The heat from his breath moved over my breast. His tongue flicked my nipple delicately while I screamed, grasping the covers, ripping them from the bed. My breast ached with need for his touch as he continued licking tenderly. The pain mixing with pleasure poured over me as he nibbled gently, teeth scraping my skin, sending flames deep inside. Kissing every cut and bruise, Siön Baptiste circled his tongue over my skin. Every nibble triggered my womanhood to squeeze his fingers, tensing tighter until pleasurable explosions slammed my body. He pressed his lips against the curve of my upper thigh, following a path to the inside. Here he hesitated briefly and then licked me in long luxurious strokes. He covered the folds between my legs with his mouth, sucking and teasing with his tongue, pushing and probing with his fingers. His free hand glided up my leg, under my hips, pushing me into him as I screamed in pleasure. The feeling swept over my body, every cell stirring in luxurious bliss. The orgasm pushed me over the edge as I seized Siön Baptiste’s arm, digging my nails into him. He only drew me nearer, eating me while I pulsated.
"You taste as wonderful as you look," he purred in delight as he licked the wet juice, savoring every last drop. "I have searched an eternity for someone like you, Samantha." His voice rolled in my mind, sending me plummeting into an abyss of satisfaction.
He glanced up from between my legs, obviously pleased with my enjoyment and lifted himself over my body, pressing his shaft into my now swollen readied area. The tip of his penis pressed against my opening. Pushing his hips gradually forward, he slid within me. He filled my body completely as I captured his mouth, tangling my tongue with his as he thrust inside. His long legs ground into me as his strong arms held me close. My body clenched around him, pulsing with the heat of his long shaft. His need floated over me and I saw the erotic images of his desires in my thoughts. His hair was spilling softly against my face as we made love. With every penetrating thrust, I cried out. He inserted his shaft in me wholly and I could not hold back the howl of pleasure and pain. The size of his hard shaft overflowed against the walls of my opening. He pulled out softly only to slam into me harder, more fervent. His thrusts came more rapid as his eyes, swirled with need, locking on me. Butterflies swam in my stomach, clenching my lower body. He held me in his arms, cradling my head, as I savored the sensation of him totally embedded to my core. The strength of his power filled me and we became one. The room glowed as our auras mingled together, while our hearts beat in concert. I felt his pleasure as he inserted and removed himself over and over. A warm tantalizing sensation moved up and down his legs causing me to scream above the beat of our hearts. He could feel me tighten around his throbbing shaft and he cried out again.
"I can… feel you…," I gasped, as his energy pulsed in my body.
"And I you, my sweet," he groaned, as he continued to pump me repeatedly. My body tensed as a mind-blowing orgasm vibrated through my body. He stopped moving as my sheath closed around him, squeezing his shaft. A shudder ran through his body as he stared in my eyes. "Our souls are connected." His breathing was rapid as he spoke.
"Don’t stop," I begged grabbing his firm ass, pushing him deeper until his tip reached the heart of my womanhood.
His hips thrust forward in a hypnotic rhythm. "My sweet, I never want to stop." He bent down kissing me, white lightning spreading through my veins. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
The scent of his hair and our lovemaking drove me over the edge. I slashed my nails over his back digging into his flesh. Our bodies tightened in anticipation as he began to quicken his pace, ready to release his seed. With one last push of his shaft, he emptied his hot burning liquid. I constricted around him as he continued to discharge into my womb while our bodies writhed in ecstasy.
"Beau l’orage." His accent was low and sensual launching a new wave of heat and pleasure to assault my body.
I was lost in his gaze, falling under the spell of his sensuality and hunger. Staring at me with those swirling lustful eyes, his breath caressed my face, warming me to the bone. He leaned into me, his shaft still deeply embedded in my sheath and whispered, "I love you. That is why." His head fell onto my breasts. The aroma of his hair drifted over me as he wrapped his arms around my body. We stayed lost in the moment for several minutes before he slowly removed himself from my body. Moving his hips in a slow circular motion he sent a new wave of pleasure cascading all around me.
"Oh God, don’t do that. You’re killing me with pleasure." I could barely speak, my breath was coming in shallow gasps.
"Do what?" He chuckled against my breast, the vibrations sending another wave of spine tingling electricity through me. Shifting his hips, he was already hard and ready for more.
Making love to Siön Baptiste was too addictive. I needed to bask in his light, power and love. Siön Baptiste held me in his arms as we drifted blissfully off to sleep. His last words before I slept. "I love you, Samantha Houston."
Chapter 18
I woke to Siön Baptiste draped around me mumbling softly in French. I hardly knew anything about him and yet felt so drawn to him. How old was he? Was French his native tongue? I suddenly wanted to know everything about him and his life. A million questions were floating around in my head. His words while we made love still made my heart flutter. "’I love you. That is why.’" Words that troubled me in my sleep. He loved me, I smiled content to be held in his arms.
I watched while he nuzzled up to my waist. He’d hogged the bed and covers while we slept. He was the most arrogant, wonderful man I had ever met. The attraction between us was dangerously close to nuclear. I stared for several minutes, watching him breathe peacefully. His hair tickled my stomach while his warm breath caressed my skin, immediately creating a burning desire to have him. I wanted this man like no other and it terrified me. Straining to see the alarm clock on the end table, I tried not to wake him. It was 3:30 in the morning. We had only been sleeping for a few hours.
The last couple of days were a blur. From the moment, Siön Baptiste walked into my life it had been turned upside down. I flipped back to see if he was still asleep and realized he was wide-awake, staring at me with a sexy grin on his face. His eyes were dark with desire as he kissed my stomach, gently licking it in a slow sensual motion. My body reacted instantly, tensing, smoldering with need. I wanted him as much as he needed me. We had a similar past wrought with pain and anguish and in just two short days built a strong connection that was getting stronger by the minute. He smiled, sliding his hands up my waist, stalking closer. He sashayed his mouth over my waist onto my breast, brushing his tongue tenderly over my taut nipple. I held the bed while my body jerked under his touch. He left my breast only to move to my neck. Hugging his arms around me, he kissed my neck. I could feel the pressure of his fangs moving along my skin. His naked body felt so natural against mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he maneuvered his shaft over my opening. I tasted his desire burning within him.
"Something is wrong," I managed to whisper. "I can feel your desire. I know you want to feed. How is that possible?" I asked.
"Too many questions this early in the morning, beau l’orage." He chuckled, smiling against my throat. "Is knowing how I feel a bad thing?" The onslaught of caresses didn’t stop and the power between us triggered a groan of desire as he entered my body. "I can feel your need, my love. I can taste it." I stopped thinking rationally and felt him let go of himself as he sank his teeth into my neck. White heat lightning coursed through my veins as he thrust inside. He was happy; something in my head told me he wanted to drink my sweet tasting blood forever.
I longed for him to take me, all of me. With one smooth motion, he rolled onto his back dragging me with him still totally entrenched. I cried out as the movement pushed me further onto his hips, raising me over him.
Siön Baptiste panicked, as his pleasure consumed him. He was afraid to take too much blood. He released his hold on my neck. I could taste my own blood on his tongue.
"What’s going on?" I asked aga
in.
He couldn’t speak, he was basking in the sweet delight of my blood. My heart quickened at the sight of him underneath me, embedded deep inside. I lifted myself over him, slipping up and down on his slick shaft. His hands guided my hip, slamming me into him. He was rock hard and long and pain never felt so good. His eyes were swirling deep and dark. He held me with his arms, caressing my back. His hunger was still there and created a hunger of my own. I desired to taste his blood. I leaned into him, our naked bodies entwined, and kissed his neck. I felt his pulse quicken as my tongue stroked him. Something was opening inside of me, a craving I had never felt before. I wanted to taste him, feel his warm blood slide down my throat. I felt his craving and it filled me as he propelled his shaft forward more rapidly.
His voice was husky and low. "Do not take my blood," he ordered. "You do not know what you are doing."
I could barely hear his voice over the sound of our hearts beating together and our thrashing bodies. My teeth teased at pulse over his neck. I bit down on him and he grabbed my hair, holding me to him. "Don’t Samantha." I knew he wanted me to taste him. I felt his need. I bit harder, the ravenous thirst devouring me as I consumed his life force, swallowing it greedily. He cried out, his legs and body encouraged my assault. With every movement he made, I dug my teeth deeper, swallowing more of his sweetness. My body was on fire, explosion after explosion of sheer ecstasy pulsated inside me.
"Stop, Samantha!" he cried, his seed exploding, filling me with warm fluid. He was pushing me away as I tried to keep my position on his neck. "Stop!" he screamed and rolled me over, landing firmly on top. I immediately released my hold. The pressure of his body caused me to shake uncontrollably. My loss of control excited him and I knew it.
"What have you done?" His eyes filled with tears, as I laughed, drunk on his power.
"I want more." My voice was quivering.
He held me down, pushing my arms to my side. "What have you done?"
I laughed again. "Why do you keep repeating yourself?" I couldn’t stop giggling. I was intoxicated on his blood.
An intense energy crept through me. "More," I begged.
Everything got quiet. I saw Siön Baptiste’s mouth moving and heard no sound. He was shaking me and it hurt. My whole body shuddered from the agony I was now feeling. He kissed me but I felt nothing. He continued opening my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth and slow warmth streamed over my body. I could hear his heartbeat and feel the tears running down my face. He released my mouth, his eyes filled with alarm. I raised my arm up to his face and he kissed my palm.
The door flew open, crashing to the floor. Three men walked in, holding shotguns. One man aimed his gun at us and shot. Siön Baptiste fell off me, landing on the bed beside me. Blood poured from the huge wound in his chest. He grabbed my hand, holding on as the men came to my side. I covered my face with my free hand expecting to die. The man who’d shot Siön Baptiste put his arms around my body and picked me up. Another man stood above Siön Baptiste, weapon aimed at his heart.
I tried to hold onto Siön Baptiste’s hand but the man who held me was too strong. I was very tired and weak, unable to fight back. I sensed Siön Baptiste’s weakness as my own. He was dying. "NO!" I screamed.
He released my hand, tears running down his face. "I love you. I always will." His lips never moved, but I could hear him in my head. We had formed a connection, a bond and I was aware of his pain. The man who held me walked out of the room and the second man followed. The third man stayed behind. The person holding me jumped into the back of a van. As they shut the door, I heard another gunshot.
"Let me go," I cried out, trying to free myself from his iron grip. I hit the man in the chest but he didn’t flinch. Everything grew cold and dark as Siön Baptiste slipped away.
He had long brown hair with ice blue eyes. He was a big man well over six foot and burly. His arms were strong and with every slap to his chest, he held me tighter. I started shivering, my body blazing with pain. I jerked away from the man, but it wasn’t my strength that released me but a power flooding over the dark van.
The man slanted forward, knocking on the front van wall. A bald headed man opened a small window and asked. "What’s up, Ty?"
The man who held me whispered, "She’s sick."
The bald man hollered, "What the hell, I thought you said you got her before she turned."
I peered around the van trying to find a weapon. There was nothing but a mattress. A voice made me jump.
"Ma’am, promise me you will behave and I will release you." My kidnapper smiled sweetly down at me.
I nodded and he set me on the mattress. I was still shivering and as soon as he released me, my body began to shake violently. My muscles clenched and twisted in pain. I was in so much pain, it even hurt to cry. "No!" I cried out as my fist hit the man in the stomach. That actually felt good!
He doubled over and I scooted away from him. He started to laugh. "Oh you’re a wild one, alright." He scooted to the front of the van, opening the small window. "Daniel, we need to go," he ordered.
When the van started moving, I threw myself at the door kicking it with my feet. "Let me out. What did you do to Siön Baptiste?" I screamed.
The man launched towards me in a blur of speed. "I am sorry I have to do this." Needle in hand, he held my arm. I struggled to push him back, but he seized my waist swinging me around. My back tucked into his chest as his hands held me in place. He then wrapped his legs around mine while his jeans rubbed against my naked body. "I am really sorry."
A painful stinging sensation shot threw my arm. The pain moved up my arm and through my whole body followed by the sweet relief of darkness. I relaxed in the man's arms.
Chapter 19
Sevastian was walking towards me, dressed in black.
Before he had a chance to say anything I asked, "Is this a dream?"
He nodded, holding out his hand. His eyes were filled with tears as he stopped in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders, pulling me into him. Whispering in my ear, he said, "Samantha, I am sorry. Siön Baptiste…" He stopped. "I sense your pain. Our bond is not as strong but I still feel him in you." Then he moved my face to his. "You have joined us." He was searching for a reaction, for an emotion and I had none left to give.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You’re in danger."
"I don’t care. Do you know where Siön Baptiste is? They shot him. THEY SHOT HIM," I screamed, angry at my inability to help him.
"Use your power, your anger against them." He tried to smile but the fear in his eyes was too great.
"What power?"
He pulled my head to his chest. "You drank Siön Baptiste’s blood. You are one. The cycle of change begins. It will be painful. You need a lot of sleep and blood."
I tried to see his face but he held me tightly. "What cycle? What are you talking about?" The tears streamed along my face.
"You will become a Vampire." He sighed. "You are as the prophecy predicts. The third heart I heard in our line. A third beats now."
"What the hell are you talking about? Can’t anyone talk normal to me? Riddles nothing but riddles, Sevastian." I could smell lilacs and turned my head against his chest to see we were in the all-familiar garden. The smell was intoxicating, relaxing me, and giving me a false hope of safety. "What third heart?" My head was spinning trying to figure out what was happening to me.
"Your child," he said.
Chapter 20
I woke up smelling lilacs. This was one big nightmare and as soon as I opened my eyes, everything would be fine. Opening one eye and then another, I tried to adjust my blurred vision. Only flecks of light and color phased in and out making me dizzy. I closed my eyes trying to regain balance and heard voices. Why did I hear voices? Whose voices?
"Ty, she is changing, it’s too late," a man whispered.
"No, it’s not too late until I tell you it is. We are not going to kill a woman just to please your clan, Adeem."
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sp; "You are weak! Remember our agreement and your family," Adeem warned.
The voices quieted down as I tried to shift my aching body. I cried out as my eyes and memory cleared. "Siön Baptiste!"
"I told you to tie her down," Adeem’s voice bellowed through the room.
Ty came running over and knelt by the bed. He held my hands down with one of his. "Calm down." His voice soothed my aching body.
"What’s going on?" I coughed. "I think I’m going to be sick." He released my hands and snatched a trash can, helping me to lean over the bed. I threw up, my body heaved violently with every gut wrenching spasm.
My muscles burned, aching with intense agony. It felt as if I was being broken in two. I curled back into the bed while Ty pulled the covers over me. I glared at both men. Reality set in, Siön Baptiste was dead, and it was their fault. Hatred and anger filled me and the pain diminished, replaced by only thoughts of revenge.
Ty watched me eagerly, trying to read my expression and then turned to Adeem. "She will not die by my hands or yours."
Both men faced each other. They were equally frightening in size and hostility. Ty had to be 6’4" and Adeem only an inch shorter. Ty had long brown hair with ice blue eyes while Adeem was bald. They were both built like body builders and wore blue jeans and white t-shirts. Ty had a petite nose and his chin was square. He was a looker and those ice blue eyes were enough to drive a woman nuts. Except me, I only wanted to kill him. Cut his bloody heart out. I hated him!
He glanced in my direction as if he read my mind and I covered my face avoiding his gaze. "I can feel your hate, little one. It is I who saved you," he stated, confidently.
I peeked back over the covers and noticed Adeem leaning into Ty, whispering. I strained to hear but only heard mumbling.
Adeem nodded his head. "Agreed, but it must be tonight."
Ty shook his head. "She is in no condition to drift tonight."
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