"Afraid?” he softly asked.
"Yes. It's going to hurt."
"Yes. It is. But the combination of the pleasure and pain? I think you'll like it. You have a submissive streak in you, my lovely Gabrielle. Even now, the fear that courses through your bloodstream has made you wet. You want this."
"No, I don't. I really don't.” The hard wall of his chest came over her back. His voice at her ear, his teeth nipped at the lobe of her ear.
"I'm going to put my cock in your hot little virgin ass, Gabrielle. And you're going to come because you like it."
A hand squeezed her ass.
"Ready?"
"Hell fucking no, I'm not ready.” She squeezed her eyes tightly closed behind the red haze of the blindfold. “If you hurt me, I'll yank your balls off and feed them to the sharks.” A roar of laughter sounded behind her.
"So feisty."
His hands came to rest on her ass and she tensed.
"Easy, love."
She heard the click of a cap and knew he lubed himself up. Her pussy clenched. What the hell? She braced herself waiting for the pain. Pain that never came. His heat came over her again and his fingers found her clit. Hot moist breath fell on her neck. The scrape of teeth against her skin had her arching her back and backing into his hard, thick cock, which slid between the cheeks of her ass.
"Thank you.” He murmured. “When I tell you, I want you to push out. This is very important. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Tell me you understand. I do not want to hurt you."
"I understand.” Her voice sounded small and scared.
"Push out, Gabrielle. Push out against me."
Her breath caught in her throat. The burn of his cock against her tender ass left her gasping.
"Again.” He commanded and slipped forward into her ass a centimeter more. “By the Gods you are tight. Damn it, yes. That's it. Out and out, Gabrielle.” He slipped in more and more.
The soft brush of his hair at her shoulder sent a shoulder through her system. She was being torn in two. “You said this would hurt."
"So I did."
Cool fingers found her clit. Warm moist mouths found her breasts. Pulling and tugging on her nipples. Phantom fingers dipped up into her pussy. Her body opened. A wet tongue circled her clit. She screamed. And pushed back against Demonte.
"Yes.” He growled and seated himself within her.
Gabrielle rocked back against him, unable to stop the tremors in her legs, in her whole body. “Damn. Damn. Damn.” Pleasure assaulted her from every angle. There was no escape. No escape from his body or the pleasure he offered.
"Come now, Gabrielle."
The command skittered through her system and the tight knot of nerves in her body released in a wash of tortuous pleasure. She screamed with the force of it. Her body shook.
Demonte rode the wave of her pleasure. Rode her ass.
The hard push of his cock then the relief of his retreat left her gasping for air. Cascading wave after wave of pleasure pain washed over her. A masculine roar sounded at her back.
Demonte's thrusts quickened. “So tight. My Gabrielle. Such sweet surrender.” He pumped faster and faster until with one last scream of his own, he joined her, pumping his essence into her.
Their bodies trembled and Gabrielle sank down into the mattress.
Demonte followed her down, but at the last minute, casting his weight to the side, not wanting to crush her.
The knot at the back of her head came forward and he removed the blindfold. She found herself gazing into pools of questioning green.
"You're all right? I didn't harm you, did I?"
A soft smile curled her lips upward. Hurt her? She'd just had the most amazing night of sex in her life. “No. you didn't hurt me, but I thought it was going to hurt."
"It will take a little time to recover. You must forgive me, I could not help myself. And really you are fully to blame.” He wound a sable tress of her hair around his finger.
"How?"
He grinned like an errant schoolboy. “You kept wiggling your ass in my face. And you did invite me in. Didn't you?"
Eyes drooping closed, Gabrielle confessed. “I did and I think somewhere in the back of my mind. I wanted you to be the one."
"The one to what?"
But sleep took her over and her eyes floated shut. Her last thought? His ass better be here when I wake up.
And he was there when she woke several hours later to the smell of fresh coffee and the hint of toast with honey. Rolling over, she grimaced at the soreness in her body. It was a good sore though and she felt languid and relaxed. The most relaxed she'd been since Halloween. All because of one man, or rather one vampire.
Turning her head to the right, he sat leaning against her sapphire blue pillows, his eyes sleepy and sexy. “You're still here.” She scooted up next to him until she was cradled under his arm.
His fingers made soft circles against the sensitive skin of her shoulder. “I told you I wouldn't leave you."
"Really? You mean it this time?"
He thought for a moment. “You don't have a safe room here. That will be a problem, but we can always go to my home.” He grinned. “I think you would like it."
"Where is your home?"
He reached down and pulled her on top of him. “On the coast, near the beach. I like the sound of the water.” His gaze drifted down to her breasts. “I like these, too."
The swell of his erection told her that the man was insatiable. “No way. I need to rest after that. It might take days. Weeks even before I'm ready for another session with you."
"Oh, but I have ravenous appetites. And you have bonded me to you. I can go to no one but you to assuage my hunger."
Gabrielle folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin on them so she could look at him. “So what happened to me when I tried to have sex with other men would happen to you too?” Then she thought a moment more. “Are you saying it's impossible for us to cheat on each other?"
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Leave it to a woman to think of it that way.” He opened his eyes and a look of worry crossed his face. “Does that bother you? That you will be stuck with only me and my feeble body to satisfy your needs?"
Feeble? He was on drugs. If he was feeble, she wouldn't survive up and at ‘em. Grabbing his neck, she pulled him close and took his lips, parting them with her tongue. God, but she loved everything about him. His taste. The way he felt beneath her all strong and lean. She pulled back to look in his eyes. “I think you're stuck with me for a long, long, time. I've grown particularly fond of your feeble body."
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Samantha Reynolds lives in North Carolina with her husband of 14 years, one precious daughter and her two dogs. She loves romances of any type, but especially sinfully sexual stories. Having written all of her life, this year she decided to take the big plunge and found a home at Extasy Books.
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