by Ju Dimello
His lust surged as he took in every inch of her naked, luscious body and he mentally figured out the ways he could open those pursed ruby lips under his.
Moderate breasts, topped with rosy nipples, had him salivating with need. Her narrow waist and the flare of her hips made his hands itch to grip them while he pounded her into oblivion. The soft burgundy curls below matched her hair.
A couple of strides brought him close to her. “One chance is all I ask, Lena.”
“How can I be sure my voice isn’t making you go crazy with lust?”
He caressed her breasts, cupping the warm weight in his palms, while he trailed kisses over her tender jaw. “Anytime you feel uncomfortable, all you need to do is tell me to stop. And I will, even if my dick kills me for that.”
She chuckled and gave a soft sigh of acceptance, her body losing some of the tension. “I might hold you to your promise, Gregory. But not now. Now can we continue kissing, please?”
Her whisper heated his blood. He nodded, too overwhelmed by her acceptance to reply. Obliging her, he caught her lips with his, parting them and sweeping his tongue inside. Her taste drove him wild with abandon and he mimicked with his tongue what his cock wanted to do to her. His grip on her breasts roughened and her nipples beaded under his assault, beckoning him below.
He bent, nipping her collarbone, and moved to a juicy breast, plumped up and waiting for him. She shuddered as his mouth touched her nipple. Her cries echoed across the room with each lick and bite as he drowned in her sexy moans.
His cock protested when he went down on his knees to the juncture of her trembling thighs. The more he focused on her, the more obscure his darkness became. Away from the dark edge, his senses expanded and every bit of her came into sharp focus. From the scent of her juices to the slight undulation of her hips, she encouraged him without words. Taking a moment to savor her feminine arousal, he inserted a finger into her slick folds.
She clenched around his digit. He sought her clit and licked the tender bud. She jerked in reaction, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Hell, she was primed, more than ready, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d gone off as quickly as a firecracker with a single tug of his lips. Her glazed eyes locked with his for a wild moment before he bent to her dripping slit and her head fell back in abandon, exposing her slender, beguiling neck.
Soon he’d get there and sample her blood, but first he’d assuage the sharp edge of physical need egging him on.
Elena tried to keep her eyes open and watch her man—her vampire. His fangs that scraped her neck earlier had receded, and he stilled near the juncture of her legs, nostrils flaring.
“Dripping wet for me.”
His murmur skittered up her spine, even as his rough hands gripped her thighs and opened her to his perusal. Elena shuddered with the desire pounding through her and need settled as a maddening throb at her clit. He slid a finger into her, filling her, retreating, opening her.
Her legs threatened to give away in spite of his palm on her abdomen, holding her steady for what she knew would be a wild ride. She’d had men going crazy for her, but no one had ever made her tremble with need. She was heady with desire and her vision swam.
“Please.”
She’d taken the lead in the bedroom for so long that she had all but forgotten the pleasure she could receive instead of give. She’d had no idea how arousing it would be to give up control, to put herself in a capable lover’s hands. Fear lent a daring edge to her excitement until Elena didn’t know whether she whimpered for more or wanted him to stop. When he swiped his thumb over her clit, she pushed her hips toward him.
“So eager.”
Her skin tingled when his face neared the curls and he paused, inhaling. When he reached out with his tongue, she ached to have him inside. To fill her up, to pound into her until her body and mind drowned in bliss. Fire raced in her blood with every sweep of his tongue and the desires she’d bottled up for ages threatened to bubble out.
Dare she hope Gregory would be different from other males? That he’d be able to break past her siren’s curse?
She gripped his soft hair and loved the fact that he hadn’t cut it too short. His fingers, soft one moment and rough the next, plundered her depths.
His tongue hit a sensitive nerve as he angled his head a particular way, and thoughts flew from her mind in sparkling bliss. Only the sensations remained.
Ecstasy built and, her muscles taut, she gave in to the point of no return. She held her breath, let go and screamed his name.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even give her a reprieve.
Pleasure unlike she’d ever known slammed into her, spinning her senses until she gasped, squirmed and gave up. A heady wave of delight added to the mix when her body reared up again, ready to launch itself into flight.
She groaned, clutched his shoulders and rocked her hips in sync with his tongue.
She clenched around him, letting out a shuddering breath. Euphoria spread as hot as lava through her limbs, coalescing into a throbbing point where his fingers and tongue worked their magic. A sharp prick of his fangs pushed her into the abyss where pain and pleasure mingled into one. The edges of her vision grayed with the intensity of her climax. He lifted his head from between her thighs, catching her as her knees buckled.
Her pent up arousal eased a tiny bit and the past few sleepless nights caught up with her. She shuddered for long minutes, not aware of him carrying her, nor easing her onto the bed.
Her last thought was, Damn. I didn’t get to see him naked yet.
“Soon, my sweet. You’ll see all of me, soon.”
Did she imagine his reply as she snuggled into the fluffy covers?
Her clit bloomed, her core was drenched. A throaty moan echoed in her mind. The soft cry turned into mewls and she realized they came from her. She opened her eyes, shattering the post-orgasmic lethargy.
“Gregory.”
His name on her lips felt right, perfect, after years of forced abstinence. She lifted her head and saw his glorious naked skin and the erection nestled beside her. His fingers were lodged deep within her, stroking, while his thumb circled her clit. Lean muscles bunching, his amber eyes glinting, he seemed as if he was a man on a mission—a predator on the hunt. She shivered, feeling very much as if she were vulnerable, exposed prey.
He twisted a finger, pushing her closer to ecstasy. She groaned as his fingers picked up speed. Just when she thought she’d tumble headlong into bliss, he stopped. She lifted her hips, wanting him to finish what he started.
His eyes held a challenge. “More?”
She bit her lip, protesting his stillness, and forced herself to reply. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you want.”
Her breathing hitched at the epitome of masculinity staring at her, his hard cock ready to pleasure her. What else could she do but spill her desires. “You. This. Everything.”
A perfect eyebrow raised and a feral grin spread across his face. “Everything?”
She nodded, and instead of giving in to her wishes, he withdrew completely and sat back. She bit back a scream of frustration.
“Then earn it. Bit by bit, my sweet Lena.”
The ice in his words belied the warmth emanating from him. Startled by his change in demeanor and the dark desires rising up within her at his harsh command, she blinked. Is this what he meant by obeying in the bedroom?
“Show me how,” she said.
“Start with my cock. If I’m pleased, I’ll decide on your reward.”
She stared at his chiseled face and strong jaw, eager to please him as he’d pleased her.
Scooting downward on the bed, she eyed his thick, veined erection and wet her lips.
A moment of trepidation filled her. She’d sucked a dildo, played hard with her mouth, but having the real thing in front of her made her hesitate. It had been so long since she’d had a man to herself.
Would he like it? Would he enjoy it? Or would she do
something wrong?
As if reading her nervousness, he tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her forward without words. His eyes never wavered from hers and she knew he was hers to do with as she pleased. He was hers for the taking, if she dared. By taking control, he was in fact giving her all the control.
The realization helped shed her fears and bolster her courage. Her face split into a smile and she heard his breath hitch. She’d earn her reward and then some.
She moved to cup the base of his erection and marveled at the roughness of his curls in contrast to hers. She ran a finger over his balls and he shuddered.
He growled. “No hands.”
“Spoilsport.”
His chuckle came out strangled. “I meant to say not this time.”
An illicit thrill coursed through her at the admission of how affected he was. She’d make it good.
Rubbing her hands in glee, as if Santa had given her an early Christmas present, she bent toward his cock. The single drop of pre-cum winked at her.
She twirled her tongue around the head of his length. Slightly salty. More, she definitely needed more.
Without her hands to help with her grip, she used her mouth and her teeth. She held her arms behind her back, as if a submissive, his sex slave. The dark desires blooming within her purred in satisfaction, obviously relishing her state.
Inch by delicious inch, he slid into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. She adjusted to the new fullness, took a deep breath and lifted her head, allowing her teeth to lightly scrape him on one side while her tongue glided along his length on the other. His groan pulled her focus to his face.
His frantic gaze narrowed. “You’re a natural. Do it again.”
She tried to grin, obviously failed and went back to her delicious task. Sucking him, tasting him, she enjoyed his hard length in her mouth; he was as helpless as she. His rough grunt of satisfaction triggered her senses awake. His abdomen clenched when she twirled her tongue around his tip. His hands tightened on her hair when she took him deeper. Taking her time, she went slow for a while, then alternated to fast. Her breasts rubbed on the coarse hair of his thighs each time she bounced. His breathing grew harsh and his hips bucked, thrust for thrust.
His cock swelled inside her mouth.
She unlatched her hands and trailed them below, yearning to touch herself, to assuage her arousal. A few quick flicks might push her along with him.
“No, dammit!” His shout stilled her, even as he pulled away from her lips, rose in a fluid motion and caught her arms.
Confusion cut through her sensual haze. “Gregory?”
“Your pussy belongs to me.”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“I’ll have to punish you for that later. Since you’ve been a good girl so far, I’ll give you one more chance. No more talking. You understand me?”
Chapter Six
Her eyes widened, as if he’d shocked her. Greg tensed, his heart thundering as he waited for her reply.
Would she comply with his demands and put up with his dangerous passions? Or would she give him the boot? With his hunger and lust filling his head in a dangerous combination, would he honor her words if she asked him to get lost?
Hell. Even a few measly seconds of her silence seemed an eternity.
“Yes.” Her voice came out a whisper.
His cock jumped at her compliance. Not waiting for him to give a go ahead, she bent down.
In a single stroke, she devoured him to the hilt. His cock disappeared completely inside her pretty, talented mouth and he groaned. He lay with his head propped on his hands to watch her silent, efficient movements. Her posture was meek and, when she looked up at him, her eyes promised him sweet, aching retribution. He gulped.
She picked up the pace and he tried to regulate his breathing, holding off his rushing climax. He gritted his teeth and thought about his work for a few seconds to ease the pressure from his balls. It worked—for about all of five seconds.
Her burgundy hair spilling around her face in a tender halo, she looked as though she was the goddess of pleasure. She bent forward to touch him, but took her hands away, as if remembering his previous instruction at the last moment. Pride and joy filled him, mingling with a healthy dose of lust. He wasn’t usually this dominant in bed, but with the bloodlust ravaging his mind, the only way he seemed to get some relief was through Elena. The more she obeyed, the more his darkness purred. Could he hope she’d be his salvation?
She blew on his tender head and he jerked, his mind emptying of everything but her.
“You’re determined to make me suffer, aren’t you?”
Not this time, her dazed expression seemed to say. Remaining thoughts scattered when her soft, wet mouth enveloped the head of his aching cock.
He let out a groan of agony. “Do you know how freaking gorgeous your lips are?”
His cock ached, his balls tightened. He clutched her hair, trying to get her to slow down. She went even faster, furious. The sight of her mouth swallowing him pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck! You’re killing me here.” He growled, trying to stave off the inevitable. “Would you like your reward?”
He thought she nodded, but couldn’t be sure. “Use your pretty little hands on me.”
She gave no hint of hearing him, but suddenly one hand moved to his balls, cupping them, kneading them, while another sinuously traced his thighs, his sides, close to his clenched ass, and she scraped her nails lightly. Holy hell! He nearly jumped off the bed. Did he hear her muted chuckle?
The sweet temptation of her mouth turned out to be too much. He couldn’t bear it. He wouldn’t last a second more. His desire multiplied and each breath came out a rasp.
“I’m going to come.”
He warned her in case she might not want to swallow, and if she’d withdrawn her mouth, he might’ve just died. Instead, she cushioned his head with her tongue, slowing down, and he mentally roared at the sensation. When she grazed her teeth along his tense veins, he let himself go. She sucked him harder, lapping up every drop before he could breathe, and then did the same for every spurt wringing out of his shuddering body.
His fangs exploded from his gums and he growled with the lust swirling in its wake. She kept up with her furious motion until his semi-hard cock became erect again in matter of seconds.
Damn, she might just kill him with her untamed passion goading his. “Stop.”
She lifted her gaze to his, and slowly, inch by inch, pulled her mouth upward and let go of his cock with a pop. He almost surged up again, not willing to leave the hot confines of her lips. A ghost of a smile played on her face.
“If you keep this up, you’ll earn even more punishment.”
She must have realized how half-hearted his words were because she smirked at him. The dark savage desire within him reared its head.
“I’ll show you how dangerous flirting can be. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”
Her expression, if anything, turned smug. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her soft hips. She kept her head on his chest, running maddening circles on his tight nipple with a fingertip. He kissed the top of her head chastely when he was raving to have his turn at her, to enjoy every inch of her delicious body.
But he needed to know her feelings first. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“More than I realized, Gregory.”
Her words gave him pause and his heart thumped madly. A virgin with regards to domination?
A rush of lust bombarded him again; his cock jerked, and with trembling fingers, he traced her curves, pausing at each hollow, discovering her whimpers, before snuggling closer.
“I’m your first?”
She understood his meaning and nodded. Her breasts crushed against his side and he suddenly couldn’t wait.
“Stand up.”
She gnawed her lower lip, but got off the bed and stood facing him, uncertainty
rolling off her in waves. He gestured her to move and bade her to stop at the end of the bed as he walked up behind her.
“Now, hold the frame and bend over.” The dark need consumed his mind and his words became sharper, commanding. “Spread your legs for me, keeping your ass up in the air.”
God, she was beautiful. Rounded butt arched high in the air, her breasts swaying, nipples hardening as she adjusted herself. Her thighs jiggled as he watched and his cock surged in response. Unable to prevent himself, he took a step forward, allowing his hard length to rub against her pink folds.
Her inner muscles flexed around him, trying to grasp, pull him in. He let his breath out in a hiss.
“Patience is a virtue.”
She snorted. “Says the one who convinced me to have phone sex with him.”
His temper flared. Hadn’t she enjoyed the naughty interlude as much as he? “I didn’t hear any complaints then.”
“I’m not complaining now either.”
His anger turned into a grudging admiration for her wit. He’d imagined her every single day, stripping her clothes, laying herself bare to his eyes and now, with her in the exact position he’d dreamed of, his wonder morphed into something primal, fierce.
“Smart-mouthed siren. I know a better way to put your sassy lips to use.”
She chuckled. “Promises, promises.”
Goose bumps covered her skin while he traced her soft, plump ass cheeks with a finger. “Is it cold?”
“No.”
He lifted his hand and gave a hard smack on her butt. She yelped and he caressed the reddening softness. He smacked her other cheek then, finding the pink outline of his hand as strangely satisfying as her whimper. “My sweet Lena. Do you have some lube?”
“Yes.” She jerked her head toward the table lamp, cursing under her breath.
“I caught that.”
“Hope you have more punishment in store for me?”
He circled the bed, shaking his head. “You sound far too cheerful when asking me to punish you. Maybe next time I won’t be so tender.”
He saw her startled expression and let out a harsh bark of laughter. She didn’t know how cute she was and yet how arousing, satisfying both his normal side and his dark edge. Soon, he’d show her.
