by Claire Marta
Asier released her reluctantly. “You have finished being a police woman for the day. Mark told me to tell you to go home and rest. He has others searching for the creature now. Jasmine, I can offer you so much more if you let me.”
“The deal between us is blood only.” She told him warily.
“Ah yes. Our secret.” Raising a hand he touched her cheek with his fingertips, caressing down until his finger rested beneath her chin. “My bite of bliss for your sweet blood.”
Jasmine shivered. It sent her heartrate skipping up a notch. Every time he was near, he would pursue physical contact. Touch her in some way. She did not know why she allowed it.
“That’s all. I don’t want anything else.” She told him, moving a fraction so his hand fell away.
Asier’s violet eyes had become intense, almost hypnotic as he probed for the answers he wanted. “Are you prepared to live a life without a lovers touch? Has Eric ruined you for every other man?”
Jasmine’s mouth went dry. The vamp was to close. This was dangerous. “No, just vampires.”
“I could fulfil all your desires – tutti I vostri sogni.” He whispered deliciously soft as he leaned down to her ear. “And I would never let you regret it.”
“Asier.” Jasmine replied, in a low warning voice.
With calculated confidence, Asier closed the distance between them once again. “Stay, Jasmine.”
“I can’t.” He was intoxicating to look at. To smell. Touch. Asier’s powers of seduction began to ensnare her.
“You’re tired, aren’t you bella? Tired of being so strong. Let me take the burden from you tonight. Let me take care of you and your needs. All you have to do is say Si.” His accented voice was coaxing. “One little yes.”
“Asier…” Jasmine could feel her resolve cracking. The vampire was so persuasive. It was so fucking tempting. She was tired of feeling hurt and angry. Asier was offering her a way to forget. It was just sex. If she kept her heart out of it then it could just be some harmless fun. How hard could that be?
“Just sex, nothing else?” The words left her lips in a whisper. “No feelings. No swanky seduction. Purely physical.”
“If that is all you want.”
Tilting her chin she met his watchful gaze. “Just one night. That’s all this is.”
He answered her with a breath-taking smile that made him look positively angelic. Jasmine knew it was an illusion. Asier was the furthest thing from an angel. Gathering her up in his arms he held her close. Then suddenly he was kissing her. It was a slow gentle kiss that melted her like putty. A quick fleeting passion before he broke away.
“Don’t use your anger to hurt yourself. Give it to me. Fuck me. Use me. I can take anything you give. Unleash it. Give me everything you have. Cleanse these feelings from yourself.” He urged huskily. With three steps he had her backed up against the wall.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Jasmine muttered, winding her arms around his neck. Yanking on his hair she drew a gasp from his lips. She needed to feel desired. Wanted. For one brief night Asier could give her that. Jasmine pushed aside the small nagging guilt that this was wrong. At this very second she didn’t care. What she needed was to fuck. Forget Eric and the pang in her chest. The need to touch and taste Asier started to erode coherent thought.
He grabbed her by the throat. Instead of choking her like she half feared, he kissed her deeply. The force of it drove the air from her lungs. It was savage, primal. His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating and conquering. Sandwiched between the vampire and the wall she had nowhere to go. Not that she wanted to move.
Tightening her hold in the length of his hair she tugged on it harder. She knew instinctively that it excited him. With a growl in his throat he kissed her more desperately. His tongue seeking out every secret, every sweet corner. Asier’s seducing power sent goosebumps rising over her skin as it rose around them in a sultry wave. Nipping on her lower lip he bit down on it hard.
Jasmine half whimpered and moaned at the sharp sting. With a flick of his tongue he released her. Asier was done hunting. Now that she had finally given in, he was taking full charge. He was dominating. Commanding. A Master Vampire in full control, and who knew exactly what he wanted. Her.
She could feel his large hand holding her in place. His strong fingers still resting against the sensitive skin of her neck where her pulse point beat an erratic rhythm. Jasmine knew he could feel it. Smell her arousal. Her need. The soft, expensive material of his suit brushed against her naked limbs. Jasmine shivered. It made her very aware of her state of undress. How short and vulnerable she was to this wickedly sexy born vampire.
“Take your underwear off.” Asier’s words were a breath away from her lips. His accent had thickened. “And get on your knees.”
Jasmine ignored him. Instead, she tried to kiss him again but he pulled away. The silken length of his hair slid free from her grasp as he took several steps back.
“I’m in control now, bella. If you want me to kiss you again then do as I say.” His eyes had darkened to swirling pools of amethyst. Mesmerizing, urging her to obey. “If you are going to submit to me, you do it properly.”
Jasmine could feel herself sinking under his influence. The whisper of his sensual powers. Her mind emptying of anything but lust and the need to have him. A throbbing began between her thighs. Achy. Needy. Almost of their own accord she felt her legs weaken, but as Jasmine began to sink to her knees the vampire stopped her.
“If you don’t remove your panties and bra I will take one of my knives and cut them off you.” Asier warned. He was serious. She could see from the expression on his face.
With shaking hands Jasmine unclipped her bra. She couldn’t believe she was about to be naked in front of him. Biting on the corner of her lip she dropped the garment to the floor. A moment later she nervously lowered her lacy black panties, allowing them to slip free. Trying not to feel self-conscious, she sank down to her knees. The carpet was soft beneath her. Breathing increasing in excitement, she kept her head bent. She knew what he wanted. Had played this game in Prague. Submissively, she remained still, her hands resting palm upwards on her thighs. Asier remained in front of her. Jasmine kept her gaze pinned on his shiny black Italian shoes.
Asier stared down at the girl’s bowed head. She was stunning. He could barely believe he had her kneeling at his feet. Skin pale, he could see every naked curve. Breasts small, the areolas were a dusky pink. Gaze journeying down, he found trimmed dark curls on her mound. He was used to having women completely shaven, but with Jasmine he preferred them. Knees apart he had a clear view of her pussy from where he loomed above her.
She was trembling. Posture stiff, he could see clearly she was not comfortable. It was something he would change in time. Her body was something she should never be ashamed off. Something he would teach her. The scars on her inner arm caught his attention. Still pink, they had healed leaving burn blemishes. Marks of her bravery back in Prague. He wanted to run his lips over them. Trace them with his tongue. Mark it.
Jasmine was falling further under his spell of seduction. Asier could sense her letting go. Triumph coursed through him as he smirked. Finally, he was going to have her. No more running. No more fighting.
“Tonight I will make all the decisions for you.” He informed her knowing she was going to have little choice but to obey. Not now as she was enslaved to his will. “All you have to do is experience. I want to tie you up, but I don’t think you trust me enough yet for that.”
He would keep things simple the first time. Eventually though, he wanted to see her with wrists bound and a collar of ownership around her lovely slender neck.
“No...no tying up, Asier.” Jasmine responded, her head jolted up to reveal a flash of fear.
“Relax Jasmine.” Asier soothed, surprised by her reaction. He knew she was far from ready for that. She would need to be willing. It meant building trust. “I rarely do things vanilla, cara, but tonight I will make an exception just for
you.”
Enticing her into doing something she secretly wanted to do would take time. He was not about to push her limits. Not tonight. Building a rapport was necessary. Asier knew he would have to take care of both her mental and physically safety. Jasmine didn’t answer. Instead, she lowered her eyes demurely again to the floor.
His gaze never wavered from her face. Shrugging off his suit jacket he let it puddle on the floor. Next came his expensive red shirt, which he unbuttoned slowly. Asier could see the affect the waiting was having on her. The growing anticipation.
Her body betrayed her excitement. How she squirmed at the rustle of his clothes as he stripped them away. She was aroused. He could smell the growing musky scent. The rise and fall of her bare breasts quickened with each passing second. If she thought this was going to be a quick fuck, she was soon going to find herself mistaken.
Asier wanted to seduce all Jasmine’s senses. Not just with his powers of lust, but naturally too. He was more than skilled for the job. Again her innocence and freshness stirred his darker side. The throb of his fangs in his gums did not surprise him. Such pureness was something that would bring out the beast in any red-blooded male. And tonight she was his.
Discarding the last of his clothes, Asier stalked around her in a circle. His muscles rippled sensually under his bronzed skin as his stare hungrily ravaged every inch of her. “You were built for carnal desires Jasmine. For a male’s touch. For my touch.”
Jasmine pressed her thighs together at his words. She was already so wet. Excited tremors were racing over her skin. She could feel his lusty power encompassing her. Seeping into her mind. Her every pore. Raising her head she took in the measure of the male who desired her. He was beautiful. The hard, lean muscular magnificence of the Master Vampire’s naked form stood before her. His penis was long and surprisingly thick. It jutted from a nest of curls just as ebony as his long hair.
Jasmine’s breathing became shallow. Her nipples were already hard aching points. A familiar increasing neediness was pulsating between her legs. Something that Eric had only ever evoked. She needed to feel Asier’s cock inside her. Wanted him to fuck her hard like a savage. Wanted him to blot out the memory of the other vampire who plagued her every thought. Every dream.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs. Touch and offer yourself to me.” The Italian’s low growling words startled her with a jolt.
Jasmine’s shocked gaze locked with his. “Touch myself?” Her voice was shaky.
Asier stood over her, a proud dark image of determination and self-confidence. Hands on his hips he surveyed her as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the world.
“You want me, don’t you Jasmine? So show me how much….Cazzo. Don’t tell me you’ve never bought yourself to orgasm with you own hand before?” He questioned with disbelief.
“I have...” She admitted with shyness, not quite meeting his eyes.
Asier’s full lips curved up in a sexy tempting smile. “I want to see how.”
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, Jasmine got slowly up. Her stomach was twisting and turning in knots with so many emotions. Embarrassment. Wariness. A hunger to experience sex again. Standing an arm’s length away, the vampire waited, watching her patiently. He did not make any movement towards her, which she was grateful for. Jasmine knew he could probably recognize her feelings.
Taking a deep nervous breath, Jasmine climbed awkwardly onto the bed. She had never touched herself with someone watching before. It was private. An intimate pleasure she did tucked under her bed covers with the lights off.
Settling back against the satiny sheets she realised there was a mirror on the ceiling. Something she had not noticed before. Eyes widening she stared at herself in the reflection. The woman looking back was sexy. Short red hair ruffled, her cheeks and chest were flushed with sexual excitement. Relaxing back Jasmine let her gaze explore the rest of her pale slender figure. She wasn’t skinny. The last few weeks she had gained a few more curves. Of its own accord, her left hand slipped down across her flat stomach. The sensation sent tingles searing down to her wet, waiting core. Was she really going to do this? Let the dark angelic vampire watch her?
Licking her lips, Jasmine brushed the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her finger’s hovered there. It had been a while since she had done this. She wasn’t even sure she was comfortable enough to make herself come. Jasmine could feel Asier watching. Sense his imposing presence. As his powers increased, simmering throughout the room in a heavy tidal wave, the last of her resistance melted away.
Thighs falling open, her touch ventured down to her slick damp folds. A long low moan left her throat as she rubbed herself. Eyes fluttering closed, Jasmine arched her back.
“Cazzo. You’re the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” Asier’s husky words caressed her all over.
Finding her little hard nub she began to tease it with a circle motion. Thrusting her hips up her legs spread wide.
“Open your eyes Jasmine. Look at yourself in the mirror bella. Pleasuring yourself is something you should not be ashamed of.” The Italian coaxed. He sounded much closer. “There are so many ways I can send you to heaven. So many ways so take your body, as well as your mind. Under my touch, my lips, you will be set free to experience each and every one.”
Jasmine moaned. Eyes fluttering open she became mesmerized by the reflection of herself she could see above.
“I enjoyed having you on your knees. It makes me want to take that pretty mouth of yours with my cock again, but we can save that for later.” Asier was standing beside the bed watching her play with herself. His attention riveted to what she was doing.
Jasmine rubbed herself faster. She could see how excited it was making him. How much he wanted her. Desired her. A moment later Jasmine felt the side of the bed dip with his weight as he joined her on the mattress. He did not move to touch her. Instead he lounged next to her, continuing to observe. It was not what she wanted. Needed.
With a heavy lidded green eyed gaze, she pinned him with a beguiling stare. “Just fuck me Asier, stop with the games.”
Warm fingertips brushed the crescent moon birthmark on her hip. A moment later hungry lips followed. “So impatient.” He murmured softly.
Abandoning her clit, Jasmine closed her legs and slowly slid her hands up her naked body to cup her breasts. Chest heaving erratically, she tweaked at her nipples. Lightly at first, then with growing desperation. She felt like she was on fire. A burning need fanned by Asier’s energy. His influence. It consumed her. Unable to stay still, she writhed against the bed.
A confident hand pushed hers aside. Pinching her nipples between his fingers, he twisted them until she cried out. A sweet sharp jolt of pain shot through her. Instead of putting her off, it enhanced her pleasure.
“Did you know the word passion is derived from the Latin meaning to suffer?” Asier told her as he continued to torture the peaks mercilessly.
Jasmine groaned as she clutched the blankets beneath her as the vampire applied more pressure.
“You must suffer a little if you love something, and you love fucking don’t you Jasmine?” Not waiting for her to answer he captured a nipple between his teeth. Biting gently, he licked and swirled it with his tongue.
Compelling and insistent, the sensual heat of his energy crashed over her again. Jasmine was drowning in sensation. In primitive animal need. To fuck. To mate.
In one fluid movement Asier travelled down her body. Sweeping across her flesh the long strands of his black hair cascaded over her. It was strangely erotic. Reaching her legs the vampire began to kiss and bite his way up her thighs before forcing them open and spreading them wide. No gentleness. Just raw need. Wasting no time, he delved between her soaking pussy lips. Jasmine gasped, body tensing at the fierce invasion.
Asier’s tongue rolled over her clit again and again, then she felt him nip. Jasmine thrashed against the bed. She could see his dark head in the reflection above. His hair
flowed across her sprawled legs. Mewling she thrust herself upwards against his pleasuring mouth. When she felt the prick of his fangs her breathing became ragged gasps.
Jasmine could feel her thighs quaking with a mix of excitement and fear at what he might do next. With languid strokes he teased her with the tip of his tongue. He seemed to be in no hurry. The vampire kept her teetering on the edge. Every time she felt herself building close to release he would stop.
“Please….please don’t tease me Asier.” Jasmine begged, trying to mash her pussy up into his face. He was a fucking tease. It was driving her insane. “I can’t take it.”
“You’re my plaything tonight, you don’t have a say in this.” He murmured, raising his head with a teasing smirk. His chin and lips were glistening with her juices. Returning to his task, he continued to feast.
Jasmine sobbed in frustration. Asier was torturing her. Everything was wound so tight inside her she thought she might break when he finally showed mercy. Time lost all meaning. The Master Vampire easily kept her pinned in place beneath him as he pleasured her. Each lash of his tongue, each nip or suck made Jasmine more mindless. When finally he did relent, her orgasm came so hard and so strong her body arched painfully off the bed like a taut bow. Jasmine screamed. It was so intense she blacked out for a moment or two. When she came back to her senses, Asier was still between her legs. He had not let up.
Jasmine wailed as he forced another orgasm from her body. Hips bucking against him, she tugged desperately on his hair. He ignored her. His assaulting mouth bringing her sobbing to another release. Ecstasy was blended with hurt.
Dazed Jasmine lay trying to catch her breath. Before she even realised it, the Italian had moved. His lips crashed down on hers. Jasmine could taste herself in their kiss. Almost cruelly he plunged his tongue between her lips. He was overwhelming her.
Fangs. She could feel the deadly sharp points. Yet they held no fear for her. Not now. Hot and very hard, his cock was pressed against her hip. She wanted him to give relief to the ache between her legs. Give her what she was seeking. Oblivion for one night. Jasmine dug her nails into his firm ripped back. She wasn’t afraid of hurting him. In fact, the more she sank them deep the more he shuddered with bliss. She could feel the sheer strength and power of his big body. It thrilled her, and frightened her.
