by J C Gordon
Rising, he pressed her further onto the bed, kneeling between her legs as he slowly took off his shirt as he watched her fast breaths begin to calm. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him with a lazy, very satisfied smile and her impish expression brought a low chuckle from his chest. “Did my lady enjoy her appetizer?”
“Should I not be asking you that question?” Rhianna laughed breathlessly as she stretched her arms above her head making her full breasts jiggle very temptingly.
“Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed my appetiser,” Caleb smiled wickedly. “I enjoyed it so much I’m thinking of having seconds.” He stripped the shirt from his shoulders and growled as her lavender eyes flared with excitement as they ran over his tightly muscled chest.
He moved from the bed so he could strip his jeans and boots off as his woman watched him with an almost feral expression in her eyes. He loved how she didn’t try to hide her lust from him. Her gaze raked his body with a healthy appreciation of what she was viewing.
“Caleb, when we made love the first time, did you bite me?” she suddenly asked and he blinked slowly and then gave her a wide grin.
“I bit you many times, sweet Annie,” he sighed softly. “Do you not remember my marks on your beautiful breasts? I remember them well. Your creamy flesh decorated with lovely hues of reds and blues and deep purples from my love bites.”
She sat up as he moved back onto the bed, her face close to his, her eyes intent on his. “I didn’t mean loves bites,” she said seriously. “I meant did you bite me? Did you feed from my body, Caleb? Did you drink my blood?”
Her question caught him off guard and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to lie to her and yet he didn’t want to repulse her either. He lowered his eyes to her left breast and reached out to run a finger slowly around her nipple. She gasped and her skin puckered so erotically under his touch. He brought his eyes back to hers and he circled her nipple once more.
“I fed from here,” he confessed. “I only wanted a little taste of you to see if your blood tasted as wonderful as all the rest of you did.”
Her breath caught and her teeth worried her bottom lip for a moment before she took a deep breath and smiled. “And did it?”
His golden eyes burned with heat as he stared into her face and saw only curiosity there, no condemnation or loathing at his admission. “It surpassed everything I’ve ever tasted,” he whispered. “Your essence is the sweetest, most wonderful flavour in the whole world, Annie. It’s thick and hot and so incredibly satisfying.”
His answer seemed to please her because her beautiful smile danced across her face again and his heart melted as he watched her. “Will you taste me again, Caleb?” she asked softly. She rose to her knees and cupped her breast in her left hand while her right hand threaded into his silky locks and pulled his head down to her. “Take what you need from me, my beautiful vampire,” she whispered.
A deep growl erupted from Caleb’s throat and his fangs elongated as his mouth connected with her tender breast. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to and he didn’t want to. She was offering herself to him and the call of his blood lust was strong.
He gripped her breast around her hand and looked up into her face quickly to make sure she really wanted this before he growled again and sank his fangs into her areola. She stiffened in momentary pain and then he released his soothing toxin and her back arched with pleasure as he took a long, hard pull on her breast. Her thick, hot life’s blood poured into his mouth and they both moaned at the same time.
Caleb let his mouth fill completely, savouring her intoxicating sweetness on his tongue before he swallowed her precious life’s blood with another deep groan. He lost himself in her sweet taste, drawing deeply at her breast and swallowing her essence with relish. He heard her cry out and felt her body shake as his feeding brought her to a quick second orgasm. Reluctantly he withdrew his fangs and licked the tiny pinpricks closed as he cleaned up any stray traces of blood.
“Annie,” he breathed softly, pulling her face to his and waiting for her to open her eyes. He searched her face intently as she smiled a dreamy smile at him and threaded her hands in his hair.
“Wow, that felt amazing,” she gasped with a little laugh.
He laughed and shook his head in wonder. “You’re the one who’s amazing, Annie.” He held her close as they knelt together on the bed, their mouths meeting in a long, slow, very wet kiss which had them both fighting for dominance with their tongues.
He finally decided enough was enough and he flipped her onto her back and loomed over her. “I’m in charge in the bedroom,” he growled softly. “You can twist me around your little finger anywhere else, my Annie, but the bedroom is my domain.” He dropped a hard kiss on her lips and smothered a laugh when she gasped in surprise. Well, she had asked for arrogance. It was her own fault if she was suddenly unsure of it.
He raised his head again and gave her a wicked smile as he cupped the soft flesh of her breasts and tugged on their hardened peaks. She arched up into his hands and he rewarded her by tugging a little harder on her nipples. “I can’t make up my mind if I’m still hungry or if I’m ready to slide into your beautiful body.”
Rhianna laughed and looked down at his substantial erection with a raised eyebrow. “I think you’re ready enough,” she said cheekily and then groaned when he gave her nipples a particularly hard tweak.
“Don’t get mouthy with me.” His voice was a rough growl but his eyes twinkled with laughter and his lips twitched with a smile as he lowered his head and gently soothed her tortured nipples with his lips and tongue.
He teased her mercilessly ignoring his own body’s needs. He wanted this to be for her pleasure, not his. She was welcoming him into her bed and into her heart and his love for her overwhelmed him and made him want to kneel before her and worship her as a goddess.
He suckled and nipped and licked all over her hard peaks until she cried out his name and writhed beneath him. Her scent was overpowering him and his cock was ready to burst by the time he finally settled between her thighs and slowly rubbed his hardness up and down her wet heat.
“Caleb, please,” Rhianna moaned. “No more teasing. Please take me.”
“As my lady commands,” he breathed against her lips and pressed forward. He took his time, slowly rocking back and forth, sliding inch after inch into her body as her hips rose to meet him half way. Finally he was buried to the hilt and he lay above her and inside her, pausing for a moment to savour the feel of being sheathed so tightly in her body. It was amazing how she could take his entire length. It had amazed him the first time he had lain with her, and it amazed him this time too.
She moaned and rolled her hips slowly and his breath hissed out at the sweet pleasure her movement caused inside his body. He moved ever so slowly, taking his sweet time easing from her tight heat before sliding just as slowly back inside.
Her sexy little moans stoked his fire but he refused to move faster. He wanted this to last and he refused to be rushed. He captured her clutching hands and secured them above her head with one hand. The other hand he hooked under her right leg, spreading it further apart and raised it slightly so he could get a better angle into her body.
Then he truly began to torture his lover. He took her with long, slow, unhurried strokes as he held her pinned beneath him. He ignored all her attempts to make him move faster, ignored all her little moans and pleas for more. He just moved in and out of her sweet body with a level of self-control he didn’t know he possessed.
The fire in Rhianna’s veins was burning her up inside as she pleaded with Caleb to moved faster, to take her harder. He only laughed huskily and silenced her pleas with hard kisses as he moved so achingly slowly inside her. She was ready to beg, plead, promise him the Moon if he’d only put out the flames deep within her body.
Caleb continued his slow torture until Rhianna was almost sobbing with her need for completion. Her pleas turned to curses and he was impressed with her i
nventiveness. Some of the things she came up with shocked even him and he’d heard a lot in his very long life. His woman had a bit of wild side about her. He’d have to hide the knives when he finished making love to her. He preferred his cock firmly attached to his body and he wasn’t so sure she might not seriously be tempted to carry out some of her more dire threats.
He finally gave in to their bodies’ demands. His next thrust was shorter and harder and caught her completely by surprise. She screamed and threw back her head as he picked up the pace, growling his pleasure.
Hot sweaty skin slapped against each other as they danced the ancient dance of love. He kissed her wildly, his body moving hard and fast as her muscles tightened around his aching cock as she shattered in his arms, a long howling wail escaping her as her orgasm crashed over her.
Her release was all he was waiting for. He took his own pleasure, his release triggering another orgasm. Caleb was lost in the sensation of utter bliss, Rhianna’s pleasure increasing his own pleasure tenfold. The room was filled with the harsh sounds of ragged breathing as Caleb tensed with his release and then slowly collapsed and lowered his forehead to hers as he supported his weight on his elbows.
The scent of sex was heavy on the air as was the delicious scent of their sweat slickened bodies slowly starting to cool after the strenuous workout they’d both just received. Rhianna’s breathing was harsh and laboured and her little heart was practically thrumming in her chest.
Caleb smiled his satisfaction and rolled onto his side, pulling her body flush against his as he dropped little butterfly kisses on her trembling lips. He wrapped his arms securely around her and closed his eyes, basking in this one, perfect moment. He didn’t know how long he’d have to enjoy this wonderful feeling of peace but he would hold onto it for as long as he could.
CHAPTER ten
Caleb pulled the heavy, chocolate brown comforter over Rhianna’s body and half draped his lower body too. He didn’t feel the cold the way humans did but he had felt a slight shiver run through her body as she slept against his chest. She’d been sleeping for over an hour while he simply lay there basking in the afterglow of their passion. She stirred and he dropped a kiss on the top of her head and ran a large hand lightly down her hip until she settled.
Rhianna’s total acceptance of what he was astounded him and humbled him at the same time. He knew she would never reveal his true nature to anyone. He was certain she would never do anything to hurt him. Her capacity to handle the unusual was quite amazing in one so young. Perhaps Rafe’s death was the reason she was so accepting. As far as she was aware she had already lost someone she loved dearly. She wouldn’t want to open herself up to that kind of heartache again.
Caleb sighed, concerned about her reaction when she learned the truth. She was going to be hurt and most probably pissed. At Rafe, at Jared and at him too. He wasn’t looking forward to it. He didn’t want to be the one who caused her even a moment’s pain or anger.
Her luscious red curls spread across his chest and he toyed with a long lock. He was certain her temper would match the fieriness of her colouring, just as her passion did. He could almost hear her voice rising sharply to almost screaming range.
He chuckled softly as he felt his body twitch the moment he thought of her screaming. She certainly gave vent to her feelings when in the throes of passion. God, she made such sexy, erotic sounds when he pleasured her, from the low moans to the sharper cries and then the loud lusty screams. It was enough to drive him insane with need for her. She stirred again, and her small hand stroked his chest lightly and he swallowed hard as his body reacted more.
“What are you laughing at?” Her sleepy voice was low and husky, which only served to harden his cock further.
“I was thinking about how lusty your screams are when you climax,” he admitted, his voice turning husky too as he tilted her chin up so he could memorise his first look at her sleep-filled face. His breath caught in his throat as her sleepy eyes opened to stare up at him, her lips parted and still swollen from his kisses. A delicate shade of pink stained her perfect cheeks and he smiled feeling tenderness well up inside.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed about enjoying your pleasures, not with me, Annie. I love it when you become so uninhibited and lose yourself against me. It’s the most beautiful, erotic thing ever.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his trying to will his body to behave itself and not react to her closeness. He had worn her out already. She needed time to recover from their lovemaking.
She laughed against his lips and reached up to brush his hair from his face. “Is that an order, sir?” she asked impishly, her lavender eyes sparkling with amusement.
He chuckled again and pulled her over him, settling her along the full length of his body. His hands moved slowly down her back and gently cupped the soft round flesh of her bottom. He made a show of looking around the room and then he looked back at her and smiled wickedly.
“As far as I can tell we are still in the bedroom, my lady, which means I am still in charge, so yes, it is an order. I order you to scream long and very loudly when I ravish your beautiful body.”
Rhianna burst into peels of light, tinkling laughter and tapped a finger against his lips. “I think, perhaps, you’re taking your arrogance a step too far, sir,” she teased. “I will only scream if you’re up to the job of making me.”
She shrieked in surprise when he rolled quickly and pinned her body beneath his. “Are you casting doubts on my ability as a lover, my lady?” Caleb’s voice was low and husky, his golden brown eyes glinting with a slight edge to them. “Do I need to give my lady another example of just how adept I am at finding every single pleasure point on her beautiful body?” He pressed his aching cock in the juncture between her thighs and watched as her eyes darkened and her succulent nipples tightened hard.
“Perhaps later, sir?” Rhianna giggled with a breathy little moan. “I think you loved me just a little bit too good the last time. I may need some time to recover.”
Caleb groaned and rolled off her pulling her back against his side. “I’m sorry, Annie. Was I too rough?”
“No, love, you were prefect,” she sighed snuggling against him, loving the feel of his hard body against her softness. “I just need to do some pesky human things like eat for one. You may not have to eat at regular intervals but I do.”
He was instantly contrite, sitting up and pulling her onto his lap. “Sorry Annie, I didn’t stop to think. It’s been hours since lunch time. You must be ravenous.” It had been so long since he had been human. He could only imagine how awful it must be for her to need to eat and not have any food. Was it like the hunger he felt when he waited too long between feedings? He hoped not because that kind of hunger was crippling for him.
“I’m not quite that bad, Caleb,” Rhianna laughed seeing his worried expression. “I’m just hungry. It’s not as if I’m going to die because I haven’t had dinner yet.”
His expression cleared and he hugged her tightly against him. She was so precious to him. He just wanted to make her happy and see to her needs. He saw her eyes slowly take in his bedroom and wondered what she was thinking.
“You like the colour brown,” she remarked with a slight smile as she took in the deep chocolate accent wall, the dark wood furniture and the brown and black bedding on the dark wood four-poster bed.
“As you like purple,” he countered with a chuckle. “Every time I’ve seen you, you’ve been wearing something purple. The colour suits you but then I honestly think you could dress in filthy rags and still look stunningly beautiful.”
Rhianna smiled, oddly pleased he’d noticed her favourite colour. It was such a little thing but it made her insides feel warm and mushy. She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. “I suppose this room must have seen its fair share of women.” She bit her lip, wondering where the hell that thought had come from and cringing because she had actually said it out loud.
Caleb tilted her chin up and capt
ured her gaze with his amber eyes, his expression very serious. “This room has known only one woman within its walls, Rhianna. You are the first woman I have ever let into my private room and you will be the only woman ever to lie with me in this bed.”
His words were spoken with such sincerity she believed him instantly. “So where did you take all your other women?” She was curious and surprised when he frowned and moved to settle her back onto the bed. She instantly missed the closeness of his body heat and shivered.
He stared at her for a moment and then pulled the comforter around her to enclose her body. Caleb felt uncomfortable about Rhianna’s questions. He didn’t want to think of any other woman when he was with her; it was like he was being unfaithful in some way. He knew it was irrational but he couldn’t help the way he felt.
“Caleb?”
An expression of uncertainty crossed Rhianna’s face and he instantly felt bad and reached for her, wrapping his arms around her body swallowed up inside the thick comforter. He pulled her wrapped body back into his lap and bent his head to kiss her softly on the lips. “I don’t want to think about them. They no longer exist as far as I’m concerned. There is only you in my head and in my heart, Annie.”
Rhianna stifled down the smile that threatened to burst across her face. He was so strong and arrogant, so tender and loving, and so incredibly naïve if he thought he could simply dismiss a part of his life because he willed it so. It was quite endearing to see this naivety about him. It made him seem less intimidating, less out of her league.
Because he felt as if he was way out of her league sometimes. She had no idea how old he was, how long he had lived for. She knew he was obscenely rich because he’d told her so. His mansion screamed his wealth, as did his choice in motorcars and his clothing. She felt so young, so insignificant compared to how ancient he must be.
