"Your body hungers for me, Maggie,” he growled against her ribs, nuzzling the under curve of one breast as he toyed with her folds.
"Yes,” she said, choking back a whimper, digging her hands in the covers to keep from shredding him with her nails.
He rose on his knees, lifting above her. Her thighs rubbed against his, the crisp hair there sensuously abrasive.
Something pushed through her cream-laden folds, probing deep, until it grazed her clit. Maggie's belly spasmed, her cunt jerking, tightening as his cock rubbed against her clit.
"I'm desperate for you,” she gasped, writhing beneath him.
"Yes,” he murmured huskily, moving, stroking that hot hardness down, smearing her thick cream down her slit and up again. The blunt tip made her womb tighten, gasp with need. Pleasure flared along her nerves.
Her entire body felt like one huge, impending orgasm. Her nipples throbbed, her stomach jerked, her thighs burned. Each brush carried her higher.
He stopped the rough caress, lodging himself at her vaginal opening. He nudged her with his cockhead, probing the edges until they began to stretch.
Maggie froze, inhaling a sharp breath. Her body locked up, kegels tightening to refuse him.
He groaned, pushing, but her body refused him. Her blood pounded, rushing to her head until she was dizzy with it.
"Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want you to see the man who takes you."
She opened her eyes, meeting his half-lidded gaze, so intense, it made her breath catch.
"I am not him, Maggie.” He bent until he could brush his lips over hers. “Let me in, ma Coeur . Do not shield your heart from me,” he said softly.
He kissed her tenderly, rubbing himself against her moist center in a coaxing caress. Maggie kissed him back, arching, spreading her bent knees out and opening herself to him. She wanted this—him—inside, to take the pain away.
His tongue rubbed along hers as the stroke stopped, pressing into her opening. Her muscles tightened unconsciously. She willed them to relax, accept him. A streak of pleasure and pain flared along her nerves, making her pussy cream with a forceful gush. He groaned into her mouth, probing her, pushing that thickness past her screaming muscles.
She was whimpering into his mouth, clutching his biceps, struggling not to pass out. He stretched her so far that her tight channel burned in protest, spasming in agony and repulsion.
He tore his mouth from hers, growling in fury and pain. “I cannot do this,” he said raggedly, withdrawing.
Maggie stiffened, cried out. “Please,” she said desperately, locking her legs around his hips.
His arms shook, muscles bulging. Sweat dotted his brow, his arms and chest. “It hurts you too much. I should never have pressed you."
She pulled him further, forcing him deeper inside, gasping, crying at the hurt. “I want you to. Don't stop, I beg you, don't stop."
"I must,” he rasped.
Danior groaned in agony, fighting her lure, the siren call of her womb and the sweetness of her body. He held perfectly still, shaking with the effort. Every muscle was taut, stretched to the limits of his endurance.
She arched upward, rubbing her nipples against his chest, her cunt clenching and unclenching on his cock.
With a broken cry, his will shattered. He drove into her fully, until his thick erection jutted against her womb.
Maggie screamed, pain overriding her pleasure, but mingling, until her nerves prickled with heated need.
He dropped his forehead against hers, panting, his warm breath fanning across her lips. She tilted her head, kissing him lightly, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks.
He opened his eyes, looking at her as her sheath groaned with the weight of his cock.
"Make love to me,” she whispered, kissing him.
A shudder wracked him, traveling down his spine through his hips. With tender care, he pulled out, inch by inch.
The bulb of his cock rippled through her channel, making her quiver.
"You are so tight,” he croaked huskily. “You burn me alive. I feel as though you clutch my heart with your sheath."
He neared the edge of her opening, gritted his teeth, and drove inside again. A strangled cry ripped from her throat as he burrowed so deeply, so possessively inside.
Sweat dampened her skin, making her cling to him, making her feel like she would melt. Her pussy was feverish, burning her up. The pressure there nearly unbearable.
He thrust shallowly, quickly, working her juices up and down his thick shaft until her tightness eased and he set a pistoning stroke that had her raising up to meet him.
Maggie braced her feet on the bed, raising her knees, jerking her hips up with every stroke. He ground down, against her clit, roughing that sensitive spot until shots of pleasure streaked through her veins. She bucked against him, dying with pleasure, nerves going taut with each bumping grind.
She sizzled with need everywhere, gripping his shoulders, tossing her head side to side as he drove into her like a man possessed.
Moans echoed in the room, her own, frantic, desperately reaching for the climax she felt hovered just out of her reach.
He pushed her toward it, higher and higher, his hard thrusts driving her up the bed with the force of his movements. Something had been unleashed in him. Desperate. Frightening. That danger she'd sensed before loomed. He buried his face at her neck, teeth and tongue caressing her there.
He craved the blood. She wanted to give it to him, let him suck her dry if only to prolong the blissful torment impaling her.
He groaned against her neck, sucking at the crook, where she'd been injured before. Maggie moaned, her inner muscles rippling as the pleasure built to a crescendo of fury.
She clutched him, grasping his cock as the orgasm sizzled along her nerves. Screaming, she was helpless to it, crying out again and again as waves of searing pleasure pounded inside her.
Her mind closed down, embracing the feeling. It poured through her, making her cunt convulse on the power.
He arched his head back, shuddering, driving into her one last time as his semen erupted inside her quaking pussy. Her vision went dim and she closed her eyes, going lightheaded from the peak of it, a pinnacle she had never dreamed possible.
" Ma Coeur. Amour,” he said, his breathing hard, labored against her neck as he collapsed on top of her and held her, pleasure shuddering through him into her.
After a moment, he withdrew his flaccid length with a soft smacking sound and rolled, bringing them onto their sides as he rocked her close, sheltering her body. Maggie snuggled close, overwhelmed and unable to speak. He whispered French into her ear, lovingly kissing the shell of it, her neck and cheek, anywhere he could reach. His hands moved tenderly over her backside, through her hair and along her shoulders.
She had always been ashamed of her past and how stupid she'd been. But Danior made her forget it.
Near him, all she could think about was how he made her feel, and he made her feel beautiful and womanly.
She felt new, as though by accepting him into herself, she'd been remade into another woman. Stronger.
Someone capable and worthy of love.
Her lips curled in a smile and she kissed his chin, already warming to his tender caresses, craving more of him.
Chapter Eight
Danior studied Maggie as she slept the deep, dreamless sleep of the truly sated. His lips curled faintly on that thought in self-deprecating amusement, but she'd left him in no doubt that he had thoroughly pleased her. He was weary himself after making love to her most of the day, but too tense and anxious to sleep.
She still didn't fully grasp that her own life was in as much danger as his, but then she didn't realize that the council was ruthless, and merciless. As beautiful as she was, they would not hesitate to destroy her.
Their rules would be maintained. There were no exceptions.
He'd known that even when he agreed to take her. He'd known, sooner or later, they wo
uld learn of it and Maggie's life would be forfeit as well as his own for protecting her.
She would have to accept it. For whatever reason he'd felt compelled to protect her, to begin with—for amusement, or merely a whim—there was no doubt in his mind why that had changed from mild interest to a desperate obsession.
He couldn't go on without her and he had no intention of doing so even if he had to take her by force.
There was no place inside the US safe for them now. The council might have no control outside of New Orleans, but they need only contact the council where ever he might think to go to, and he and Maggie would be forced to flee again.
They must leave for Europe. He could make arrangements for a night flight to New York, but they would have to travel by ship from there since there were no flights that could take them to Europe overnight.
It didn't matter. Once they were outside the US, they would be beyond the control and jurisdiction of the council.
He decided to allow her to rest while he made the arrangements. He had fake passports made, using a scanned copy of her driver's license for hers. He emailed the information to X with instructions to meet him at the airport. He'd used this man, X, in the past, and he was trustworthy enough only in that he could be bought into silence for a price.
They were trusting their lives to him, to make sure that X wouldn't betray them, perhaps for more money, or the threat at losing his life.
There was no way around it, unfortunately. This late in the game, he couldn't afford to shop around for someone else.
Danior called and ordered their tickets to New York and booked passage on the first available ship to Europe. At this time of year, their options were limited to the Mediterranean. He had connections there, however, and would be able to find refuge until he found them a place to make their new home.
Satisfied he'd done all he could at the moment, he crawled back into bed with Maggie, nestling her against his side as he stared up at the ceiling, going over his plans. He wished he could have taken a ship directly from the port here, but it was too risky taking a smaller vessel, and there was nothing else available except a few cargo ships, which wouldn't take passengers regardless. No, there was no choice but to fly to New York. Airport security after the attack there would force him to go completely weaponless, but it also meant their chances of being attacked there were slim. He had only to get there before running into trouble to get her aboard safely.
He prayed that his luck had not run out.
* * *
"Maggie."
Something tickled her nose. “Unnh,” she complained, rolling over. Sore muscles winced at the movement, and she groaned. “Oh. I think I've been injured,” she mumbled, curling into a ball.
"As much as I would love to kiss those aches away, we have no time now. You've slept the day away.
Dusk approaches."
Maggie bolted upright, stifling a groan as she put her weight on her bottom. “Why'd you let me sleep so late?"
He smiled, looking incredibly sexy despite the danger looming. She almost suspected he was putting on a faÇade to keep her from panicking. “I couldn't bear to wake you."
Maggie rolled her eyes, smiling as she got out of bed and hurriedly woke herself up. Her thighs were sticky from their lovemaking, and she bathed herself off with a rag, washed her face, and brushed her teeth with the spare toothbrush he'd bought for her.
She changed from her nightshirt into the leather clothing and boots. After she finished, she came out of the bathroom and found him gone.
A brief moment of panic assailed her, but she quashed it, hurrying out and down the stairs. She released a pent-up breath to find him downstairs waiting for her.
"It's safe to go out now. Hurry,” he said, taking her hand as he led her out the back. When they reached the door, he stopped, seeming to listen for some sound she couldn't hear. Apparently, he heard nothing to alarm him, and he opened the door, guiding her to the draped car.
He pulled the tarp off, revealing a silver Dodge Viper. Clicking off the alarm, he opened to door for her and shut it once she was inside.
The interior was roomier than she'd thought it would be, and she knew he had to have had it custom built for his height to accommodate his legs.
Getting in, he started the car and revved the engine, flashing her a quick grin as he put it in gear and drove away from the dark mansion.
The drive passed in taut silence. He maneuvered the streets easily, reaching the airport with almost anticlimactic ease. She couldn't believe it had been so easy to get away.
"We're not free yet,” he said, as if reading her thoughts, which she realized he could if he wanted to.
As they passed through the electronic doors, and man pushed off from a column and strode purposefully toward them. Maggie tensed, her breathing quickening. This was it. They'd been found.
Danior draped his arm over her shoulder, giving it a squeeze as the man stopped in front of them.
He had bad ass written all over him. From his shaved head and sunglasses, through the black tribal tattoos that covered his body and the black, silver studded leather he wore.
"X,” Danior said, nodding a greeting.
"Danior,” X said back, giving Maggie a once over before returning his attention to Danior. He fished two passports out of the inside of his jacket. “Do you have my money?"
Danior took the passports and examined them. “As good as always, X.” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number from memory banks. They waited while he transferred the money to X's account and X confirmed it.
Danior and X nodded at one another again, both in that mode of conversation that could only be comprehended by other men, and without another word, they moved away and checked in for their flight.
Maggie couldn't believe how easy it had been to get away. Once they were on the plane and it had taken off, she finally managed to relax. She wasn't aware before then of just how tight her nerves had been. She had a tension headache coming on, and the cramped space and recycled air wasn't helping it any.
"Where are we going?” she finally asked Danior, who sat by the window with his eyes closed.
He didn't look at her. “New York and from there we take a ship to the Mediterranean."
"Nice. I didn't think I'd ever get another vacation in my lifetime."
He looked at her then, his eyes smoky and passionate. “I hope to do so much more for you for many years to come,” he said, his husky voice vibrating pleasurably along her nerves. “I'm surprised you didn't fight me more on this."
He traced a hand up and down her thigh. Even through the leather, he left his impression on her.
"I didn't see much sense in it. It's for the best, and ... I trust you."
His eyes gleamed. He leaned close, nuzzling her neck. “You don't know how much it pleases me to hear you say that,” he murmured, running his hand up her inner thigh, up her covered cleft.
Maggie jerked in her seat, clamping her hands down tightly on the arms of her chair. “What are you doing?"
"Mmm. What do you think?"
His fingers moved up, tugging at her zipper.
"No, Danior. I'll never get that zipper back up,” she whispered frantically, looking around worriedly.
They were in first class and it was empty except for a solitary man several rows above them, and he was snoring.
"They've made the rounds. No one will come, and I would not let them see,” he murmured hotly against her neck before sucking her lobe between his teeth.
Ignoring her silent protests, he pulled the zipper down, baring her panties, which were no barrier at all for him. He slipped beneath the waistband, fluttering his fingers over her mound.
Maggie bit her lip, squirming in her seat as he curled his fingers into the top of her cleft.
"Mmmm. You're wet. I knew you wanted this,” he growled softly, thrusting his tongue into her ear as he stroked her clit.
She arched in her seat, thrusting her mound against his cu
pped hand, fighting to contain the moan that wanted to tear from her throat. She kept her eyes open, looking around for anyone to catch them, afraid and excited at the possibility that they'd be caught.
He dug down, slipping in her slit until he edged her vagina and probed the tight hole, rimming it with a finger before thrusting inside. Maggie took a sharp breath, her knuckles going white to control herself.
"I want so badly to pump my cock inside you, amour,” he whispered, laying open mouthed kisses on her neck as he drove two fingers into her tightness.
Her pussy sizzled, ecstasy imminent, rolling toward her as his palm ground against her clit and she rode his hand.
She was breathing erratically, hard through her nostrils, her heart beating a staccato as he drove her to orgasm. It exploded inside her, vibrating through every nerve ending with shattering precision. Her pussy clenched on his fingers as he continued to thrust into her, mimicking the drive of his cock.
Maggie whimpered, burying her face against his shoulder, biting him to keep from crying out.
Slowly, as her climax faded away, he withdrew his hand and zipped her pants up.
He brought his hand to his face, tasting one finger. The movement of his lips and tongue on that one digit had her cleft clenching with want again.
"I love the scent and taste of you, chere. When we are aboard the ship, I plan to taste every inch of your body."
Maggie shivered pleasurably and snuggled close, enjoying the feel of his arm wrapped around her shoulder. The tension she'd had was gone for now though her thoughts still lay in torment.
They had to make it. She didn't think she could bear losing him now. For once, it seemed like she truly had something to live for.
* * *
Without any need for a watch, or any sign in the sky above them, Maggie knew as they got of the plane at last in New York, that it was nearing dawn. She wasn't certain if it was her vampire senses kicking in, or the urgency she sensed in Danior, but she knew they had little time to get from the airport to the docks.
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