The Love of Her Death

by Luna Carrol

  "Who's stopping you?"

  She gritted her teeth. He had a way of upsetting her like no other man ever had. She closed her eyes and jerked the door open.

  A bathroom! She looked back at Colin. His chuckle made her enter the bathroom and slam the door behind her.

  Chapter Twelve

  She opened the door to leave the bathroom and saw Colin sitting up in the bed waiting for her. One corner of his mouth tilted up in a smile just as one brow rose.

  His shirt was gone, as were his socks. Good lord, he was just as dreamy without a shirt as Jay had been. Actually, Colin was more so. No tattoo but what man needed that when it would only distract from those impressive bulges serving as arms.

  She tilted her nose up and looked away as she walked to her chair.

  "Careful, someone may think you're more than just middle class.” Great. Sarcastic references to Ivan now.

  "Not funny, Colin.” She sat down. “And you knew that reminding me of that incident would be hurtful."

  He inhaled sharply and sat on the edge of the bed. “I shouldn't have let you leave with him."

  Yeah. Wait a minute. He knew what kind of person Ivan had been, yet he allowed me to go with him. She plopped down in her chair. “Why did you?"

  He stood and walked to her. The tiniest amount of hair began just below his navel and tapered lower into the unbuttoned top button of his slacks. Holy cow! What am I looking at? She turned her head away.

  He cupped her chin and turned her face back around to look at him. “I listened. I wouldn't have allowed him to hurt you even if you had been unable to call for me."

  "Colin?"

  His eyes weren't that dark right now. A golden brown color circled his pupil. Hypnotic. His chest moved slowly as he breathed steadily. This was no monster.

  "Yes?"

  "Why won't you let me leave this room?"

  He remained silent.

  "The truth, Colin. Tell me what to think of you. You claim to have no feelings, but you offer me your protection."

  His jaw twitched. She was getting used to that. It usually followed after she asked a difficult question of him.

  He took her arm and pulled her up to stand beside him. “Tell me again."

  She stood crushed to his chest and looking at his lips. Good place to be if she wasn't terrified of him. Her fingers fanned out on his chest as the image of Peter's death flashed through her mind again. He could kill her just like he had Peter. She should say anything that he wanted to hear, but the words were so slow in coming.

  "Tell me, Donnice."

  "Why do you want to hear it so bad?” She was breathless.

  His hand held her chin still as he brushed his lips over hers. “Let's say I'm still confused."

  She tried to pull back. “Colin..."

  "Say it, Donnice."

  She couldn't fight it. If his scent didn't make her want him, then the hope of feeling that mustache prickle certain parts of her body would. “I wanted you the moment I first saw you."

  He growled deep in his chest and lifted her into his arms. “I'm going to regret this."

  The rush of Colin sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the bed caused Donnes to gasp. “Colin?"

  He lowered her to the bed. “I will not stop this time, Donnice."

  She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, released it, and swallowed. “Colin, I'm not so sure that this is a good idea."

  "I know it's not.” He lowered his mouth over hers again.

  His skin felt smooth and tight under her hands. Each of his muscles twisted below the skin as he covered her body. His tongue delved deep into her mouth as if purposely preventing her from asking the questions running through her mind.

  Those wonderfully strong hands slid below her shoulders, pressing flat on the bed below her. With the leverage of his hands, he used each kiss to encourage her chin to rise higher for deeper kisses. His kisses pulled her breath from her, leaving a cloudy mind in their wake. Only the desire he fueled remained.

  His mouth left hers. Kissing, nibbling, he made his way down to her neck. “Tell me more about the things that turn you on."

  His teeth lightly clamped on her neck and caused her to open her eyes.

  "Things?"

  "You spoke of vampires, what else?"

  "Men who know what they like and can make decisions."

  He chuckled. “Every man makes decisions."

  "You'd be surprised. There are decisive men, and then there are men who need decisions made for them."

  "You want me to be that type of man for you?” His kisses were gentle and lulled her into closing her eyes once more.

  "Yes."

  "Talk to me, Donnice. Tell me when I do something that you like."

  Oh, she could almost handle that. She couldn't talk like Cowboy, but she could talk about some things. She wanted to tell him all the things she had ever dreamt of doing. Colin would fit perfectly in all of her dreams.

  "Why are strong men sexy to you?"

  "They're always men in charge. Vampires, for example, they're always portrayed as someone that the women couldn't resist even if they wanted to."

  He rolled over onto his side and pulled her on top of him.

  Smiling down at him, she stared into his eyes. “Their eyes are compelling, transfixing their victims."

  He smiled without showing his teeth. His once golden brown eyes darkened to a deep almost black color.

  She touched his chest and followed the path of his goatee. It prickled beneath her fingers and felt as manly as she knew it would. Yes. She knew she was going to like the way it felt.

  "Go on."

  "I fantasize about men like that. Men who can make a woman do anything but are noble enough not to make them."

  "Noble?” He chuckled. “Tonight I'll be that man, but you have to be willing to overlook the noble part. I don't think that you really want a man who would stop when you start begging."

  "You're so certain that I'm going to beg.” She grinned as she slid her fingers over his chest. She couldn't get enough of touching him.

  "Positive.” He kissed her fingers while staring into her eyes.

  She moaned. “I think I'm ready to start begging."

  She lowered her mouth to his. His scent filled her nose and mouth. Tasting him, kissing him, she knew then that no one could make her hunger like Colin did.

  His hands pulled her dress higher while guiding her knees to rest on either side of his thighs. The cool air kissed newly revealed flesh as his hands gripped her flesh.

  Lifting her head, she licked her lips to taste him again. “Vampires make it possible to do whatever you want and not feel guilty. They aren't limited to conventional thinking and morals."

  His hands ran beneath her skirts and rested on her naked ass. Since Ivan destroyed her panties, she removed the tattered edges in the bathroom, leaving on the hose and garter belt.

  "You're no longer limited, Donnice.” His hands spread to cover as much of her rounded flesh as they could. Strange, they were warm now, not cool at all. “As far as I know, I'm the only type of vampire in existence."

  That image, that horrible image of him killing Peter came to mind again. What was she doing with this creature? Part of her mind told her to stop this and run.

  His lip twitched as if he was going to smile. “Stand up, Donnice."

  "What?” She hesitated. Everything was so comfortable now. Shit. Why did she have to think about something as terrible as Peter's death? Now, she couldn't focus.

  His right hand lowered between her legs and reached her parted and wet slit. His eyes closed as he inserted a finger.

  Donnice lowered her head to his chest and raised her ass to give him better access.

  "I want you to remove your dress,” he whispered close to her ear.

  She nodded. “But it feels so good."

  "I'll make you feel better."

  She groaned. “Promise?"

  "Do as I want, Donnice."

 
She smiled. It wasn't hard to imagine him as a vampire. She would do anything for him now. Actually, she felt as if she had to do whatever he wanted.

  "You're sexier than any vampire I've ever seen, Colin."

  "Met that many, have you?” He chuckled. “Take your dress off slowly for me."

  Easing off of him, she sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him. Looking back playfully over her shoulder, she reached up and began loosening the laces of the dress.

  As the opening dress revealed her skin, Colin ran a finger across her back until reaching her corset. Tiny shivers followed in the wake of his finger.

  "I was afraid you wouldn't wear it again.” His eyes remained on the constricting material.

  "I almost didn't."

  "Stand and remove your dress while I watch."

  She stood and pulled the dress over her head. Her corset, hooped skirt, hose, and shoes made her feel completely dressed anyway.

  Colin sat up. “Remove that thing.” He pointed to the slip.

  Donnes laughed. “If I remove the slip, I'll feel naked. I don't have any panties on with my hose."

  His brows rose. “Good. Take it off. I want you to feel naked."

  Humiliation. She had actually heard of that being a turn on but never really wanted to feel it. Standing in front of that heated gaze...

  She lowered her eyes as she untied the skirt from behind. As the string relaxed around her waist, the slip fell, leaving her in an outfit resembling those in a lingerie store but with no panties between the garters. Her hands crossed before her womanly center.

  She watched Colin's eyes lower and rise once more. The slight smile on his lips did more to embarrass her than it did to ease her nerves. “Turn around for me."

  She moved as slow as she could. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him looking at her ass and the garters pulled tightly over it.

  "Bend over."

  "Excuse me?” She deliberately raised her eyebrows.

  "I'm telling you what I want. Are you asking because you don't understand or don't want to do it?"

  Oh, she got it. He was being decisive. She smiled and faced away from him. She bent over slightly, her heels bringing her ass even higher.

  "More."

  Inhaling slowly to calm her twisting stomach nerves, she grabbed her knees and bent over farther.

  "Spread them."

  She inched her feet farther apart.

  "Slide your fingers between your legs for me. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you."

  She bit her lower lip and slid her middle finger between her thighs. Touching her pussy, she closed her eyes knowing that he watched everything she was doing.

  "Colin?"

  "Shh. I'm watching.” He moved on the bed. She heard him. “Spread your pussy lips wider."

  Using her forefinger and ring finger, she spread her labia and laid her middle finger down flat.

  "Grind it."

  Her cheeks inflamed. She couldn't possibly do that. “I can't, Colin."

  "Do it."

  Rotating her hips she ground her hand for him. Slowly at first but as it began feeling better and better, she grew faster. She forgot her embarrassment the more she did it.

  "Moan, Donnice. I want to know if you like what you're doing."

  She moaned but kept her lower lips between her teeth to stifle the sound.

  His hands on her ass shocked her into stopping. “Don't stop."

  She began rotating once more.

  His hands guided her. Movement behind her said that he was no longer on the bed. His breath, so warm and moist, hit her wet snatch.

  Just like Cowboy, he was watching her. Completely unashamed of what he was doing. His tongue slipped in on top of her finger. He moaned as he licked and tongue fucked her.

  Now, completely unashamed of what she did to his face, her legs moved freely. Her moans grew louder as her release drew so close.

  Colin stood and held her in the bent position. Pulling her ass closer, he moved her up and down over the length of his cock. Even through his pants, she could feel the length and thickness of what he planned to bury in her.

  He walked backward and stopped just before the bed. Dropping his pants, he sat on the edge. “Turn around and face me, Donnice."

  She lowered her eyes and turned to face him. Heat traveled over her cheeks.

  Colin's hand tugged gently on hers. “How can you still be shy, Donnice?"

  She walked closer to him. “There's something about the way you look at me."

  "Are my eyes transfixing?"

  She smiled as she heard his joke, but when she looked up, she saw that he wasn't exaggerating. She couldn't look away. Deliciously dark and absolutely forbidden, his eyes were compelling. “What is it about you?"

  "I'm unlike anyone you've ever met. That's all there is to it really."

  "No.” She shook her head. “I mean you are, but there's something more to it."

  "Are you afraid of me?” He kissed the underside of her wrist. His tongue licking the soft flesh drove her to moving her back in a twist of sweet agony. Her eyes nearly closed.

  "Are you?” His eyes grew even darker as he lowered his lashes. The hint of a smile said that he knew she was.

  "A ... A little."

  "Good.” He smiled. “Then, you'll do as I say.” One arched brow cocked, almost daring her to say otherwise.

  She licked her lips. She grew wet just looking at those eyes. If he wanted her submissive, that's what she would be. There was nothing easier than allowing someone else to pleasure you. Just letting him do whatever he wanted was so easy.

  His hand slid between her thighs and parted her slit. Pulling her close, Donnes heard him inhale deeply.

  "It made me so angry to see Ivan looking at this.” His thumb flicked her clit.

  She remained still from the waist up while leaning over his head and stroking his hair. So smooth, his hair glided through her fingers. It smelled as if he had just washed it.

  "Yet, when Marie licked it, I could barely stand the pressure from my cock."

  She moved her feet wider, leaning on him more. His deep voice, husky now, created shivers of desire in her. That wonderful hand touched her button in a way that drove her to near madness.

  "You're so warm now, Colin."

  He pressed his thumb harder against her clit. “Get wetter for me. Relax."

  She didn't know exactly how to relax anymore than she was. She couldn't be anything but relaxed in his arms. She wanted to lie down and open herself for him.

  He sensed her hesitation. “Move your hips for me, Donnice. Push your pussy against my hand."

  As she rotated her hips, her knees began to weaken. The moan that issued forth from her own throat shocked her but added to her new sense of relaxation.

  "That's it. Ride it. Being told what to do means having no ability to decide for yourself. Is that really what you want?"

  She did if Colin gave the commands. As long as he told her what to do, she couldn't do anything wrong. As long as she allowed him to do what he wanted, they both got what they wanted. Complete satisfaction.

  Her hands lowered to his shoulder. God, those shoulders were strong. His muscles rolled beneath her fingers, and his voice had to be the sexiest thing she ever heard. He didn't have to say the things that Cowboy did; it was how he said what he did. Just that husky tone did it for her.

  "Lower yourself, Donnice."

  She moaned even more as she spread her legs and lowered her open snatch even more, grinding and riding his hand. His thumb pushed against her erect clit as the tips of his fingers threatened to enter her. Yes. She wanted it so badly now.

  Sticking two fingers into her sheath, he forced her to grip his shoulders even tighter for balance.

  "Please, Colin.” Begging felt so right now.

  "Please what? Beg me. Tell me exactly what you want."

  "Please...” She rocked involuntarily now on his fingers, striving for that release that her body so hungrily sou
ght.

  "No.” He eased his fingers out of her and slipped them into his mouth.

  "No?"

  "Not yet.” He stood and kissed her.

  The taste of her own juice mingled with the taste of his mouth. Musky and heady, she kissed him deeper.

  His hands brushed her stomach as he caused his briefs to fall to the floor. As they dropped, he ended their kiss. He smiled his wicked grin and sat back down on the bed.

  "Do you like the way you taste?"

  Why did that embarrass her? It seemed so outrageous to like the taste of her own pussy. Shouldn't it be just plain gross?

  "Yes.” Such a soft whisper made it easier to admit to.

  "Then, see if you like the taste of me, too.” He leaned back, forcing his cock to stand proud before her. “Being submissive means I get to decide what and when."

  She started to bend over him. He told the truth. If she wanted him to make all the decisions, she would have to wait until he was ready to satisfy her. Maybe he meant to teach her something, but she didn't care. The idea of prolonging the need sounded too good now.

  "Wait.” He made her stand long enough to force the top of her corset below her breasts. The straining mounds pushed up and over the restricting garment.

  As she lowered herself, Colin palmed both of her breasts, one in each hand. She wrapped her mouth around his shaft.

  "No, Donnice. Lick it first. Get it extra wet and let me see your mouth and eyes."

  Doing as he ordered, she licked the underside of his cock. The veins were small ridges on the silken flesh pulled tightly around the huge member. Circumcised, the head formed a flared tip. Talk about masculine scents. Nothing smelled like his cock. It was both delicious and different. Her tongue teased the juncture of the head along the bottom.

  "Open your eyes to me, Donnice. I must see them. You know what they say about eyes and the window to the soul."

  He said that on purpose, she knew it. He wanted her to feel nervous. She did as he asked. Watching him, she took long licks and actually enjoyed knowing that he watched her. Fear and lust made her want him all the more.

  He shifted his hips to push his cock up higher and guided her hands to hold him just right at the base. Seemingly tight skin moved like velvet beneath her hands.

  Exhilaration flooded her at the thought of holding his pleasure in her hands. Sucking him in deeply brought such an intense look of pleasure from him that it bordered a look of pain.