Pain pierced through the sensual haze that had gripped her to that point. Tempted to force him deeper, one last shred of conscience caused her to hesitate.
Rene had been nothing but kind. Twice he’d risked his life to rescue her. How could she take away his choice in this most intimate act?
Although her body protested, growing rigid with denial, she withdrew her teeth from his neck and lapped to stem the flow of blood from the tiny wounds, finding that they closed quickly under the glide of her tongue. Skimming her tongue across the tips of her teeth, she felt them retract, like a cat’s claws within their sheathes.
Rene pushed up on his arms and glared down. The fury banked in his eyes made her shiver with the first frissons of fear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not knowing how to explain what she’d done. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut up.” His jaws clenched tight, and his body trembled.
Tears filled her eyes, blurring the features of his face. “It was too strong—the need—I couldn’t help it.”
“Just shut up!” he ground out. He didn’t press inside her any further, just held himself perfectly still, grinding his teeth with the effort.
But he didn’t withdraw his cock.
That little fact took a couple of seconds to register. She kept silent, not wanting to anger him further, letting him take the time to decide for himself which way this would end.
“What the fuck did you do to me? I can’t stop.” His forehead fell against hers. “I’m so damn hard for you. I’m gonna hurt you, chère.”
She shook her head, but bit her lip afraid to speak, and removed her hands from his shoulders, lowering them to the pillow beside her head. This was his decision—his alone. If he found the strength to fight the same overpowering urge to mate that she felt, she’d lose her chance to be with him.
His gaze dropped from her face to sweep over her breasts and lower to where their bodies joined. His nostrils flared and his jaw tensed. His whole body shuddered. “Damn you.”
Then he withdrew—a slow slide that had her clenching inner muscles around him to hold him inside—all the way until only the head of his cock remained between her swollen lips.
Natalie held her breath, waiting, hoping—dying as every second ticked by. Her body quivered, anticipating, aching to be filled.
Rene closed his eyes, his jaws grinding closed, again. Another shudder rippled through him, vibrating the blunt crown poised at her entrance.
Her sex relaxed then clasped around him, emitting a succulent sound that embarrassed her.
“Ah, God,” he groaned and adjusted his hands, one at a time on the mattress. “I can’t stop. I can’t—” He slid back inside with a firm flex of his buttocks—this time a smooth, easy glide.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she cried out. She was soaking wet, oozing a creamy invitation.
His cock lapped and twisted in it, tunneling side to side, stretching her to take his girth.
Natalie’s bottom quivered as she held herself high to take his strokes.
Rene twisted gently, rotating his hips, holding back, but unable to withdraw. His tight, rigid features reflected the helpless urge gripping her own body to finish the act.
When next he butted against the proof of her innocence, he opened his eyes. Searing heat and regret intermingled in the hard glare he leveled on her. He lowered his chest and bracing on one arm, reached beneath her to cup one buttock, pressing down with his hips to wordlessly urge her to the mattress.
Then tucking his face in the corner of her neck, he rocked against her, going only so deep. “Put your legs around my waist,” he rasped.
Natalie awkwardly clasped his slim waist with her legs, hooking her ankles behind him. She found the movement angled her hips to ease his sliding movements, and she sighed.
Her arms closed around his shoulders, and she hugged him tight, resting her cheek against his sweat-slick skin.
Once, twice, he stroked inward, tapping her hymen. “Ready?”
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Fuck me,” he groaned and rammed forward, pushing hard against it.
The stubborn membrane guarding her womb relented, tearing away, allowing him to slide deeper until his cock filled her to bursting.
Natalie gasped. The pain wasn’t great, just a stinging sensation that subsided as he continued to glide inside her. However, the girth of his cock stretched her tight channel as he pushed himself deeper and deeper, his strokes coming faster now and sharper.
His breath gusted against her neck, and the muscles along his back and shoulders bunched. The tension building in her core matched the strength of the thrusts he levered his hips to deliver. He lifted his head above hers, staring into her face. His expression was angry and strained at the same time. As he worked, stoking a fiery friction between them, his cheeks reddened, and sweat broke on his forehead and upper lip.
Faster, harder—both their chests jerked as their breaths hitched and gasped. Then the coil of desire, the one he’d taught her to recognize, curled inside her belly, tighter and tighter.
She sobbed and ground her hips against him to take him deeper still. “Jesus, harder, Rene! Please,” she keened.
With his hands planted on the mattress, he lifted his upper body to give himself greater leverage and powered into her pussy, the force of his strokes driving breath from her lungs.
Hips braced high, she welcomed the slap of balls against the crease of her ass and the friction burning her pussy as he hammered faster and harder.
At last, Natalie shattered, crying out as a dark wave crested over her.
Rene spilled liquid fire into her womb, pumping to bathe her inner channel with his release. “Merde!” he muttered, pounding a fist into the bed even as his hips continued to rock. His forehead fell to the pillow beside her.
Natalie panted like a cat, the ripples gripping her channel slowing as the trembling in her thighs increased. She eased her legs to the mattress.
“Shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Not what she’d wanted to hear, but then again she hadn’t exactly expected a profession of love, either. She’d pretty much forced him to have sex with her.
But he’d taken her virginity—a rather traumatic event for her, and part of her resented the fact that all he could think about was protocol and his partner’s warning glances.
She sighed—the sense of connection broken—and pushed against his chest. “Get off.”
“Get out” was what she meant. She needed privacy to regroup and pretend she wasn’t different somehow. She’d forced him to fuck her. Damn near raped him.
And what about the bite? What the hell had that been about? Even now, her gums itched and her teeth ached.
Rene’s body stiffened and he reared back. His face hardened and his eyebrows drew together in a fierce frown. “What the fuck did you do to me? I couldn’t have stopped if a hurricane took the roof off mid stroke!”
She shook her head, unable to explain. What had felt powerful and natural moments before felt tarnished by the naked fury in his glare. “I’m sorry, Rene,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes for a moment and drew a deep breath that flared his nostrils. “Shit!” His hips lunged again, delivering a last shallow thrust.
“I couldn’t help it. I swear, I didn’t mean to push you so far.” Liar! She’d wanted it all. Even now her pussy clenched around him.
A deep shudder shook his shoulders and belly. “I knew better.” When he looked at her again, his hard gaze softened a little. “I’m sorry Natalie. I’m not handlin’ this like a gentleman.” He breathed deeply, settling on top of her, and brushed her hair off her damp forehead. His gaze searched hers. “You don’t even know, do you?”
She didn’t like the regret twisting his lips. Guilt rose inside her, and with it, an acidic anger—all aimed at herself. “What? That you’re a jerk?” she lashed back while trying to keep at bay the tears burning the backs of her eyes.
“That you’re a vampire.”
“A what?” She almost laughed—except what he said felt right at a very elemental level.
“That bite. You drank blood. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that means you’re a vampire. Chessa would know.” He sucked in another deep breath and sighed. “It’s why she warned me.”
“All these changes I’ve been going through—they meant something? Like I’m becoming some kind of monster?”
“I don’t see Cheech as a monster,” he said softly. “She’s pretty human. Bad tempered, grumpy—a helluva good partner.” He sighed. “She’s gonna have my ass when she gets here. I wasn’t supposed to touch you. I’m thinkin’ I should have kept my distance so I didn’t tempt you.”
She snorted, trying to keep things light when she was shaking inside. “You think you’re so irresistible?”
“To you…yeah. I’m a walking blood bank. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. You’re the innocent one in all this.”
His eagerness to accept all the blame angered her. For a few moments there, she’d been the one in control—she wasn’t about to let him take that from her. “I bit you. Made you…come inside me. How innocent does that make me?”
“I’m a grown man. I know better. I fucked your virginity all to hell.”
She couldn’t help the pout that pushed out her lower lip. “That’s a lovely way of putting it.”
The smile lifting the corners of his lips was self-deriding but tender, and warmed her to her toes. “You were amazin’.”
She’d wanted praise, she realized. Her body flowered again—shocking her with the intensity of her renewed need. “Since we’ve already passed the point of no return…”
He shook his head, regret pursing his lips. “I won’t compound the damage. I’m sure there’s some sort of consequence I’m already gonna pay.”
Still, he hadn’t pulled away. His cock was stuffed deep inside her.
Her pussy tightened around him, and she bit her lip to hold back a moan. She smoothed her hands from his shoulders to his hard buttocks, pressing to bring him closer. “You make it sound like…being with me is wrong.”
His cock pulsed inside her. “Neither of us has the full scoop.” He drew in a ragged breath. “We should wait for someone to answer our questions.”
“I don’t have any, right now. Can’t think, actually.” She tightened her legs around him and squeezed inner muscles she hadn’t known she had. “You feel incredible,” she gasped.
“Jesus, don’t do that.” His cock stirred deep inside her. “So do you—feel incredible, that is. Hot, wet.” He sucked in a deep breath as she gave him another squeeze. “God. We have to stop.”
She offered him a small smile. “I think someone’s got other ideas.”
A smile lifted one side of his mouth. “Yeah, he’s calling me all kinds of fool. But it’s not happenin’.”
“You said that before and look where we are,” she drawled, feeling more confident by the second.
“Yeah, I did.” His chest expanded around another deep breath, and he looked away. Finally, he withdrew and rolled onto his back, placing his forearm over his eyes. “I should check the messages. See if Chessa’s on her way.”
Natalie didn’t like his tone—all back to business. Does he really think he can shut me out that easily? She leaned over him, braced on one elbow to rake his body with her gaze. His cock lay against his thigh, glistening still from their combined juices. It didn’t look so intimidating now his passion was spent, but it was still fascinating.
She trailed her fingers along his length, causing him to twitch.
“Don’t even think it,” he growled.
“You got to explore. Isn’t it my turn?”
His cock twitched again, evidently agreeable to the idea.
“He doesn’t follow orders well, does he?” she said, this time stroking his length with her palm.
“A mind of his own.” His hand reached down to nudge hers away and cover himself. “Play with something else. God, I’m tired.”
“Liar,” she murmured. “But there’s so much territory to cover.” His broad, hairy chest seemed a great second choice. She combed her fingers through the hairs, tugging occasionally to make sure he wasn’t really falling asleep. Although curling, his hair was surprisingly soft.
The hard muscle stretching beneath his warm skin was every bit as fascinating. Curved, steely strength. She’d felt the power he leashed when he’d picked her off the bench and held her close as he ran to the squad car.
All that strength belonged to her now. She just had to convince him of what she knew instinctively.
His breasts were so different from hers—his nipples not so. The texture of the disks was soft like suede beneath her fingertips, the centers tipped by tiny erect points.
She wondered if his were as sensitive and responsive to the flicker of a tongue. Leaning over him, she stuck out her tongue and touched it.
Breath hissed between his teeth, but he didn’t protest.
Encouragement enough.
Remembering how good it had felt, she closed her mouth around his little nipple and sucked delicately, all the while smoothing the flat of her tongue on the tip.
“Natalie,” he breathed. His fingers threaded through her hair. “You have to stop.”
“Make me.”
Rene pulled her hair, but the stubborn woman bit his nipple. Not hard enough to puncture, but she definitely got his attention.
His cock stirred against his thigh, and he realized with an almost overwhelming sense of doom that it was recovering faster than he’d ever known it capable of doing.
With each lazy lap of her tongue, a sharp, electric tug tightened his groin. His balls quivered and heat poured into his cock, filling it beneath the hand still poised to guard it from her explorations.
This shouldn’t be happening. He’d been warned. His gut told him he’d already made one monumental mistake. Chessa would have his ass for sure, but he was convinced her anger wouldn’t be the worst of the fallout from his moment of weakness.
Natalie shifted on the mattress, catching him unaware. Her knees nudged between his legs and he automatically shoved them apart, giving her space to kneel between.
Their positions reversed this time, his mind reeled as sexy, innocent little Natalie plied his flesh with her tongue, licking him ravenously—nipple to sternum, then on to the other throbbing nipple—her own swaying breasts searing his belly with licks of fire each time she leaned close.
The hand he used to shield himself wrapped around his cock, and he found himself gripping it hard to work the sex-slick skin slowly up and down the steely shaft. Again, he couldn’t fight the arousal singeing every synapse.
When he scraped her inner thighs with the tip of his cock, he groaned and angled it straight at her core. Any thought of resistance his mind had harbored was swept away with a lust hotter than anything he’d ever felt before.
He had to fuck her again. Drive deep into her. Cram past her tight inner muscles to feel them squeeze around him and drench his skin with her cream. Sweet Jesus! It had to be now.
He gripped her hips and flexed upward to impale her, but she laughed and rose higher, escaping his straining cock.
“Not yet. I told you it’s my turn.” She slid down his body, pausing to push both plump breasts around his erection—the softest glove he’d ever worn.
The sight appeared to fascinate her almost as much as him because she stared as she squeezed and bobbed, playing peekaboo with his cock. “Must be a million ways to fuck,” she said softly, then looked up at him.
How had he ever thought he could resist her? Her eyes shone bright in the lamplight, and her lips were wet and swollen. His cock peeked again from between her breasts, and he groaned. “Virgin-girl, you gotta nasty mouth.”
“I like the act. The word feels…powerful.”
On her lips, it certainly was. He flexed his hips and fucked his cock between her breasts, desperat
e now to be enveloped in her heat.
On an upward stroke, her breath brushed the swollen head of his dick. On the next, her tongue glazed it with moisture.
Shuddering, he closed his eyes and stroked again, accepting her control of his arousal and hoping she wouldn’t torture him long.
Her breasts fell away from the sides of his cock, and before he had a moment to regret the loss, her mouth swallowed him, her hands clutching his shaft as she murmured around his sex—sucking, licking, her head bobbing down and up, engulfing him in heat then abandoning him to the cool air with each sexy glide.
Not much finesse, but she was learning quickly what drove him nuts. Her fingers cupping and rolling his balls had him beyond speech in seconds. The hard suction of her lips had him groaning and straining to cram deep into her throat. He gripped her hair to pull her farther down his cock, but she scraped her teeth along his length in warning.
He needed more, and at the rate of her exploration his balls would be blue before she let him come. He caught her hands and wrapped them around the base of his cock and pushed them up and down, twisting slightly, showing her how he liked to be jerked off.
Natalie hummed her approval and came off his cock. “Will you think I’m a wimp…” she said, gasping for breath, “if I tell you I can’t do this much longer?”
He powered his hips off the bed, sliding his dick inside her circling palms. “Jaws tired?”
“My pussy aches.”
A snort of laughter caught him by surprise. “Have you ever said that word out loud?”
She grinned. “Not once in my life—in this context.”
He gave her a teasing smile. “Still wanna be in charge?”
“Please?” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, the two elongated fangs looking wicked yet innocent at the same time.
His cock twitched. “Then you fuck me.” He grabbed the notches of her slim hips and helped her climb over him.
She spread her legs wide around his hips, her cunt lips leaving a slick trail along his shaft.
“Put me inside you,” he said, his voice thick and harsh.
Her hands reached between her legs and grasped his cock, sliding the head between her wet folds. She gasped.
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