The Witch and the Vampire King (Immortal Love Series Book 2)

by Anna Santos

  “I need to let you rest. We can talk tomorrow.”

  “Aren’t you sleeping here with me?” She frowned, turmoil taking over her stomach as sadness made her voice sound childlike.

  “I thought...” He furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Her sad gaze must have vanquished his resolution to leave because he put his hand over hers and caressed it softly. “Jessie, you don’t remember me. You are probably feeling vulnerable and afraid.”

  “Why would I be afraid?” she asked, caught off guard by his statement.

  “Because of what I did in the forest. You might be frightened of me.”

  “I’m really not. You were protecting me. They would have killed you to get to me. I was going to do the same. You just did it faster than I.”

  “So why do you look so…anxious around me?” he dared ask.

  Jessica tilted her head and put the cup on the nightstand. “What do you mean?”

  “I can hear your fast heartbeat and hard breathing.”

  Jessica’s lips curled into a smile. “That’s not fear, it’s happiness,” she whispered, vulnerable, leaning forward and pulling him down to their bed. “Because I found you, and we...you are actually here.” She took a deep breath. “There is no way in hell I’m going to let you leave my side again,” she added, gripping herself onto his neck and taking possession of his lips. “Or leave this room.” Her mouth explored his face and chin, only to return to his lips and that consumed all her sanity. The desire for more contact between them inflamed her.

  “Jessica…”

  His plea went unheard because he replied to her kiss. A few kisses later, he wrapped her in his arms and laid her down on the bed, falling over her. But the bliss was short lived because he tried to reason with what was happening, “You have no idea what you are doing. You should let me leave. I don’t. I—You are drunk. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  Jessica reluctantly opened her eyes to look at him. Their lips inches away from continuing the caresses that were putting her soul at peace and creating havoc on her body.

  Her body trembled as she leaned forward to touch his lips once again. “I want you and I have plenty of ideas of what to do with you,” she mumbled, smirking and biting his lower lip.

  The king moaned, and she felt his body tense under her hands. His lips pressed harder against hers, making her open her mouth and granting his tongue entry. Then she gasped as an erotic flashback of them making love in that bed played inside her mind. The sensation of their bodies connected and their skins shivering in desire sent waves of lust throughout her skin.

  “Have we done it here in this bed? You and I, the way I am now?”

  “Yes,” he mumbled, caressing her leg while her breasts rubbed against his chest.

  “I’m so jealous of her right now,” she complained as he nibbled her neck and she gripped harder on him. “Did you bite her?”

  “No, I did not.” He stopped the kissing and got off of her, rolling to lay beside her and stare at the ceiling. “We need...I need to talk to you about that.”

  That was like a bucket of ice water over Jessica’s head. Her body trembled in protest. She sat up and hugged herself, feeling desolate without his arms around her or him on top of her. It was all going so well, why did he have to stop? “What do we have to talk about?”

  “I need to mark you. I don’t want to lose you again. If I mark you, I will always know where you are.” He stared into Jessica’s eyes as he sat next to her and watched her smile before nodding in acceptance. The tension on his features showed that he expected her to resist more to his needing to claim her. “You do realize that doing so will mean we also mate.”

  “I expected so,” she said mildly and then grinned at him in an attempt to soften his severe expression. “Don’t look like that. I love you,” she stated, holding his hand. Even if it was something that she truly felt, saying those three words made her feel vulnerable. Softening her eyes and leaning closer to his face, she added, “I’ve been dreaming of our wedding night since I was old enough to know what desire was. I’m sorry for losing my old self and my new memories, but if you want me, I want to mate with you, and I want to be marked by you without any second thoughts or fears.”

  “I want that too,” he whispered, turning her to his side and holding her in his arms. “Ellie, I mean, Jessica, I want you as my mate.” He intertwined his arms in hers and placed his hands on the sides of her face. “But we can take things slower if necessary.”

  “You can call me whatever you want,” she whispered, a warm feeling spreading inside her and into her heart. It was as if the weight of the world was lifted from her chest because he accepted her as his. He acknowledged their bond. Her voice came out fragile as tears threatened to fall from her eyes, “I always feared that you wouldn’t recognize me or wouldn’t want me when we came together again. I guess, for a moment there, you didn’t want me.”

  “It was not intentional.” His eyes shone with feeling and Jessica gulped as she released herself from his awkward embrace so she could place her hands on his face. He caressed her cheek as his lips curled up into a smile. “I hope you won’t ignore me for all eternity because of that.”

  “Not if you do everything I ask of you tonight,” she whispered with a sultry voice. “Because, you see, there’s no reason for you to give me time, I don’t need time. I’ve been in love with you long before I knew you were mine.”

  “Were you?” He asked his eyes flickering to purple as he continued to smile.

  Jessica nodded. “I hated seeing you alone. I felt jealous of your love for her. And I felt really stupid for being in love with someone that loved and belonged to someone else.”

  “I just belong to you,” he whispered, wiping the tears that escaped her eyes. “I will always belong to you.”

  “Then don’t you dare to leave me here by myself. I don’t want to be apart from you, ever again. I’ve been searching for you for far too long since you lost me. Don’t leave me alone,” she mumbled as tears kept falling down her eyes and a lump in her throat made her unable to speak. She hugged him really close, as if he could disappear if she let him go.

  The king kissed the top of her head as he smoothed down her hair. “Don’t cry, honey. I’m here. I won’t leave. I promise.”

  “I feel so stupid! I didn’t want to cry,” she sobbed against his chest, wetting his shirt.

  “Hush,” he cooed, grabbing her head and making her look at him. He leaned his head down and kissed her tears, her cheeks, her closed eyes, and her salty lips. She calmed down, clutching her fingers to his shirt.

  The king kept kissing her cheeks and lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His length pressed against her core, showing how aroused he was by her. She gasped with desire, grinding her hips. He growled softly against her ear.

  “I want you to make love to me,” she pleaded, softly biting his earlobe. Her fingers pressed impatiently against the fabric of his shirt.

  The king slipped aside her peignoir to reveal her shoulders and neck as she quivered under him. Then he kissed her exposed skin, gripping his fingers to her hips, and moaning when her hands caressed his chest. She was swaying beneath him, her heart beating fast, and her eyes narrowed by desire. Her perfect breasts strained against the silk until he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it. She arched and dug her nails into his chest. Only to fumble fervently with the buttons on his shirt.

  “Are you going to mark me tonight?” she asked, feeling her entire body tense with desire. She couldn’t control the urge to rip the immaculate white shirt off of him and assault all his body with kisses. She was eager and aroused beyond words. She shivered every time his lips touched her skin and his hands caressed her. She longed for his hands on her breasts and his tongue inside her mouth. She wanted him inside her, chasing away the heat.

  “Yes,” he answered, moving his hands to her thighs and gently pushing the silky fabric up her legs. “Jessica.” His voice was husky and made h
er smile with happiness. “I want to give you foreplay with lots of kissing and touching. So you never forget this night of us together. But you need to allow me to take things slow.”

  Jessica moaned in reply, shuddering with his words. “Wait,” she said, breathless as she pulled him to face her. “What should I call you? I’m guessing that King or Your Majesty wouldn’t be appropriate.”

  He chuckled and fell to her left side, rolling her on top of him.

  “Marcus. My name is Marcus,” he answered, caressing her from her stomach to her full breasts, which fit perfectly inside his hands. “You have beautiful breasts,” he said and then ripped her peignoir off to look at her naked body. She choked a surprised scream and covered her naked breasts with her hands. “I didn’t think you were so shy,” he teased, peeling back her hands to show him her breasts. She obeyed and felt him grow harder under her. “You are hot and wet,” he moaned as he caressed her legs. “Are you scared, Jessica?”

  She shook her head and lifted his hands so he put them over her breasts once again. Then she closed her eyes, moving on top of him to stroke his hard shaft inside his pants. He closed his eyes, moans leaving his lips as he teased her nipples with his fingers. Then he rolled her from beneath him, making her fall on the bed next to him, and then rolling on top of her.

  She had no idea of what he wanted to do to her. She was not scared, though. She liked to stare deeply into his purple eyes and watch the gentle smile on his lips. She liked even better when those lips were over hers, kissing and stealing her breath away.

  Holding on to his neck and hair, she brought him down to her mouth, taking over his lips and tangling her tongue with his. He fully committed himself to that kiss, making fireworks in her mouth that were making her body quiver with raw lust. She was naked under his dressed body. Feeling vulnerable and needy. She tried to unbutton his shirt again, but her hands were still trembling.

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  THE KING

  Marcus enjoyed the taste of her mouth and the softness of her creamy skin. Even if he tried to control his arousal so he could imprint that night forever in her memories, there was no denying that it was challenging to control the need to fulfill his needs right away. He could feel her impatience, too. Her body was shaking and her moans were enticing. She couldn’t open his shirt, so he pulled it off, bursting all the buttons, then pressed her torso against his, moaning hoarsely while drunk on lust as their skin touched and he molded her breasts against his chest. As he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, he gripped her waist to press harder against his manhood and offer him some relief.

  Soon he felt her nails scratching into the flesh of his back. There was little harm she could do to his skin; her gripping was just turning him on even more. He let her mouth go and began to kiss her further down her torso. He wanted to taste her everywhere. The gasp she released when he licked her neck told him that she liked to be touched on that spot. Her body tensed whenever he let his tongue drift there. But he wasn’t going to bite her yet. There were many other things he wanted to do first. Turned on by her naked, alabaster, and perfect body, Marcus kissed her cleavage and licked her breasts with his tongue. His hands cupped them and rejoiced with the smoothness of her skin as he lapped his tongue around the rosy tips.

  Jessie’s ragged breaths and sway of hips encouraged him to knead her legs with his hands, gently caressing her inner thighs and making her giggle, ticklish. Then his mouth kissed and tasted her belly button, leaving a wet trail of kisses down to her mound. She arched her back, searching for further contact, and offering herself to him. Her hands flung to his hair and encouraged him to go further down as she bit her lower lip and swallowed her moans.

  The king watched her as he kneeled between her legs. Massaging her inner thighs and trailing kisses down her creamy skin, he rested her legs on his shoulders, and plunged his mouth into her sex, softly kissing her outer lips then gently spreading them with his tongue before finding his way to her inner lips and the soft spot below her clitoris. By then, Jessica had lost control of her body. Her hips moved of their own accord, and her moans of pleasure scratched her throat and echoed in the bedroom. He had to hold her tight against his mouth as he continued to lick and circle his tongue around gently, proud of himself for making her lose her self-control.

  When she began to suck in air more rapidly and grabbed the comforter with her hands, he knew she was on the verge of having an orgasm against his tongue. He stopped then and kissed her inner thighs, slowly taking her legs from his shoulders, noticing that her eyes fluttered and opened with confusion.

  Before Jessica could open her mouth to complain, he ordered, “Turn over.”

  He helped her turn and kneel with her back to him so he had a good view of her dripping wet sex and her perfect butt. Moments later, he grabbed her buttocks with his hands, caressing them as Jessica remained with her hands on the bed. Leaning down, he flickered his wet tongue and licked her vulva, until he plunged it deep in her inner lips, only to press it gently against her clitoris. He held her against his mouth as he sucked her clit and sent her into an orgasm. The intense pleasure forced her hips to move fast against his mouth, searching for his tongue, as she mumbled incoherent words. He used his finger to help his tongue offer her, even more, pleasure.

  When the orgasm was over, Marcus kissed her on both cheeks, holding her up so she wouldn’t faint on the bed. Then he took off his belt and opened his pants. He held his hands to her hips and then slid his hands down her ass, only to brush his fingers against her vulva and slid two fingers inside her warm entrance. She tensed and swayed her hips, searching for further contact. He teased her further, caressing the soft edge of his member against her entrance. By then she spread her legs to let him enter and gripped the mattress. He caressed her back, held her neck with one hand, and then slid inside her, filling her completely with a firm thrust.

  It was tight and warm inside her sex. He groaned with lust, pulling her butt tighter against his pelvis. Drawing her up against him, he molded his chest against her back and licked her behind her ear as he continued to caress her vulva and their sexes with his fingers.

  “Does it feel good inside you?” he asked in her ear, smiling when she nodded.

  Jessica tilted her head to kiss his lips. He nibbled her lower lip while teasing her with his tongue. His fingers caressed her inner lips as she slowly rolled her hips to increase their pleasure. Then he spread kisses on the nape of her neck and nibbled her shoulder.

  “Does it feel good inside me?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Oh, yes. It feels really good,” he replied, moving his hips so he could thrust inside her again. He smiled when she gasped and tensed, squeezing him.

  “That feels so good,” she whimpered, forcing her arms up so she could move against his stiff manhood. “Don’t stop.”

  “Jessie…” He exhaled into her ear, moving his hips back and forth as he kept plunging into her. “You are really tight and warm. You feel so wet!”

  “You always make me feel wet when I’m around you,” she whimpered as her body shuddered. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined how it would be to fuck you.”

  “You have such a dirty mouth.” He chuckled, feeling his body ripple with desire and untamed urges. He kept plunging hard inside her, feeling her sweet core squeeze tight on his shaft and almost making him come. It felt like heaven and he wanted her to squeeze him harder to prolong the pleasure.

  “You have no idea what I can do to you with my mouth,” she replied, making him groan as he remembered exactly what she could do with it.

  “I have an idea,” he teased, making her fall on the bed and then grabbing her by the waist to make her rock faster against his rigid member.

  He needed to move faster and deeper inside her. He needed to watch their bodies together and feel the sweet relief of thrusting inside her until reaching nirvana. He needed to feel his balls against her butt and his shaft squeezed tight in her wet canal. He could still taste her swee
tness in his mouth. He licked his lips, wetting a finger and rubbing it in the place where his erection was filling her. He slowly stroked her soft area, giving her more pleasure, teasing her clit. She gasped louder and moved faster.

  Jessica asked between gasps, “Did you lust for me before you knew who I was?”

  “I knew you were my mate,” he said with a raspy voice, strained by the effort.

  “But you didn’t know that I was Isobel.”

  “What do you want me to tell you, Jessie?” he asked, breathless as he made her come once again before he let himself go inside her. She really talked too much and asked the most inappropriate questions.

  He stopped, regaining his breath, still behind and inside her as his manhood jerked over and over again. Relief took over him and made him smile and caress her back as his eyes roamed down her figure. Jessica was still convulsing in pleasure, he could feel her spasms, but that didn’t prevent her from speaking once she regained her breath.

  “I want to know if you wanted to take my clothes off and make love to me in that damn library of yours before you knew I was Isobel,” she answered.

  Marcus laced his arms around her waist and leaned over her back. He spoke in her ear with a sultry voice, “On the top of the desk and against the shelves. With your legs around my waist and your lustful lips against mine while I fucked you hard.” Then he added as his hands stroke her breasts, “Is that what you want to know? That your short dresses and tight jeans made my blood boil inside my veins, and I wanted to have you every time I saw you in my palace? That your perky breasts in those tiny tops, you call shirts, were driving me crazy. Do you want me to tell you how much I dreamed of licking and holding them against my mouth?”

  “Yes,” she gasped as he squeezed her breasts.

  He turned her around in his arms and looked into her eyes. He noticed how her lips were swollen by his kisses and her cheeks red because of the effort and the pleasure. She looked stunning. Before she could say another word, he kissed her, his tongue plunging inside her mouth and his legs parting hers as his growing male organ found its way into her entrance. She moaned and moved her hips, allowing him to continue their erotic dance. She arched her back and surrendered her body to his will as her fingers tangled into his hair and dug into his skull.