by Lacy Danes
Once inside, he seemed to grow larger, darker. His movements, at once fluid and purposeful, drew my attention and robbed me of breath. Soon, I’d know his touch, his kisses, firsthand.
I moved to close the doors, but he glanced back and shook his head. “Let the storm inside.”
I already had. His eyes, so dark and fathomless, pulled me deeper into the room. “Stop it!” I said. “No tricks. You’re here—you have what you want.”
A harsh, rasping laugh lifted the hairs on the back of my neck. Then before I could make up my mind whether to step closer or flee, he moved—so quickly his movements were a blur. His hands slid around my waist and he lifted me off my feet, stepping forward until the wall behind me halted his progress.
He held me up, my body inches from his, but close enough to feel the heat of his skin and his sweet breath as it washed over my face. “Decide now, succubus. Will you feed me?”
“You have the advantage. Why even ask?”
“Because I’m going to ravage you, and I want you ready—committed. I want everything you’ve taken.”
Not just my blood? Would he take my strength as well? I trembled and leaned back against the wall, watching his mouth as it tightened.
I licked my lips, considering. I’d never shared the power of the passions I drew from others. I’d kept them, using them to fuel the stories I wove. What would it be like to release them, share them with another?
I closed my eyes for a moment. In all the months I’d lived here, no man had ever stepped inside this room. Except for a delivery boy every now and then, no one had even seen the inside of my apartment.
Yet here I was, trapped against a wall with a man towering over me, demanding I submit to his lust.
Damn, was there even a choice? I’d been lonely and alone for so long.
I made my decision, then lifted my hands to slide them over the damp cotton covering his hard chest. “So, you intend to ravage me?” I quipped softly.
Grim satisfaction filled his stark features. His chest rose beneath my palms. His heartbeat, just beneath my fingers, hammered against his chest. “Take off your robe.” But he didn’t move away, just let go of my waist while he waited for me to obey, challenging me to complain with his watchful gaze.
I scowled and wriggled, sandwiched between the wall of his chest and the plaster behind me, until the robe slipped to the floor. Already, my nipples were erect, chafed into arousal by the movements that brought my breasts into contact with the fabric of his shirt. “I better not be the only one naked here.”
A grin curved his lips. His hands slid between us, the backs rubbing my breasts and belly as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. Then he toed off his boots, one a time, while at the same time sliding down the zipper of his black pants, slowly, letting me feel the heat of his hands and belly, then the weight of his thick cock when it sprang free.
My breaths grew ragged. Cream seeped between my legs to dampen my labia and inner thighs.
His nostrils flared, no doubt picking up the proof of my arousal. When he’d managed to push down his pants and kick them to the side, we stood for a moment, skin to skin, savoring the freedom and the anticipation.
Again, I smoothed my palms upward, following the curves of his muscled arms up to his shoulders, and then I thrust my hands into his hair, combing it with my fingers as I waited for him to move.
He let me wait a long, excruciating minute while our deep breaths rasped our chest together and apart. My knees began to shake, my belly quivered, and finally, he lifted me again, higher against the wall.
His mouth opened on the blushing skin of my chest, pressing wet kisses on the upper swell of my breasts, gliding his tongue between them, then suckling the full curve beneath.
My legs moved restlessly, until I wrapped them around his upper abdomen and squeezed. My pussy opened, sliding along his hot skin and I rolled my hips, letting him know he could hurry it up a bit and I’d have no complaints.
However, he seemed content to tease me, drawing out the pleasurable sensation of his mouth gobbling up my breasts.
“My nipples,” I pleaded between clenched teeth. “Suck them! Please.”
He nuzzled them with his nose, licked his way around one dimpled areola without ever touching the tip, and then glided across to torture the other breast in a similar fashion.
I gripped his shoulders hard. “If I’d known you were so damn slow to take a hint, I’d have drawn you a map.”
Laughter gusted against my breast, and at last, he latched his lips around one spiked tip and drew hard.
My toes curled, my hips tilted toward him, my whole body tightening as he suckled. It was almost enough. It was almost heaven.
I thrashed my head back and forth on the wall behind me before finally blurting out, “Please, enough! I need you inside me.”
His teeth clamped down, nipping me gently. “When I say.” But he let me slide down his body until I felt his cock nudge at my center.
My breath hitched when the blunt, velvet tip pushed against me. His size didn’t surprise me. He’d stretched the inner walls of a woman who dated linebackers. But my body wasn’t prepared for his girth. Hot, exquisite pressure built as he pushed. I bit my lip and begged him with my gaze to help me take him.
His eyes held mine as he slipped a hand between us and thrust his fingers through my soft curls. He parted my lust-slick folds, guided his dick into me, slowly, letting me swallow him an inch at a time, until we were both breathless and sweating.
I’m sure he was surprised by how tight I was, given what I was. He’d wanted to thrust inside, wanted to ream me with that thick cock, but he clamped his jaws tight and groaned, tunneling only so deep before withdrawing, and coming back for more.
I couldn’t help the shaking that trembled along my limbs and jerked my belly against his. No more than I could help the reflexive pulsing radiating along my channel.
When his first inches grazed my inner walls, he started the slow, rhythmic push and pull, my liquid heat drenching him and easing his way. He stroked into me, sliding my body up and down the wall, an unhurried, crawling wave of motion that calmed the quivering inside me.
As I followed his powerful thrusts, friction built between his cock and my vagina in a slow-burning fire. I clenched my inner muscles around him, riding his thickly veined shaft as it moved in and out.
The ridge of his plump crown abraded the sweet spot deep inside me, the one so few men ever found, and I arched my back, surrendering to the coiling heat licking at my core. At that point, I felt a leaching away of the barrier between his mind and mine, as the passions I’d stolen began to swirl inside me and spill over to douse him in glorious heat.
A low, feral growl erupted from him and he ground inside me, deeper this time, his jaws flexing as his hips strained.
I knew there was more, knew he held back. I wondered at the strength of will he possessed to resist the crashing waves of sensuality that battered us both.
In that instant, I lost all my fear of him as a man and a vampire. He could have ravaged me and made me love it anyway, but he’d taken me slowly, with care and precision, careful not to harm or frighten me.
“It’s all right,” I whispered. “I can take all you want to give.”
“Be quiet,” he ground out. “You’re so damn tight. I’m going crazy here.”
“Then fuck me,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m ready.” God, I’m ready. I bit his earlobe. I squeezed hard around him as he stroked inside, released to let him withdraw, then squeezed as he rammed himself inside again. The friction was divine.
Impossibly, his cock expanded, grew longer, blunter.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said, ramming deeper this time.
I sucked in a jagged breath and smoothed my sweaty cheek against his shoulder. “Do me. Do me like you’ve never done a woman before. Give me everything.”
His lips stretched in a slow, wicked smile. “Think you’ve seen everything?”
/> “I’m allowing you to fuck me against a wall, aren’t I?”
“Such a baby. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Suddenly, we slid up the wall together. Alarmed, I wrapped my arms around him and gasped as his soft, wicked laughter sifted through my hair.
“Brace yourself against the wall.”
I unwound my legs from his waist and let them drop. They dangled in the air. The only thing holding me up was the strength of his cock buried halfway inside me and his hard chest pressed against my breasts.
He grabbed my hands and slid my palms down and outward along the wall. I felt anchored somehow and lifted my knees to press my feet flat against the cool plaster. It was better, but I knew if he pulled away, I’d go crashing to the floor. “Nice trick,” I said breathlessly.
“I’m only getting started.” He kissed me, rubbing my lips hard, tangling his tongue with mine as he started to fuck in and out of me again, stroking deeper, until at last, the base of his cock was grinding into my clit.
I forgot I was suspended in the air, forgot I was at a vampire’s mercy. Nothing had ever felt as decadent and delicious as the thickness gliding in and out of me, tugging at my tender, heated tissues, glistening with the liquid spilling from my body as he rolled his hips, grinding deeper, spearing my womb.
Heat coiled tighter in my core as he stroked and circled. The muscles of his back and shoulders bunched beneath my hands. Sweat slicked his skin and mine everywhere we touched. He widened his knees, nudging mine even farther apart, then gathered his body and plunged inside over and over, the thrusts deepening, sharpening.
I came apart, unraveling in a sinuous, writhing dance, driving my hips against his. I lacked rhythm, lacked any finesse, trying to fill the desperate need to stay in that moment, hold onto the explosion of color and emotions that rocked me as his wild thrusts grew brutal.
He rolled us over and over, his arms encircling me to prevent me from hurting myself. My back to the wall, now his, every roll allowing his cock to slide and circle and press at a different angle each time. Flashes of the pale gray bed below and the curtains billowing inward on a breeze, interspersed with the dark shadowy ceiling. Only when he came to a halt did my orgasm finally wane, allowing me to catch my breath.
I gasped.
I was looking over his shoulder at my bed—ten feet below us.
I drew back my head and smacked it against the ceiling. “Ouch!”
His chest heaved against mine, his gaze spearing me as harshly as his cock had moments ago.
I wet my parched lips with the tip of my tongue, trying to gather my scattered wits after my trip to the moon. “That…was—” I stopped and caught my breath “—different.”
“You need to expand your vocabulary. Learn some more descriptive adjectives.”
I raised an eyebrow, trying to mimic his sardonic look. “Need a little praise, do you?”
He snorted. “No, I don’t need any praise. I know it was good. I’m swimming in your pleasure.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That was kinda crude.” I wriggled against him. “You’re getting a little heavy.”
A mocking eyebrow rose. “Actually, love, you’re on top.”
“You know this doesn’t make a bit of sense.”
“I’m dead. The laws of physics don’t necessarily apply here.”
I boldly placed my hand between his legs. “Not all of you. Why didn’t you come?”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, I’m just surprised,” I answered, but there was that insecure part of me that wondered whether I hadn’t been able to satisfy him. “I mean, you’re carrying on a conversation. In my experience, men are decidedly nonverbal when they’re aroused.”
“Your vast experience?”
I blushed. He knew better. “Well, not so vast, I guess, unless you count…”
“Vicarious pleasures?”
“That’s a nice way of putting it. Still, you didn’t come. After being with her, and then me, I just thought…” His slow smile made me feel stupid, which angered me. I jutted out my chin. “Why didn’t you take a bite of me? I was there for you, opening to you, ready.”
“I’m not done yet. That was just to get you to relax a bit.”
“I’m pinned to my ceiling. How am I supposed to relax?” However, I was strangely content.
“Sorry, are you uncomfortable?” He carefully pulled out of me, and we fell in a heap to the mattress below, bouncing once before settling.
I leaned up on my elbows and pushed back the hair falling in my face. “Not nice,” I said, as I crawled off his body.
“I never claimed to be nice.” His hand clamped on my thigh. “And I’m not through.”
His words stopped me. As much as the arm that encircled me and dragged me down on top of him.
His cock gouged my belly as I lay over him.
“Maybe I’m done.”
“Like I said. That first time was for you. To calm you.” He sprawled beneath me, an arm under his head, looking completely at ease, totally in control.
Already, my blood thrummed against my temple, my nipples beaded, my pussy tightened. The way his gaze bored into mine, I knew whatever wicked delights he had in store for me would probably make me cringe in embarrassment. “You know,” I said, deliberately stalling, “I just realized I don’t know your name.”
“Do you know the names of all the people who’ve shared their passion with you?”
“That’s different. They don’t know I’m there. And I don’t do it because I’m some sort of sick voyeur.”
“And I don’t feed my hungers just to get off.”
“Neither do I!”
He lifted a finger to trail along my cheek and down my neck.
I thought I hid the little shiver of delight he elicited with that simple touch, but his mouth curved with male satisfaction. “You’re dying to know what I’m going to do next.”
I opened my mouth to issue a scathing denial, but he pressed his finger against my lips. “Shut up. Roll onto your back.”
I swallowed, hating that he had me aching and ready to do anything he wanted, but I rolled away and lay facing the damn ceiling.
“Some sex is pure magic without any tricks,” he said, coming up on his knees to crawl toward me.
Already my chest rose and fell faster, and the quivering started, something I’d never done with any other man. Not that I was still afraid.
I shook with need.
Moonlight sifted through the curtains, striking the harsh planes of his face, illuminating his body in silver light. The ridges of his muscled chest and abdomen stood in stark relief. The length and thickness of his cock had me sucking in my breath.
His eyes trailed over my body as well, and I wondered if I’d been too lazy lately, too devoted to my writing. Spent too many late nights pounding at a keyboard instead of pounding pavement to keep my body tight and strong.
He smoothed a hand over my breasts, pausing to circle one taut nipple, then glided down my belly to trail his fingers through my curls.
One thick digit slid between my folds and I opened my legs, inviting him to play. He feathered the edges of my inner lips before thrusting the finger into my opening.
Instantly, my pussy clamped around him, making a moist sound that drew a slow smile from him.
Then he leaned low over my sex, and I knew what he was about to do would be too much, too intimate, but I couldn’t force a complaint past my lips. Instead, I groaned as his tongue swept out and curled around the thin inner lips, lapping up my cream.
The flavor of me seemed to please him, but I had to know what he really felt about me, had to see myself through him.
I opened my mind, sifting through the threads until I found him.
He turned to nip my inner thigh. “I didn’t give you permission.”
“Please. I’ve never done this before.”
His head lifted and his gaze locked with mine. “You can’t tear away like before, if something
frightens you.”
“I promise.”
“I’ll want you to feel everything I feel.”
I nodded and lay back, closing my eyes. Then I was there, with him, bending over my pussy, inhaling my fragrance, tasting the juices that slid along his tongue. I felt the tightening of his balls as his arousal spiked higher, the urgency building in his belly. How did he resist climbing over me and thrusting toward my core?
And then I couldn’t think, could only follow and feel. His fingers toyed with me, two thrusting in my channel, another sliding over my hooded clit.
I gasped; my hips rolled. I opened my thighs wider and groaned when his stubbled cheek caressed my inner thigh, plunging downward to rub against the moisture coating my sex.
When he thrust another finger inside, I felt the gush of arousal greeting his entry, felt the silken walls clasp and relax to milk his hand.
He leaned closer still, and his lips closed around my clit to suck it hard into his mouth, while at the same time a thick thumb glided south and circled my anus.
“Christ, no!” I cried out, but I felt his hand shake as his excitement rose along with mine, and I surrendered, understanding he wasn’t in control any longer, wasn’t simply pulling strings or playing some head game with the little succubus.
He wanted me. Wanted this with me. He needed my arousal to spike with his.
When his thumb pressed inside my tight little entrance, I felt his cock jerk at the way I moaned and rolled my hips. I was out of control, beyond shame, heading straight to the precipice whether he was with me or not.
When he curved all his fingers and drove them inside me, my bottom came off the bed, curving upward, begging him to thrust deep.
With a twist of his hand he was inside me, his knuckles scraping my walls, the ball of his fist crammed so tight and high, I keened, wailing in an agony of need. I was close.
My hands clawed at the bedding, but my vampire wasn’t finished with me yet. His tongue swirled on my hard little clit, then he turned and burrowed his face into my inner thigh just to the side of my outer lips.
