Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3)

by Melville, J. A

  While he licked and sucked on one nipple, he caressed the other one, rolling the peak between his fingers and thumb until it had hardened. Gently he kissed his way down her stomach, slipping his tongue into her belly button and he couldn’t help smiling when she gasped and bucked up.

  Releasing her, he sat up and with his eyes on hers to see what her reaction was, he parted her legs, his gaze dropping to stare at the beautiful sight between her thighs that tempted him; his nostrils flaring when the scent of her arousal drifted up.

  Gently he slipped a finger into her and groaned, his cock getting even harder when he felt how wet she was. How did she do that? After all she’d been through, she was soaking wet and the thing that blew him away was she was soaking wet for him.

  Carefully he slipped a second finger inside her and began to slide them in and out of her, twisting them and curling them until he brushed against that sweet little spot inside her. While he used his fingers to thrust into her, his tongue found her clitoris, sweeping over it, feeling it beginning to swell under his touch. He settled into a pattern of sucking gently on it and licking it, his caresses rewarded with throaty cries from Arissa that were a direct link to his cock, making it twitch in reaction.

  He had to make her come, fuck she had to come. He wanted to make her come before he finally got to do what he’d wanted to do since he’d first seen her, he wanted to sink into her body and fuck her until neither of them could walk.

  Faster he laved her clit, his fingers plunging into her more urgently as he built her up. He listened to her breathing becoming more and more laboured, he could hear the sound of her heart thundering in her chest and she began to writhe around on the bed, her back arching, her hips tilting her sweet little cunt more firmly against his lips. Finally she cried out, her back forming a bow and as he kept his fingers inside her, her muscles closed around him, pulsing and grabbing at him. A flood of her juices coated his fingers and he groaned, his hips moving restlessly in response to watching the effect her orgasm was having on her.

  He had to be inside her instead of lying here rubbing his aching cock against his sheets. Watching her come, smelling her, seeing her release on his fingers when he raised them to his lips was tearing him apart. He waited until she started to come down, her eyes moving to his before he stuck his fingers in his mouth and as she watched, he sucked her sweetness from them. Fuck she tasted so good, so sweet. She was so damned beautiful and more fucking responsive than he’d ever have imagined she could be given all she’d endured.

  “Baby, I need you, I want you, please, god, please, I have to be inside you and now, I can’t wait any longer. Do you still want this?” He asked his voice hoarse from his arousal and his stomach tightened into a hard knot as he waited for her response. If she said no to him now, if she denied him, he’d cry, he knew that without a doubt, he’d break down and weep. He’d be a broken man.

  “I want you Lucian. I’ve imagined what this would be like with you. Show me what the reality is like please.” She blushed lightly as she met his eyes. “Fuck me.” She whispered and he couldn’t help smiling at her choice of words. Somehow any kind of profanity sounded odd coming from her with her gentle, soft voice and that angelic face but he wasn’t going to argue with her. She was speaking his language and after placing one lingering kiss on the smooth skin of her stomach, he slid up her body, settling between her thighs.

  Much as he longed to just thrust into her and bury himself balls deep in her, he didn’t. This woman was not like the women he normally fucked, Arissa was special, she was delicate, fragile, damaged and she deserved to be treasured, to be treated with care. This was one time where he was going to have to hold back on his natural urge to simply take her and satisfy his desperate desire. He was going to have to be gentle with her and make love to her slowly.

  He kissed her softly, his lips brushing over hers, back and forth, but not deepening the kiss. He nibbled his way down her neck and his fangs descended as he felt her frantic pulse beating rapidly with her excitement.

  Lucian slipped one hand between their bodies and found her wet and ready for him. He grasped his aching cock in one hand and positioned it until the head was at her sweet cunt. He could feel her damp heat and he pushed forward, groaning loudly as inch by agonisingly slow inch he thrust into her, filling her.

  Fuck she felt good, so warm, so wet, so damned fucking tight. He hadn’t expected that, for her to be so tight given she wasn’t a virgin. It was testing his control feeling her sweet little cunt closing around him, enveloping him in her snug feminine grip so firmly it was pulling at his piercings, which only served to fuel an even greater need in him.

  When finally he was in her, buried as deep as he could go, feeling her, savouring her, he paused for a moment, giving her body a chance to adjust to him. She sighed, a soft sound against his shoulder and that was all the reassurance he needed. Pulling most of the way back out of her, grinding his teeth together at the delicious friction of their intimate embrace, he slowly and gently thrust back into her, savouring the feel of her, the warmth and wetness of her as she tightened even more around him, nearly pushing him over the edge.

  She was going to drive him insane. He’d never felt anything like how it felt to be inside Arissa. This wasn’t just sex; this was far more profound than that. She was special, beautiful and she trusted him, enough to let him into her body. As he thrust again, struggling to keep his movements slow and measured, he realised just how much she’d given to him. She was giving herself to him and as he lifted his head to glance down at her face, he felt strangely possessive of her. He didn’t want any other man to experience the heaven of being inside her. He wanted her for himself; he wanted her to be his and his alone.

  She had her eyes closed, her fingers either side of her head, gripping the pillow tightly and the sight of her, with her lips parted, so obviously caught up in the moment, clearly enjoying the feel of him in her, loosened his tight control a little and he began to thrust harder and faster. As he moved with long, deep strokes in and out of her, he kept himself propped up on his hands, watching her face to be sure he wasn’t hurting her. When her lips parted and formed a perfect ‘O’ and her legs lifted and curled around his hips, drawing him closer to her, he smiled to himself, relieved that she was clearly enjoying herself.

  Fighting to keep himself from doing what every instinct was telling him, what his body screamed at him to do, to fuck her like an out of control animal, Lucian thrust, forcing himself to keep his movements slow and steady. It was killing him though. The pressure was building in him, the familiar tingle in the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls. He had to fight to stay in control. He couldn’t come before he made her come again. He wanted to feel her around him, squeezing him as she came. He wanted to feel those muscles of hers like a vice on him until he had no choice but to come and then she would milk him, extract every single drop of cum from him.

  Changing the angle of his hips, he began to move faster, plunging deep into her, listening to her moans and gasps, the sounds throaty and erotic, driving him crazy, and with a low answering moan, he dropped onto her, his hands finding her hair, tangling his fingers into it.

  He needed her to come, he needed to come, but he wanted to come while he tasted her, since the feeling while feeding and fucking could never be truly understood, unless experienced. Coming while the blood flowed into him was the ultimate nirvana. Burying his nose in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, he bit her, feeling his fangs burst through her vein and immediately her warm blood began to fill his mouth.

  Arissa cried out, a gasp of shock and pain, and then she moaned, that throaty moan of hers before her back arched and she screamed his name. She started to come, her muscles clamping down around him like a vice, squeezing him, and pushing him towards his own release. As he felt the flood of her orgasm wash around him, he thrust once, twice more and finally let go, pumping into her, coming hard.

  Fuck it was intense, his whole body caught in
the grip of the most mind blowing sexual experience of his life. In what felt like an endless wave of release, he came and came, pumping into her, filling her, groaning with pleasure, crying her name against her neck until he finally finished emptying into her.

  Overcome from what he just experienced and overwhelmed with emotions unfamiliar to him, he collapsed on top of her and lay there for a moment, feeling the thundering beat of her heart through him and listened to her tortured breathing in his ear as she struggled to draw air into her lungs.

  Lucian suddenly worried about being too heavy for her, but he was also concerned with how she was feeling after they’d made love. It had been amazing and mind blowing for him but he wanted it to be just as amazing and mind blowing for her.

  He started to lift himself, to pull free of her since he was still buried inside her. Of course one fuck wasn’t enough to quench his desire and he was still hard. When he moved, ready to get off her, Arissa uttered a sound of protest, her arms encircling him and holding onto him tightly. Her legs locked around his hips and he smiled against her hair at her actions. Ok, so his beautiful angel didn’t want him to get off her just yet.

  He raised his head to look down at her face since she allowed him to do that much. “Are you ok baby? Was that ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  She smiled at him, a serene little smile and as he watched her, a blush coloured her cheeks. “It was good, it was great, it was amazing.” She said shyly. “In fact, I liked it so much; I was wondering if we could do it again? If that’s ok and only if you want to.” She said her expression suddenly worried.

  Lucian felt a flood of relief at her words, his gaze moving over her face from those beautiful blue eyes of hers to her full lips. Was she serious? Ok, he knew she’d enjoyed the sex because she’d come, but it amused him that she had to ask if he’d want to do it again. He was a man, he was a vampire and he was still as hard as a fucking iron bar inside her, so yes, he was ready to go again.

  “Baby, what do you think?” He thrust forward holding himself deep inside her. “I’m still inside you and I’m hard so you can bet I want to do it again. I’m vampire so we like to do this a lot, and we need to do it a lot. Feeding and fucking is a vampire thing. It makes it even better. To feed while fucking increases the pleasure, it intensifies the orgasm; you have to have noticed that?” He said and she nodded, still seemingly shy with him which secretly amused him since his cock was still buried in her.

  He wrapped his arms around her and before she could react, he’d rolled until he was on the bottom and she lay on top of him. Their bodies were still joined and he thrust up into her one time watching her gasp.

  “Now baby, it’s time to give you the control; you on top so you can set the pace, so you can decide if this time is slow or fast.” He stared up into her face, raising one hand to push her hair back so he could see her beautiful eyes. “Come my sweet angel, make love to me.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Arissa

  I sat on Lucian, staring down at him, into his chocolate coloured eyes that were filled with his desire for me. Once upon a time to see desire like that, for a man to lust after me like that, would have terrified me but not now, not with him. This man, this beautiful, stunningly gorgeous vampire wanted me and the evidence of his desire was buried deep inside me now as I sat impaled on his huge erection.

  He had told me to make love to him and I was too embarrassed to admit to him that I had no idea how to do that. I’d never had consensual sex before. Sex had always been my father raping me. I knew nothing else except for what Lucian had shown me tonight. I had no idea how to be sexy or sensual, how to flirt, and I certainly had no idea how to make love to someone.

  Lucian must have realised something was wrong, since I’d failed to respond in any way to his request. ”What’s wrong baby? You’re looking a little like a deer caught in the headlights. Do you not wish to make love again? If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

  I gave him a sceptical look. Was he serious about stopping? He was erect and his cock was inside me. Was he trying to tell me he’d be perfectly ok with me getting off him now?

  “So if I got off you now….” I started to raise myself. “You’d be ok with that?” I asked and giggled when Lucian’s hands shot out, latching onto my hips and pulled me back down on him again.

  “Fuck it, no baby. I lied, I need you, I want you, make love to me my angel.”

  I met the heat of his eyes and blushed, dropping my head again. How did I tell him?

  Suddenly I felt fingers under my chin, tilting my face to his. “What’s wrong? I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me, don’t be shy with me baby. It’s a little too late for that don’t you think? My cock is inside you.” He grinned.

  I couldn’t help smiling at his comment and the irony of the situation. It was a little foolish for me to be getting embarrassed about answering him when we were still connected as intimately as two people could be connected.

  I finally met his eyes and sighed. “I...it’s just that...I…I don’t know how to make love to you. I’ve never done it before. I’ve…there’s only ever been father and I…and I..I didn’t want him to do what he did to me so I don’t…” My voice trailed off.

  Lucian pushed his fingers into my hair, either side of my face and dragged me down to him, his lips closing over mine. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, he didn’t demand entrance to my mouth with his tongue but it was a slow lingering kiss, a sweet kiss and when he finally released my lips, I was breathing heavily. He affected me so much. Never in a million years would I have thought a man would ever be able to arouse me, that there would ever be a man I’d willingly want to spend time with, have sex with but Lucian had done it. He was that one in a million man who had made me feel, who had woken me, given me life which was kind of ironic since he was vampire which meant he was dead.

  I opened my eyes after his tender kiss and found him staring at me, a look on his face I couldn’t decipher. “God, I’m sorry baby. How could I be so stupid? I forgot. Well, I didn’t forget about what your father has put you through, but I forgot that of course you have never had a sexual experience that you consented to, until now. If you will allow me, I shall show you what it is like for you to make love to me. You are on top for this. You get to set the pace, ok?”

  I nodded, still not entirely sure what he wanted me to do, but he shifted his hands to my hips and lifted me, slowly. I felt the length of him slipping out of me, inch by inch and those piercings of his rubbed along inside me stirring up every sensitive nerve ending. When he was nearly out of me, he stopped then encouraged me to lower myself on him again. It was deliciously slow, the feel of him filling me, stretching me as I took every inch of him back inside. Once I was seated on him again, Lucian raised a hand, his fingers brushing my hair back from my face, a look of such incredible tenderness in his eyes, I couldn’t look away.

  “Make love to me a baby.” He said softly, his voice husky and this time, when his hands settled on my hips, I didn’t need him to encourage me to rise on him.

  Placing my palms on his stomach, I rose up and lowered, my movements slow, careful, all the time with my eyes held in the burning intensity of Lucian’s. Up and down, my pace steady; the feel of his piercings rubbing over my delicate, sensitive flesh, arousing me, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

  Needing more, I started to move faster but Lucian’s fingers dug into my hips, slowing me again. “Savour it, feel it baby. There’s no rush.” His voice was husky.

  I whimpered, wanting more, needing to move faster. Grabbing his hands that rested on my hips, I peeled his fingers off me, ignoring the look of surprise on his face at me quite clearly taking charge.

  I bent over him, bracing myself on his stomach, my movements faster, more frantic as my excitement grew. Harder, faster, I rode him, my nerves gone, no longer feeling awkward, eyes closed as I gave myself over to the passion consuming me. I was running on pure instinct and natural drive now, desperate to
feel the intense pleasure that only Lucian could make me feel.

  I heard him groan and when I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was watching where our bodies were joined. He was watching his cock going in and out of me. Something about his expression excited me and I leaned back, shifting my hands to his thighs, rising up and down faster, rotating my hips, grinding down on him, desperate for that release.

  Lucian’s hands smoothed their way up my thighs until he reached my clitoris, rubbing his thumb over it. At his touch, pleasure stabbed through me and I bucked violently on him, recognising the now familiar pressure of my impending orgasm. I was still so new to this sex for pleasure, but I was rapidly becoming a fan of it, addicted to the overwhelming sensations it stirred in me.

  With one more flick of his thumb over my swollen bud, Lucian bucked up into me, rotating his hips enough for his piercings to scrape over that sensitive spot inside me, and I cried out as my orgasm hit. I couldn’t even rise up from him anymore; instead I sat down hard, feeling him press up against my cervix. As wave after wave of sensation speared through me, radiating out through my body, I ground down on Lucian, desperate to extract every fragment of pleasure from him, writhing on him; my body in the grip of something powerful. When finally it was over, I sagged, collapsing over his chest, panting hard, savouring the blissful calm that flowed through me.

  As awareness of my surroundings returned, I realised Lucian was running a hand down my back in a calming, soothing caress. While I gasped frantically for air, he made no sound, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the fact he didn’t breathe. I could still feel him buried deep inside me, hard, huge and it was obvious, he hadn’t come. Was it because I’d done something wrong? Maybe my first attempt to make love to him wasn’t good enough?

  I glanced down at him and found him watching me, his eyes narrowed to little more than slits. “Was that good baby? You looked like you were enjoying yourself and I can’t tell you how sexy it is to watch you come, to see your cheeks flush and that rosy glow spread out over your chest. You make the sexiest little sounds and now I’m hungry for my own release. I need to come but I want you back under me.” He said and before I could respond, he’d flipped us again so I lay under him, our bodies still joined intimately. “I’m sorry but I can’t make love to you right now.” His words made my heart sink momentarily, until he continued. “This time I need to fuck you, I need to fuck you hard. I’m going to fuck you until I come, and I’m going to take more of your blood ok?”