Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  At the sensation of his hot mouth on her breast, she drew her breath in while he switched to the other breast and suckled on her. Then, he traced another burning path along her neck, his lips caressing her skin.

  With a moan, she dropped her head back and her body went utterly weak. Victor’s mouth roamed along her skin with a thorough tasting and she quivered with the glorious goose bumps it brought.

  Abruptly, he set her down on the bed and jerked her slacks from her. Valentine sat amazed, as she didn’t even feel it. Without effort, he'd casually removed her clothes as though they were just weak bits of flimsy material. His eyes locked with hers as he stood and removed his clothes.

  Her wistful-eyed gaze rose over his hard stomach and smooth chest as she released a fluttery breath. Wow, all hard and...built.

  He lay her back, lowered those magnificent lips, and kissed her.

  Valentine experienced more adrenaline rushes and her body tightened with an unaccustomed need as his warm, silken skin slid along hers. She raised her hands and wove them through his dark hair, tugging his head closer.

  Slipping his fingers into her lace panties, he began stroking her. He caressed her clit with a splendidly sensuous rhythm.

  Hot moisture seeped from her with his sliding fingers as her breathing sped up. Her body jerked and quivered with his sensual movements.

  Kissing her, he reached under, lifted her ass with his hands and ripped her panties away.

  Valentine knew now what a wildfire truly felt like as her skin burned while he slid his hard, smooth body along hers.

  “This will be the hard part.” With one hand, he took her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. “Do you want me, Marla Rose?”

  Valentine knew she wanted this more than anything—ever. Panting hard, a powerful need surged through her as she nodded her head.

  “Open up for me.”

  Spreading her thighs wide, the sensual act of offering herself to him caused a sweeping weakness to tremor through her legs.

  His warm hands smoothed over her stomach, past her hips and he plunged a finger inside of her. Her body gave a small jerk at the intrusion as he slid another finger inside her and pumped them in and out. “Mmm, hard?” she gasped with pleasure. “It’s glorious.”

  He glided another in and now three pumped her pussy with an increasing force.

  The sensation shook her as she squirmed and a peculiar heat bathed over her skin. She grew wetter and wetter around his plunging fingers and gazed up at him.

  His eyes glowed at her.

  “You’re...” Her voice sounded like a buzzing in her ears.

  Victor lowered his hips. “We are...” He thrust his hard cock into her.

  “Oh!” Her body jerked as he slid in.

  His body grew tense and he held himself very still.

  Valentine gasped for air as the deep filling of his swelling cock spread a pulsation along her body, the throb becoming a living rhythm. She strained violently against the hold of his hands.

  His face changed to the marbled one she remembered from last night as he plunged into her. “I can't stop now, Marla,” he breathed into her mouth. “I will have you,” he growled low.

  A marvelous needful ache spread along her body, her hips thrusting back to him as though they possessed a will of their own.

  Grasping her legs, Victor forcefully tugged them higher toward his pelvis; as he bent her knees, her hips tilted and her pussy opened fully to him. His pumping went deeper as he grabbed her ass, using the hold of her bare cheeks to guide her and heighten his deep penetration with each powerful thrust he gave her. His delving momentum caused her to flow with even more moisture, allowing an even deeper access for his plunging cock.

  A peculiar tug came from her chest, pulling from within her. A desperate inner struggle, as though she were two people who were fighting each other for survival. One, who burned alive with euphoric heights of pure addictive delight, a part unknown to her before, an uninhibited being who yearned to keep this reckless, wanton feeling at all costs.

  The other part of her, the sensible Valentine, fought against the surreal situation and the inner battle grew weaker, as her rational persona helplessly floated away. The wild and untamed part remained and took her over as a howl came from her throat and their bodies rose from the bed. Valentine knew exactly when self-control left her being—the sensation was both frightening and thrilling at the same time.

  A feral lust seeped into her and the room spun around her as though she were under some kind of hallucinogenic, her body taking on a life of its own as she slammed herself up against his marbled cock to get more. Her moisture slickened pussy slid along his pulsing shaft with a deliciously sinful sensation.

  She scratched his shoulders with the sweeping climax quaking through her whole body. She could feel his body tense with his low growl purring in her ear. It elicited a feral feeling from deep within her and she held him in a tight grip, her legs wrapped around his waist as her body heaved with ripples of fantastic ecstasy.

  Their glowing gazes locked with an intense meeting of both mind and body.

  Valentine looked into his gold eyes while she experienced an insurmountable wave of a powerful, conquering orgasm, which crashed through her with a brilliant rapture. Images appeared in her mind, as if she were drawn into the window of his eyes. Visions of an azure sky overflowing with puffy white clouds passed by her face at a rapid speed. Their silky texture caressed her skin and she took a deep breath of the pure oxygen from their swirling mists. It was hauntingly familiar to her, like a memory filled with sensations so real she could even feel the sunlight’s warmth on her face.

  Her body gave out a brutal shuddering tremor and Victor held her tightly while she clung to him, her nails sinking into his marbled skin. He winced and moved his lips to her ear. “Shhh, it's okay...shhh.”

  They floated back down; she lay her head back and her body continued to coil and spasm with unbelievable pleasure. She shut her eyes. “What is it?” Her legs quivered while an overwhelming gratification rolled over her.

  Victor lowered his lips to her ear. “Your first time.”

  She shivered when deep his voice grazed her ear. “Mmm,” she moaned low as the room went black.

  ~* * * *~

  “Hello?”

  Valentine awoke and Victor’s face loomed above her. “Huh?”

  Smiling warmly at her, he leaned down to kiss her.

  She gasped.

  Motionless, he stared at her face.

  Valentine bolted upright and peered down with astonishment at her bare body while gasping loudly again. “What have you done?”

  “Done?”

  She swung her startled gaze all around the room.

  “Oh, you mean do?” He nodded. “Yes, we did.”

  Her horrified gaze swung back to him. “You loathsome pig!”

  “Wait a minute.” His eyes narrowed at her.

  Valentine yanked the sheet up over her breasts. “How could you do this?”

  “It was fairly easy.” He winked at her.

  “Ooh!”

  His expression grew puzzled. “You mean you really don't remember?”

  “Remember what?” she asked with a squeak in her voice.

  “Last night?”

  “Last...?” Shock silenced her voice box and she reeled as though she’d been knocked on the head with something heavy.

  “Yes, now I seem to remember something about turning,” he muttered.

  “Turning?”

  “To beast, my dear.” He looked distracted. “They will forget most of it, until they become...” He shook his head. “It’s been a long time since I‘ve turned someone and I forgot about the forgetting.”

  “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about!” She scooted back from him.

  “Oh man, the morning after regret!” His amusement grew. “But for real this time!”

  “No, we didn't.” She shook her head at him

  Victor
nodded his head rapidly at her. “Oh, yes, we so did!”

  “You’re lying just like before!” Panic rose in her chest with a tight squeezing as her heart pounded in her ears.

  “Yeah, maybe? But you’d better think about taking a shower, Miss One Night Stand.” He shrugged.

  “Here?”

  “No, not here, on the bed.” He joked. “And you’re already dressed for it.”

  “You filthy rapist!”

  Victor stared at her flushed face. “What?”

  “I was a...”

  He tilted his head.

  “Waiting for the right—”she continued to stutter.

  “Oh, I see. Well, you couldn’t be waiting for a man, in any case.” His dark eyes twinkled at her. “I am the right beast for it, though.”

  “You took it.” She acted as though she hadn’t heard him.

  “I took nothing. You gave and willingly, I might add.”

  Shaking her head in denial, she tugged the sheet higher to her breasts.

  Victor grabbed her arms. “You gave, Miss Valentine!”

  “To you?” she asked. “To a man who...”

  “What?''

  Valentine bit at her lower lip.

  “Go ahead, Marla Rose. What?”

  “Who thinks women are nothing.” Her eyes met his. “And treats them like throwaways.”

  “How do you know what I think and how I treat women?”

  “The Payne legend,” she reminded him. “The womanizer, you know? The hound of the LA precinct!”

  Victor studied her face for a moment and let go of her. He abruptly fell to the bed while laughing hysterically.

  “This isn’t funny, Lieutenant!” she shouted over his booming laughter.

  “Yeah, I guess not,” he agreed with a breathless amusement as his laughter slowed and he sighed with a humorous titter.

  “So, what now?”

  Sitting upright, he grinned at her. “Your second time.” He ripped the sheet from her grip.

  “Second?” she gasped with the lightening speed of the sheet yanking.

  Victor swiftly scooped her from the bed. “But first on the list is bathing!”

  “You’re not thinking that we’re going to...?” Valentine drew in a shocked breath.

  “You know, it seems that you have a couple of issues here,” he spoke casually while he carried her into the bathroom. “Completing sentences and,” he paused and set her down into a bathtub full of scented bubbles. “The other is that you’re just way too dirty.”

  The warm scented water enveloped her lower body. “That’s really funny, yes. Ha, fucking ha.” She peered up at him.

  Victor shrugged his robe away from his tall form.

  “What do you think you’re—?” She stared at him as her mouth popped open.

  “Yes, I see you will definitely need help with your speech patterns.” He climbed in behind her.

  “You are not going to sit there!”

  “Oh, you prefer I sit facing you?”

  Valentine attempted to get up.

  Grabbing her hips, he tugged her back down. “This will be done nice, okay?”

  Releasing a frustrated huff, she sat rigidly stiff. “If you wanna call forcing someone to be with you nice? That’s your fucking problem!”

  Victor removed his hands from her hips.

  Now, maybe he’s getting the idea. She expelled a relieved breath.

  Victor chuckled and grabbed a breast with each hand.

  “Oh!” Valentine jumped with a start.

  Massaging and caressing them, he released a heavy sigh.

  “What are you doing?”

  Lightly pinching and tweaking her nipples with his strong fingers, he leaned closer to her wet body. “I’m gonna teach you grammar, bathing and...” He reached down between her legs and used his middle finger to flick her clit back and forth. “Manners.” His warm breath blew in her ear as he worked his fingers over her hardened nipple and her sensitive nub.

  “Manners?” A throbbing pulsed where his fingers stroked her and an odd heat spread along her skin from the warmth of his chest smoothing against her back.

  “Mmm, hmm,” he moaned to her ear while he kept a solid rhythm of fondling and tweaking.

  “You need to...” she gulped out as her body coiled with pulsing pleasure. “You need...” A weak sensation fell over her and she dropped her head back onto his shoulder.

  “Yes, we’ll work on the speech problem later,” he promised to her ear.

  Her panting breaths grew as a vigorous need rushed through her.

  “Mmm, yes, you do need some lessons and possibly a spanking.”

  “How can you do this?”

  “I don’t know,” he smirked. “It‘s just so dammed easy!” He shoved his fingers into her.

  “Oh.” She gasped loudly as they slid in easily.

  Victor plunged them in and out relentlessly, as she grew slicker with moisture. He caressed her nipples by passing his open palm over them and lowered his hot mouth to her neck.

  Valentine suppressed the urge to scream aloud and tried to control her breathing. Why don't I fight him? Her eyes closed while sensuous delight flooded her senses. Why would I?

  He removed his hands.

  Overwhelmed by the heady feeling, she fell forward into the bubbles.

  “Oh, no, little Rose, you need a good, hard pumping before I clean you up.” He lifted her hips and shoved her down on his waiting erection.

  Her torso stood straight up and her eyes popped wide open.

  Victor held her steadfast with a tight grip on her hips. “Hold still,” he growled. “If not, there will be pain,” he warned.

  She winced as his cock swelled while propelled high inside her. She could feel it grow hard and rigid as if it were a shaft of marble. Her eyes watered with the intense filling sensation.

  Gently, he raised her up, and then slid her slowly back down over his throbbing erection.

  “Unh,” she let out a helpless moan as the feel of it caressed her pussy. What a glorious feeling. She swallowed heavily. Such a sensuous caressing; I never knew it could be like this.

  He repeated the grinding motions while driving her hips up and down on his cock for several powerful strokes.

  Valentine let out a shuddering whimper.

  “Did you say something?”

  She shook her head, speech becoming impossible as she trembled from the inner stroking.

  “You want me to stop?” He raised her hips.

  As though she were stricken mute, she panted harder and shook her head.

  Victor shoved her down on him again.

  “Ahh,” the unexpected acclamation came from her throat.

  He raised her again. “Is that a yes?” he purred seductively to her ear.

  She shivered uncontrollably.

  “Tell me what you want,” he urged.

  “I can't,” she gasped out.

  Victor lifted her completely from his cock. The wonderful satisfying fullness left her, and she urgently struggled to lower herself back down.

  “No, you don't want it and I don't want to force you,” he taunted.

  “Please!” she pleaded.

  “Please what?”

  “I need it.”

  “Just tell me and you can have anything you want.” He raised his warm fingers to her nipples again, squeezing them with skillful twists.

  She grew breathless. “Fill me.”

  “Fill you?”

  She nodded her head rapidly.

  “You want me to fill you?” He grasped her hips again.

  “Yes,” she shouted with frustration. “Yes, please!”

  Victor shoved her forcefully down onto him while raising his own hips for a deeper penetration. He kept a penetrating rhythm using her hips with a directing precision to plunge her up and down over his hard erection.

  “Mmm,” she breathed out with a helpless murmur. Her body grew tense while her pussy pulsed with the building friction. The pounding s
ent helpless tremors through her as she peaked with a tightening coiling spasm.

  “Are you coming with me?” he whispered to her ear. Thrusting deeply into her, the water sloshed over the sides of the tub to the floor.

  “Yes...yes,” she gasped. “Ohh, please!” The heat of his cum flowed into her and she tensed up as she joined him with the massive swell of a soaring orgasm. She helplessly came on his cock, the sensation like a warm seeping as her body shuddered with an ecstatic wave of gratifying bliss. She expelled a long breath with the release and slumped forward.

  “Now, say thank you.”

  “Thank you.” Bubbles puffed up with her heavy breathing while her arms remained draped over the sides of the bathtub.

  “Yes, a good lesson with the bonus of good manners; a please and a thank you.” He sighed while he gazed at her limp body drooping over the side of the tub. “The bathing part now.” He sat her upright and smoothed a soft soapy sponge over her breasts.

  Valentine slumped weakly against him.

  “Tired, are we?” An amused titter vibrated from his chest

  “I never knew—” She swallowed heavily. “It could feel like...”

  “Yeah, I see we’re gonna have to have more lessons,” he teased.

  Valentine turned in the tub, took his face in her hands and kissed him with a surge of exhilaration.

  Victor gazed into her eyes and allowed her to kiss him the way she wanted.

  She pulled her face away and lowered her head.

  “What was that for?” he asked.

  “I guess it’s a thank you.” She raised her eyes to his. “For teaching me, um—manners?”

  He grinned at the etiquette premise and lifted her chin. “Do you accept it now?”

  Valentine nodded her head.

  “No more talk of me forcing and taking advantage?”

  She looped her arms around his neck. “Oh no, there may be more talk like that, but you’ll be the accuser.”

  “Are you threatening me, Miss Valentine?” He raised a challenging brow at her.

  She shook her head and unabashedly lifted her bubble-covered breasts to his face. “It can't be a threat if I act on it.”

  He licked his lips as he cupped his hands underneath her breasts and lifted them. “Mmm,” he growled low. “More tasting.” He lowered his mouth to them.