by Emily Bex
She rolled to face him her hand slid over his cheek and whispered softly, “Max... all for love.” She curled into him as his arms surrounded her and she fell in love with him all over again.
He lay next to her and imagined an eternity of her next to him. There was so much to share, so much he could give her. “Come, my angel. There are things I want to show you. I don’t want us to miss any of this day.”
“More? There’s more?” Giggling, she climbed on top of him and straddled his hard-muscled body and kissed him softly. “I can’t go out without a swimsuit. I seem to have lost mine.” Displaying a mock modesty,, she threw her arms over her breasts. “I need a suit, Max.” She bit her lower lip, making a coy, sexy face.
“My angel, you look ravishing just as you are. But this cabana was made for you and I have plenty of swimwear, beach towels—whatever you might need.”
He slid his long muscular body from their bed and walked to a dresser, pulling fresh clothes out for both of them. He turned and handed her a bikini in the softest color pink. “Wear this one, angel. I love you in pink.”
The color complemented her skin perfectly and she wiggled into it as she turned her back to him. “Max, will you tie the string for me please? I never knew you loved me in pink!” She could feel his hands on her back. “Where are we going?”
He took her hand and led her from the cabana as they walked down the beach. “Patience, my angel.”
They walked along the surf line, letting the waves break over their feet and watching as the surf ebbed and flowed, the sandpipers running at the edge of the surf line, and listening to the seagulls call out to them. Her skin glowed in the sun and the breeze tossed her blonde hair. He squeezed her hand as he smiled down at her, his beautiful angel.
“Just up here, Rissie, our own private alcove on our own private island. Come, swim with me.”
As they walked hand in hand in the sun, she enjoyed every second. Then she saw the alcove filled with the bluest of water and a huge waterfall. “Max! Oh Max!” Yanking on his hand, she ran headlong for the alcove, her hair whipping behind her as he followed. She looked back at him, laughing. “You’re getting old and slow. Come on!”
He listened to her laughter. He remembered how easily she used to laugh. He watched her as she ran, her ass tight and toned, her legs long and lean, that hair flying. It was a sight to behold. As he caught up with her, he slid his arms around her waist and jumped with her into the deep waters of the alcove. She squealed with delight and he swam away from her, dunking under the water, and came up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, his lips on her neck.
“Come angel, swim with me under the waterfall.”
She squealed with laughter as he went underwater and she shook her wet hair, running her hands through it when she felt his hands on her shoulders behind her. The water felt cooling to their skin, hot from the sun. His lips sought out her neck and she craved to feel him feed from her again.
She swam with him, paddling her feet, her arms spread in front of her, heading straight to the thundering waterfall.
The water crashed over them, and created a churn in the water that spun them in a slow circle. He reached for her and she grabbed his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist once more as they allowed the current of the undertow to carry them in a circle, around and around, like a cork floating in the ocean. And with each turn, they were taken under the falls to create a pattern of being in a curtain of water, then clear of it, then under it again, and clear of it, and he kissed her softly, waiting for that next curtain of water to fall over them again. With each rotation, the kisses became more passionate, hungrier, and needier. He had gone without her for so long. He’d been tormented by the thoughts of her with Alec, lying with him, feeding from him, fucking him. But that would all end soon. This woman was his now.
She felt that pull to him, this was what she’d always wanted, to be loved like this once more. As they went around again, she laid her head on his shoulder, feeling the water break over them, bringing such a feeling of contentment. She could stay here all day like this, his arms around her. She could make his life so wonderful. She let her lips barely touch his neck and she moaned with the smell of him, the feel of him, and the call of his blood. She snaked her tongue out and licked the beads of water from his skin and she felt him wanting her to feed. His hands entangled in her hair, his cock hard as it rested between her legs, pressed against her sex.
He felt her lips at his neck and he sensed her hunger. Alec withheld from her. Max knew him well. It was all about control with Alec. He ran his hand through her hair and pulled her to his neck, turning his head. “Drink, my angel. Drink your fill.”
“Max, I’ll never forget this day.” As her fangs elongated, she sank them deep and felt the rumble of his body vibrate through her own and she shivered from the pure ecstasy of that feeling. No mortal could ever understand the eroticism of feeding from a vampire. She drew slowly and moaned, tasting that musky all male taste of him, master and beast combined in gentle love and giving. She kept feeding slowly, as her arm went around his neck, the other laying on his chest. She crossed her ankles at his back and squeezed against him, fitting him like a glove. Taking one last long draw, she unlatched and threw her head back, his blood running down her chin as she licked it slowly, lashing her tongue out to capture it all.
He covered her mouth with his, tasting his own blood on her lips, and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss and swam, pulling her beside him to the side of the lagoon where he helped her out. “Come, my angel. Let’s get back in the sun. Walk with me. Our day is passing way too fast.”
He helped her from the water, leading her away from the lagoon as she moaned softly, looking over her shoulder at the paradise they were leaving. His stride was long and covered much distance compared to her. He finally slowed down, and they began to walk, hand in hand once again. “Max, what would you say if I wanted to keep my business? I love my work and what I do. Would you object to that?”
Max turned and looked at her, pulled her down onto the white sand where they both stretched out side by side. “Rissie, our life can be whatever you want it to be. It’s ours to create. What do you envision? What do you desire? I have the means to make it so. Do you want to work? If that’s your choice, then by all means, I would want you to work. But this island is just one of many homes. I have homes all over the world, in the most exotic places. From Bangkok to Paris, my angel, and all points in between. I have another island in Greece. Do you want to ski? Then we go to Switzerland. Gamble? We’re off to Monte Carlo. The world is at your feet. You have only to tell me how you wish to live, and you shall have it.”
Lying on the sand next to him, she heard him give her the world. She could get whatever material things she desired from Alec, but what she wanted was something money couldn’t buy. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, staring at the water, waves, and white sands for miles.
“I can have all those things now, Max. I like working, it’s who I am. It gives me a great sense of accomplishment to succeed and make my own money, develop my own friends and contacts worldwide. I enjoy being tired at the end of the day from doing something I love. I’m not a possession, something to be put on a pedestal and admired. That’s not who I am anymore.”
He listened to her speak. This Rissa was much changed from the young girl he once knew. She was more confident, more independent, but it was a change that suited her.
“Rissie, if working is what you want, then I’m more than happy to accommodate you. My coven is Virginia, Maryland, and Delaware. I literally surround D.C., so there would be no need for us to move. No reason for you to give up your business. I have an estate in Virginia, a large house on the James River. If it‘s not to your liking, we can sell it, and you can pick where we live. It matters not to me as long as you’re there.”
She watched as he stood and faced the ocean waves, the soft breeze catching those long curls. His body was rock hard and that face, sh
e could drown in its ruggedness. As her eyes fed on him, she knew Alec could give her something Max would never be able to give. Alec was her master, he would hear her call forever, care for her in his wicked loving way. There was no breaking the blood covenant, and the crack inside her heart for Max suddenly sealed closed. Alec had ambition. With Alec, she climbed with him, fought with him, decided with him, they did it together. She would be walking away from something she loved doing with Alec, helping him climb to the top. It fed her lonely soul. Alec would always be her maker, her master, who delivered his own brand of love.
Max pointed out onto the blue horizon. “Look out there, my love, the yacht, see it? It’s ‘The Angel’. And we can sail away any day, to anywhere you want. You decide our future.”
As he pointed out to the water, she focused her sight onto the huge yacht. “Max! You named a boat after me?” Laughing, she looked up at him. “Max, why? Why all of this? Why now?”
He sat down on the sand next to her side by side at ocean's edge. “I told you, angel. I made a mistake and I can never apologize enough for it. I made a mistake when I let you go. I knew, immediately, it was the wrong choice, but you went straight to him. I thought I’d get over you in time, but I can't. I can't get over you. And I won't stop until you're mine.”
Laying her head on his shoulder, she looked out and knew this day would be locked in her heart forever. “My sweet, Max, you’re so handsome, so gentle with my heart. I’d have much to wrap up before I could leave. I know you’re impatient, but I can’t just leave on a dime. My business is vital to me. I’d have to plan carefully. And I’m scared. You know what he can and will do to me.”
She turned in his arms, her hands slid down his back, his muscles taut and well defined, strong and tanned. He spent much time in the sun and she loved the color of his dark tan against the comparative paleness of her skin. They were like night and day, his dark hair, long curls, and her blonde locks. She snuggled into his neck and breathed him in so deep. “Just hold me tight, Max, hold me.”
He lay back on the sand and pulled her over on top of him. “My angel, I have waited all this time, I can wait for you to get your affairs in order so you can come to me. I know he’ll try to follow, and I’ll handle it. Now come make love to me one last time before this day ends.”
Rissa knew Max would not let her go easily, and the potion was already as good as in her possession. She was ready. He would never touch Alec. Sliding on top of him, she kissed him long and deep, her hair cascading over his face and then she slid down his body, leaving small nips as she went. Reaching his trunks, she yanked them down and tossed them into the waves behind her. She cupped his balls, squeezing them slightly. She flicked her tongue back and forth playfully over the head of his bulging cock as it stood at complete attention. She swirled her tongue around the head, sliding her tongue over top to catch that tasty bead of cum and moaned. Grasping his steel in her hand, she pulled it from her mouth. “I’ve learned a few tricks since we were last together.”
Lowering her head, she flung her hair back and then took him deep into her throat in one gulp, and began to stroke him in and out of her mouth.
Fuck! This woman will drive me mad! He lifted her up, disengaging his cock from her mouth most reluctantly. “Save it, my angel. Come with me. I have one last surprise for you.”
He walked with her into the ocean and swam out past the surf line to where the water was calmer and took her to a bed suspended on a platform, floating in the water. He climbed up the platform and reached down to grab her hand, lifting her up. He carried her to the bed, lay her down and stretched out on his back beside her. “Now, where were we before I so rudely interrupted? Ah yes, my cock in your mouth, please, resume your pleasure and mine, my angel.”
She looked at him with slight annoyance. He interrupted her, and now he expected her to proceed? Men! She stared at him long and hard, and then leaned down and nipped the inside of his thigh hard.
“You tease me! You taunt me, and drag me away from my most pleasurable treat?” She slid her hands up under his ass, sinking her nails deep into the hardened muscles of his ass cheeks. “And then you wish for me to resume as if nothing happened?”
She bent over him and sucked him down hard and deep, sliding him in and out of her mouth several times, feeling him respond and she let go of his cock. “You have teased me unfairly, Max.”
Sliding up his body, latching her mouth to his, he rolled her over onto her back. The sun was starting to set. He knelt between her legs and ripped the bikini bottom from her body, lifting her knees to her chest, sliding his hands up her calves until her ankles were on either side of her face and her sex was exposed to him. He drilled her hard, slamming his cock into her, feeling the bed rock with the motion.
She screamed out as he pierced her, pounding hard into her. “Rough sex, my angel? We can play that too.” He was hunched over her, thrusting hard, holding her legs up, gripping her ankles tightly, as her hips rose to meet every thrust. He pounded her with such ferocity, he watched as her breasts bounced to the rhythm, her head thrown back, her mouth open, eyes closed. He pulled out and released her legs and flipped her over in one swift move, lifting her hips so she was on her knees as he pushed her head down so her ass was in the air. He took her from behind, gripping her hips and slamming into her, the bed rocking and riding the waves, as she gripped the sheets in both hands and growled with pleasure. He slapped her ass hard and she groaned and pushed her hips into him. He slapped her again, harder this time. “Don't think I don't remember, Rissie... don't think I don't remember who taught you to first love the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain.” His cock throbbed deep inside of her and his body screamed for relief. He reached beneath her and rubbed her clit, pinching her, tugging at her, sending signals screaming through her body. “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum hard for Daddy.”
She gasped with such sweet pain and pleasure as his fingers pinched her clit bringing her close to orgasm. She could feel her beast calling to his. Then she heard those words, ‘baby girl’ and ‘daddy’, but the voice was not her Alec, not her daddy! She was not his baby girl!
She snapped as her beast reared up in anger beyond anything she had ever felt. Reaching up behind her, gripping Max and flinging him over her head and watched his body slam into the water. She crouched and then stood tall and roared like a beast gone wild. Her eyes were glaring like the fires of hell and her fangs dripped. “How dare you call me that! You don’t own me! I’m not yours! My master is the only beast allowed to call me that, and you’re not my master!” She snarled at him like she could eat him alive.
Max’s beast exploded, and he leapt back to the bed and picked her up by the neck and teleported them back to the beach where he dropped her in the sand, kicking and screaming, her fangs bared as she hissed at him. He walked around her slowly and growled out his words.
“You toy with me, Rissa? You toy with my heart? Was this a fun little game for you? Was this a little diversion in your life of boredom? A life where your master ignores you? Where your master makes you beg for affection? I’ve sorely misjudged. You don’t love me, you never loved me. The only person Rissa loves is Rissa. Get out! Leave! And rest assured, you self-centered bitch, you’ll pay for this betrayal!”
She leapt into the air but hovered before she teleported away to shout at him, “You can’t buy this mate from her master. He will reign over me and I gladly let him. Thank you for showing me my master gives me so much more than you can ever imagine. You threw me away! Now pay the price for your stupid error!”
Disappearing into the air, he didn’t follow, and she knew he was done with her. He wouldn’t follow or return to her again. Her heart sang, for she was finally sure of her purpose, the only thing she ever needed or wanted... Alec.
Max stood on the shore as she teleported herself away from him. Wise move, because he was ready to strangle the life out of her. He heard her scream her words back at him, and then she was gone. His fists were clenched, and he
screamed with rage into the night air as the sun started to sink below the horizon. “That bitch! She played me! She played me all along.”
He teleported nude back to the condo in D.C. and walked to his bedroom and got dressed. He was pacing the floor in anger, his beast wouldn’t recede, and he would take to the streets himself this night to vent this rage. He walked to the bar to pour himself a healthy glass of Midnight when he noticed the cabinet door was open and he picked up the scent of another vampire. He ripped the door from the hinges as he leaned in and looked at the box that contained the vials of the potion. There were two missing vials. “Fuck! Fuck you, Rissa! Fuck you to hell.”
He teleported out into the city and landed in Georgetown. You think it's over? It's over when I say it's over!
He knew the area was still being monitored by Shade’s warriors so he struck fast, killing mortals and moving on, slashing, gutting, removing limbs, removing heads. He struck, and struck, and struck again, until he was covered in their blood, and he could feel Shade’s army of warriors behind him. He teleported back to the condo and climbed into the shower, watching as the water turned red as it ran down the drain, and still, he felt no relief, because the source of his anger still walked, still taunted him.
“Rissa. My angel. This time tomorrow, you will be dead.”
