Ripples Through Time

by Ripples Through Time (lit)

  “This juicy little pearl is what we call a clitoris.” His lips encircled her, giving her a good, hard suck. “Mmm. Do you know—”

  “Oh my…”

  “You like that?”

  “I…I don’t know…I feel…so…”

  “Hot?”

  “Yes!”

  He grinned and licked her again. “You taste divine,” he purred. “Divine. I could eat you like this for hours.”

  Ravenna shuddered. “E-eat?”

  “Sweetheart, this—” Nicolai sucked her clitoris hard again, eliciting another husky moan. “—is the only eating I wanna do. And that’s the problem, right?” He rubbed his face against her with a growl. “It’s always been the problem.”

  “I don’t—”

  “I need to be inside you.” He licked his lips, sliding two more fingers inside her body, massaging the flesh he discovered, sharing her moan when he felt the wetness she gave him. “Like this.”

  “Oh.” She licked her lips and thrust her hips forward, forcing his fingers deeper within her. “Okay.”

  Nicolai trembled and flashed a half-grin. “But with my cock.”

  “Your…your what?”

  For a long minute, she thought she’d said something wrong. She thought he’d remove his touch from her body and walk away from her forever. Instead, when he glanced up again, awe shone in his eyes. Awe and adoration, and a thousand things she’d never thought she’d touch.

  “You’re so pure,” he whispered. “How can you be so…fiery…and so pure?”

  “I…I don’t…”

  Nicolai grinned and laved her clitoris with a long, parting lick before rising slowly to his feet. “I know,” he replied. “You don’t understand.” He studied her for a long minute, then slowly turned his hands to his own trousers. “I don’t wanna alarm you.”

  “Alarm me?”

  “It’s gonna spring out at you.”

  A beat. “What is?”

  “Little boys and little girls aren’t built the same. Surely you know that.”

  Ravenna nodded at once. This she very much did know. She’d helped several of the villagers through childbirth—enough to not be surprised. Well, not too surprised. She hadn’t prepared for the size of his cock, nor had she prepared for the way it indeed sprang out at her.

  “Oh.”

  Nicolai grinned and wrapped a hand around himself. “I want to be inside you,” he repeated, the fullness of his intent hitting her hard.

  “That won’t fit inside me.”

  “Oh, yes it will.”

  He pressed against her again before she could react, his lips consuming hers in another burning kiss. Her legs opened farther apart without prompt, his cock sliding up her abdomen until the hard length of him rested against her belly. “I wanna make love to you, sweetness,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers slipping between their bodies to caress her clitoris. “Please let me in.”

  The world spun madly around her. The feel of his fingers against her throbbing flesh had everything melting into shapeless colors. Ravenna nodded hard before she could stop herself—before what she consented could truly hit her—and found herself lost in another kiss. The way he whimpered against her lips had her reconfiguring what little knowledge she held about the universe. There was no way an evil creature could feel like this or taste like this, and no way an evil creature could make her body cry out with pleasure with something as simple as a touch. There was no way an evil creature could get this close to her without meeting his end.

  Nicolai was an evil creature. She knew it.

  What did that make her, then, if she could let an evil creature touch her?

  I don’t care. I don’t care at all.

  The startling thing was it was the truth.

  “Hike your legs around my waist,” Nicolai murmured, his tongue laving the mark he’d given her. She obeyed quickly, eager to do whatever he asked of her, and he rewarded her speed with a quick, playful pinch of her clitoris. “That’s my girl.”

  At some point, his demon had receded and his eyes were again human. She honestly didn’t know when that had happened—or how she hadn’t noticed it sooner. The gaze meeting hers shone a deep, royal blue, filled with such rich emotion that it became difficult to breathe. She saw him clearly. She could see nothing else. The second her legs were off the ground, the second she placed her balance in his care, she knew she’d crossed some invisible boundary.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, drenching his length with her wetness. He had a hand between them, navigating his cock so that the silky tip caressed her swollen clitoris once, twice, and again before slipping down her slit until he was poised at her entrance. “Figure I’ve never told you how beautiful you are before.”

  “Uh…”

  “This is gonna hurt a bit.” He licked her throat and purred. “I’ll be slow, okay? You tell me if you need me any slower.”

  Words had no meaning anymore, but she found herself nodding anyway. Then the world stopped. She heard only his ragged pants and the thunder of her heart before the walls around her collapsed and she catapulted into a new world, the clouds above parting as he began to sink himself inside her. It felt at once that she ripped apart completely, her flesh separated and her body split in half. She clenched and moaned, every inch of her going rigid, her hands clamping his shoulders and a hoarse cry battling her throat for freedom.

  “Oh…”

  “It gets better, kitten. I promise.”

  Ravenna nodded and tried to speak but words failed her completely. Even so, she didn’t know what she wanted to say. The sting felt minimal compared to sensation, and while her body strained around him, it was more for the alien feel of invasion rather than actual pain. She felt parted but strangely complete all in the same blow. She felt as though she’d been made for this as naturally as anything else, more so, even, than her calling, and she’d only just discovered herself. She inhaled sharply and nodded her silent consent when he asked her if he could move in just a little deeper. Then the walls of her existence toppled over once more, his length pulling at her wet flesh as he seated himself deep within her body.

  She felt trapped, then, between the tree at her back and the vampire pressed against her breasts, and she didn’t care. She was at last whole, and she realized it took coming apart to render oneself whole. While she didn’t understand how or why, it didn’t matter.

  In all her life, there had never been a more perfect moment.

  “Mmm,” Nicolai murmured. “No barrier.”

  It took a few seconds to register his comment. “What?”

  “You didn’t have a barrier. What the poets call your maidenhead, or what all. Most girlies do.” With one hand supporting the weight of her thigh and the other at her cheek, he pulled her toward him and kissed her lips sweetly, his hips moving only slightly against hers. “Guess all those high kicks are good for something, yeah?”

  “I don’t…oh…”

  “Ride many horses?”

  She nodded, finding this an extremely bizarre conversation considering she had Nicolai trapped within her body. “A little.”

  “Could’ve been that way, then.” He grinned and nuzzled her neck. “You’ve never been with anyone else, though. I’d know it. I’m your first.”

  “What…”

  Nicolai chuckled, and the sound reverberated through her every inch. “Better watch it,” he mused, though there was a look in his eyes that told her he spoke to himself. “I could get myself in trouble.”

  “Trouble?”

  He shook his head and kissed her lips once more, the hands at her face sliding downward until he had each thigh cradled in his palms. His fingers dug hard into her skin as he pulled back from her, his cock dragging against her flesh before plunging inside again. “Oh hell,” he breathed. “You’re…never had it…so tight.”

  “Tight?” she echoed. She could only repeat whatever he said.

  “Your sweet little pussy,” Nicolai purred, a rakis
h grin tugging at his lips. He forfeited the hold on one of her legs to brush his fingers through her soft pubic curls. “Squeezing me. Oh God, squeeze me.”

  “You’re vulgar,” Ravenna gasped, though she couldn’t deny the thrill racing down her spine. She didn’t want to deny it.

  “You love it.” He buried his face in her throat, growling hard as the thrusts of his body gained speed and fervor. Every slip of his cock from her burning flesh had her falling farther into an abyss from which she could never climb free. “You have no idea how good you feel, do you?”

  “Oh…”

  “You feel wonderful. So wonderful. So hot. Burning me up, you are.” He trembled hard against her, his eyes squeezing shut. “How do I feel, sweetheart?”

  The hysterical screaming in her head fizzed into nothing, but left no words in its wake to feed him. How did he feel? Ravenna barely knew herself. The nerves he struck were ones she hadn’t known she possessed. The way his cock moved in and out of her body, slick with her wetness and seemingly determined to push her over some final threshold, had her skin humming with ecstasy beyond ecstasy. He thrust against her, into her, slamming her between the tree and his chest. Cold night air whipped across her skin, and in the distance, if she looked, she could see the gravestones of the cemetery she patrolled every night.

  This place she guarded—this place she knew—was suddenly completely different.

  “My sweet little Ravenna,” Nicolai moaned against her skin, “please talk to me.”

  Ravenna fought off a whimper and thrust her hips against his. It maddened her, the way he attempted to remove himself from her body. She didn’t want him gone. She wanted him locked inside forever. She wanted her muscles clenching around him, holding him, claiming this piece of herself she hadn’t known to be lost until he stumbled into her life.

  Until tonight.

  Until this moment.

  He couldn’t give her his body and then take it away, no matter how brief the loss. She would battle him for custody, and she would win.

  She was, after all, One of the Few.

  Her revolt didn’t land her the scolding she expected. Instead, his eyes about crossed and the hold on her tightened still, his thrusts hardening with need. “Oh God,” Nicolai growled. “That’s it, kitten. Fight me.”

  The words almost angered her, they seemed so inappropriate.

  Still, fighting felt natural, and she did what felt natural. She fought. Every time his cock pulled away from her, she slammed upward to claim it back again. Every time his lips pulled away from her skin, she seized his face and tore at them with her own. Every time he laughed she growled, and every time he growled she laughed. They fought each other with their bodies until their mutual snarls faded into whimpered moans before sound melted altogether into the intimate smack of their flesh as they moved together.

  “Oh Ravenna…”

  The ring of her name off his lips had her insides trembling.

  “Tell me…this feels…good,” Nicolai begged, driving hard into her, hunger straining his eyes. “Tell me…you…love it.”

  A foreign sense of ascension sparked within her belly. “Love…love it,” she agreed. “Feels…”

  “This is mine, you hear?”

  The spark grew rapidly, spreading through her veins like wildfire. Pressure gathered and spread, moving and rolling into something so large she knew her small body wouldn’t able to contain it. “Oh—oh—my God. Oh…”

  “You’re so hot. So tight.” Nicolai turned his attention to the bite mark on her throat again, caressing it lovingly with his tongue. “This is mine, Ravenna. Mine.”

  “Oh yes. Yes.”

  “You don’t let anyone touch you like this, you hear?”

  She didn’t bother to tell him that no one else would. Her brain had melted anyway, the fire spearing her veins and burning down the parts of her was built for such reactions. She drove forward at speeds she couldn’t believe existed, and she headed directly toward an inferno unlike anything Dante could ever dream up.

  Then Nicolai’s fingers found her clitoris again, and he rubbed her gently even as their bodies battled one another toward an unfathomable objective.

  She would burn. Her body was simply going to burn until she knew how it felt to touch death.

  A fitting ending, she supposed. It seemed only fair.

  “Nicolai!”

  And then it happened, an explosion beyond anything the gods could have orchestrated. Her body clenched and spasmed, her grip on her vampire tightening so hard she was surprised when he didn’t cry out in pain. Instead, his thrusts grew harder, demanding more from her, and he murmured dirty little confessions into her ears as her heart battled her chest for freedom. Her blood turned to lava, and as her skin touched the heavens, she became wrapped in euphoria and drenched in the sweetest peace she’d ever known. Ravenna buried her head in his shoulder and cried out, her arms finding their way around his neck as he continued pumping his cock inside her. When his fangs found her throat again, she felt liberation rather than fear. Then he provided the fire burning her insides with cool release. The next thing she knew, they fell together, bodies intimately locked and arms wrapped around each other.

  She didn’t care to ever find freedom again.

  Ravenna truly had no grasp on how long it took for her chest to stop aching, nor how long her body blazed with the aftershocks of what they’d shared. When she blinked back to herself, she found that she rested upon Nicolai’s chest, his hand woven through her hair, his body still a part of her body, his greedy lungs claiming air he didn’t need. While the earth had moved and the night was forever changed, she found herself captured all at once in a moment of stark realization.

  No going back from this.

  Everything had changed.

  Everything.

  “What happens now?” she asked, surprised at how hoarse she sounded.

  Nicolai tightened his arms around her, his lips finding her brow, but he didn’t say anything.

  Perhaps he had nothing to say.

  The thought died just as quickly. Words tickled the air.

  “Ask me again some other time.”

  Before she knew what had happened, she found herself on her back with Nicolai above her, his eyes smiling into hers.

  Her heart stopped and warmth tingled her previously-numb nerves. She felt him hardening within her body, and thrust her hips hard against his without thought.

  A moan crossed his lips, which twisted into a grin. “Right now,” he continued. “I just need you.”

  And for once, she was not one to argue.

  Chapter 5

  Present Day

  Raven became aware of several things all at once.

  First, cool, musty air caressed her bare legs. Second, Nicholas had perched attentively between said bare legs, his fingers seated deep within her pussy, his thumb poised over her clit. Third, every nerve in her body blazed with fire in ways that her body never had before. Fourth, she possessed stark awareness that she sat on intimate display, and Dexter crowded the entryway, staring at her in numb shock.

  Nicholas released a trembling breath against her, meeting her eyes in a swarm of furious confusion. He just stared at her, lost, his fingers curled inside her, her wetness spilling over his hand. For endless seconds nothing existed but the stormy ocean in his eyes. He looked lost and bewildered, though at the same time furious, as though not knowing whether to kill or love her.

  That wasn’t it though.

  Beyond the shadows clouding her mind, one constant shone with brightness that couldn’t be denied.

  She remembered. She remembered everything. It blazed so clear, so present in her mind that she had to remind herself to breathe. She remembered a backward history beginning before her birth, one ending in a pool of blood on her first Guardian’s cabin floor, her true first Guardian. She’d been nothing but a memory, and now she lived again.

  Nicholas. He looked the same yet so different. His eyes sparked with a need
for recognition, and he seemed as though he knew her beyond the capacity of what this world offered. However, Raven knew Nicholas—knew Nicolai—well enough to recognize what he couldn’t.

  In an instant, she knew what she couldn’t have known before. Nicholas didn’t remember.

  He didn’t remember, but somehow, he still knew her.

  She remained One of the Few, and she’d found the reason she lived at all. He stood here, looking at her with wonder and heartache, fingers inside her, and he didn’t know he was the reason for everything.

  The spaces of her mind quickly compacted as the rest of her shot back to the immediacy of the present. She didn’t know how she’d come to the life she currently lived or why she hadn’t remembered anything of her former life until now. Nor did she know how Nicholas had barreled into town without so much as a smile and a nod with seemingly even less in the way of memories than she had. She knew everything and nothing at all.

  She didn’t have time to consider the sudden surge of love that consumed her entirely, nor did she have the will to question it.

  Her vision was suddenly clear and cloudy all at once.

  Nicolai—or Nicholas, or whatever he was called these days—was the reason she existed. Whether or not he remembered her, whether or not he knew why, he was the same. He was the exact same man she’d left behind. The same man for whom she’d bargained with the devil to follow into oblivion.

  In a blinding flash of light, she loved him. Raven and Ravenna collided.

  “I’m gonna pull out now,” Nicholas murmured with tenderness that made her heart sing. “Don’t move.”

  Raven sucked in a breath and nodded awkwardly, her hands gripping his forearms as he deftly slipped his fingers out of her pussy. They winced together at the wet suctioning sound that smacked the air as her body fought to keep him locked with her. Nicholas trembled hard, his breath crashing against her lower lip as his eyes searched hers for answers she didn’t have.

  He recognized the spell had passed—that she knew she sat before him, again Raven Rayne. He knew the girl who had been here just minutes before was gone. Well…not gone, at least not in any way which would make sense to him. Ravenna hadn’t gone. She was just reborn. She and Raven had collided—their histories, their memories, everything. She remembered who she was without a doubt. She knew herself.