace her arms straight to stop herself from being shoved up against the window.

  Eric kept to slow, measured movements, ruthlessly controlling the rhythm. The whole time his gaze never wavered from watching her reflection.

  All she could do was stare lustfully back. It was all such a turn-on. Eric fucking her felt amazing.

  The vampire’s icy power rose around her, like a growing frost. Its coldness swept over her heated skin.

  Jasmine could feel her body tightening. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his thrusting cock. Eric moaned and began to thrust harder.

  “Yes.” His voice was uneven. “Feel me taking you, fucking you.”

  She withered back against him. Her hips moved to meet each movement of his hips. The slap of his flesh against her own just drove her exci
tement higher.

  Ice crystals began to form and spread across the window glass before her. It glistened like tiny, bejewelled, crystalline kisses. The chill pressed against her palms.

  The tension inside her was building. She felt Eric’s chest brush her back. Then his mouth landed on her neck. The sting of his fangs pierced her supple flesh.

  An explosion came from deep within her. Jasmine screamed as her body contracted around his.

  Eric began to plunge harder and faster. Any control he had desperately been clinging to had now slipped away.

  With a snarl he released her neck. She felt the rough lick of his tongue on her skin. He did not lessen his pace. The grip on her hips became almost bruising, as he continued to pound into her. His movements were now wild, frantic.

  Jasmine’s legs had gone weak. His strong hands were the only thing keeping her up now.

  The air became frosty, electric. The sharpness of a frigid wind soared around them and nipped at her naked flesh with a wintry sting.

  Eric suddenly roared as he came in one long, hard shudder. Chest heaving, he struggled for control, collapsing half over her. His hot chest pressed to her chilled back.

  A shiver of delight tingled through her. She was still afloat in the bliss of her own release.

  One of the vampire’s arms was around her waist, the other he had placed on the window next to one of hers. The brush of his lips teased her shoulder blades.

  His power fell away. The chill in the room faded and the warmth was restored.

  A small moan left Jasmine’s lips as his spent member slipped from her body. The evidence of their joining was wet and sticky between her thighs.

  Gently Eric lowered her onto the floor. The plush carpet met her naked back.

  “You are so exquisite.” His voice was deep and thickened. Lying beside her, he used the tips of his fingers to swirl patterns on her collar bone.

  Dazedly she basked in the afterglow. Her eyes were closed and coloured lights were awash dancing behind her eyelids. Never in her wildest dreams, had she thought it was going to be like that. A sense of contentment engulfed her.