Undeniable

by Doreen Orsini

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried for what felt like hours.

  After a while, Damien loosened his grip and let out a sigh of relief when she clung to him. He drew her onto his lap and ran his fingers through her hair.

  “Forgive him, Angel,” he said. “He was still that angry little boy believing in monsters. But he’s changed these past hours. He’s come to understand us, to see us as more than unfeeling monsters. And he’s terrified you’ll never forgive him.”

  “Did he have the name I chose,” she asked, her ragged breath cutting into her words. “You remember. I told you I wanted our first son to have your father’s name.”

  Damien smiled. “Yes, my love. I insisted. And he had a happy youth, Angelina. He grew to be a good man, one you’d be proud of.”

  He cupped her cheeks in his hands and gazed intently into her eyes. “And he knew you were his mother. I had to tell him you’d died in childbirth, but I told him all about you, about how much we loved each other. Then one day he came to me and asked me to describe you while he painted.”

  “He was an artist?” Her breath hitched. “Like me?”

  He leaned over and lifted his pants from the floor, then took out his wallet. “He gave this to me. Kept a larger one for himself. I’ve carried it with me since.”

  He pressed a small portrait into her hand. Angelina gasped. It was her. Every detail. Her eyes, her nose, even the shirt she’d worn their last night together.

  “And this I had done by another artist.”

  She raised her eyes from her portrait.

  Damien stared down at the one he clasped between trembling fingers.

  “Marek?”

  He held the portrait to his heart before placing it in her outstretched palm.

  “Oh he’s beautiful!” She swiped at her tears before they could fall onto the face of her son. “He looks just like you.”

  “He had your nose.”

  “Poor thing.” She giggled. “And my father’s ears, unfortunately. I always felt, here,” she placed her hand over her heart, “that he was still alive. Sometimes I would wake up and hear a baby crying, convinced it was him. But everyone said I was just a mother refusing to admit her child was gone.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “He once told me it broke his heart that I’d lost my soul mate. He said he’d give up his own life if it could bring you back. That’s the way he was, Angelina. Always willing to sacrifice his own needs and desires for those he loved.”

  “Then he must be very happy because, in a way, he did bring me back to you, didn’t he?”

  “Forgive me, Angel. I left you with nothing.” Damien stared at the two pictures silently.

  “You stayed away because you loved me and wanted to protect me from Fentmore.” She brought his face close to hers and brushed her cheek along his. “And then you took our son because you loved him and wanted to protect him from my world. There’s nothing to forgive. Nothing.”

  This time, his lips made sweet love to hers. He kissed the tears from her lashes, her cheeks, her lips. Her nails dug into his chest.

  The years spent apart melted away. Hands instinctively caressed the most sensitive spots. Familiar tastes flowed past clinging lips. Molten heat surged through veins as the growing hunger they’d contained for three decades erupted into an undeniable force.

  Angelina’s nails scored Damien’s back, her need to get closer, closer than nature would allow obliterating her desire to be tender. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she twisted and turned, attempting to impale herself on his rock-hard erection again and again.

  Damien’s hips brushed against her nubbin as he shifted from side to side, refusing to give her what she wanted.

  She let out a cry of rage. “Damien!”

  “No,” he groaned, “I’ve waited too many years. Believed too many dreams that ended all too soon.”

  “This time I will go mad, Damien. And it will be your fault.”

  The guilt that flashed across his face immediately brought her to her senses. “Oh, Damien. I’m so sorry.” She caressed his lips with her fingers. One slid into his mouth.

  This time she would tempt him.

  She winced at the stab of pain, but the corners of her lips rose as the hard ridge pressing into her leg jumped.

  Taking her finger from his mouth just before he could taste her life’s essence, she delved into his mind. Memories of their past, of her wild tendencies, incited him. The pain in his cock escalated as his imagination took flight. She dropped back on the bed and let a drop of blood fall upon each erect nipple.

  While one hand, planted firmly on his chest, held him back, the other seemed to dance before his hungry eyes, smearing more and more blood around each nipple.

  “You’re killing me!” he growled.

  “You wanted to take it slow,” she said, then brought her finger to her mouth and licked it clean. “Want a taste?”

  He was upon her before her words left her mouth. She screamed. Heat enveloped her aching nipples, tiny pricks of pain covered her breasts. She knew she’d brought him over the edge, knew by the way he stopped himself again and again from burying his fangs into her tender breasts.

  She arched her back, driving her breasts deeper into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive peaks until they felt raw, then sucked them between his fangs. Trill after trill of pleasure had her squeezing her thighs tightly together, increasing the jolts that lodged at her apex.

  Suddenly her nipples grew cold. She lifted her head, then tossed it back onto the pillow when she saw his head move lower. The hands he wrapped around her knees trembled as he spread her legs. Again, she entered his mind.

  Damien knelt between her legs, torn. His eyes fastened on the drops of moisture on her quivering flesh, his shaft twitching in anticipation of sliding between those moist nether lips. But he knew what she anticipated, what she longed for, and he could not deny her.

  He brushed the tip of his finger along each lip, then down the center from her hot nubbin. Her pleas urged him on, begging him to devour her.

  But he was enjoying the show. The way her flesh trembled each time his fingers fluttered over it, the way her hips rose up to him whenever he withdrew his hand. What set his blood on fire, what had him bringing his mouth down to taste those sweet, sweet drops now covering her, was the way her legs spread wider when he let out a long hot breath.

  Angelina dug her hands into his hair the moment his mouth touched her. When he flicked his tongue over her clit, she whimpered. When he ran his fangs along her length, she cried out. When his hot mouth enveloped her, she let out a long, guttural groan.

  And when he pierced her and proceeded to draw her combined essences into his mouth, she screamed and tumbled deep into an abyss of sensation.

  While she was still lost in her orgasm, Damien swiftly rose up and plunged his cock between those sweet, quivering lips, feeling her internal muscles grasp and hold him firmly in place. The harder he drove into her, the higher she raised her hips. He let out a roar that sounded more animal than man, then buried his fangs deep into the neck she instinctively offered. But he did not draw her life’s essence into his mouth until he felt her much smaller fangs pierce his own neck.

  They fed on each other as his hot seed filled her both lost in the vortex of pleasure that immediately enveloped them. They continued to suckle at each other’s necks long after they floated down to earth, exchanging blood for blood until they were completely merged.

  Sebastian’s blood surged through Diana’s veins, heating every inch of her body. And as they kissed, as his tongue branded every inch of her mouth, the muscles deep within her took possession of his growing cock.

  Sebastian raised his head and gazed down into her eyes. “We are one, Diana. We’ve bonded the ancient way. Now we are truly soul mates. Do you understand? If you die, I die.”

  “And if you die, I die,” she whispered against his lips. “As it was before, Sebastian. I could have never lived in this world
without you.”

  “Say you’ll be mine, Diana. Say you’ll be my light in the endless nights ahead.” He shoved his hands beneath her and, cupping her buttocks, drove himself deeper.

  “Always, my love.” The fire in his eyes sent molten heat to the muscles drawing him deeper.

  “Mine.” He nipped her neck, then raised his head and stared into her eyes, a mischievous grin lifting his lips. “To do with as I please.”

  She grinned. “This is the twenty-first century, Sebastian. I have a say in what you do.”

  He drew back, then slammed into her. Crying out from the impact of the burning head of his cock, Diana felt her fangs shoot out.

  “So, exactly what may I do,” he asked in a sultry whisper against her mouth.

  Diana ran her hands over the muscles flexing across his shoulders and slid her tongue over his lips. When he growled, baring his fangs, she wriggled her hips. “You can fuck me the way I like it.”

  He lowered her hips, then gently lifted them up to his, giving her only half of his length. “Like that, my sweet Diana.”

  Her growl startled her.

  He chuckled wickedly. “Ah, it seems I’ve bound myself to an animal.”

  “If you don’t fuck me the way I want, you’ll see an animal.” She bared her growing fangs and brought them down onto his chest. Sebastian gasped as the tips grazed his nipples.

  “Two can play this game.” He tore her mouth from his chest and pressed her shoulders into the mattress.

  Beginning at her collarbone, he slowly kissed and nipped his way down to her breasts. She writhed beneath him, needing to incite him, to drive him mad with need. He stared at her breasts. Arching her back, she offered them up to him. “Don’t stop, Sebastian. Don’t ever stop.”

  He licked at the tiny dots of blood oozing from the spots where his fangs had just pierced her skin. She felt his cock grow deep within her when she dug her hands into his hair and held his head against her chest. He suckled greedily at one taut peak until her screams rent the air.

  When he released her breast and continued on down, she cried, begged, then let out a long guttural moan when he rose and withdrew himself from her. His tongue lazed around her quivering stomach, teasingly moved down, then swept back up to her bellybutton. Unable to bear it any longer, she reached down and shoved his shoulders until his head rested between her legs.

  “Beg me, Diana,” he ordered, his voice cracking on her name.

  “Please, Sebastian. I can’t…I can’t…oh!” Expecting more teasing, she shattered when his lips clamped over her clit and drew it into his hot wet mouth.

  Sebastian held onto her bucking hips and lapped up her juices until she’d gone as high as she thought possible, then buried his teeth into the soft flesh just inside her pussy. Diana heard a deafening roar, felt it reverberate through her body.

  He sucked relentlessly until she begged for his cock, for one taste of his blood. Rising, he slid his tongue over the holes he’d made. He nipped and licked a path up to her breasts. The tips of his fangs ever so lightly scraped over her nipple until she couldn’t take any more, weaving her fingers into his hair, dragged his head up to hers.

  “You’re driving me crazy. Please, Sebastian.”

  “Tell me how you like it, Diana.” He slid the length of his cock along her cleft.

  “You know how I like it, Sebastian. Stop torturing me,” she demanded on a ragged breath.

  “Like this?” He surged into her so forcefully she screamed.

  “Yes,” she cried, rising up to meet the next with equal force.

  Diana’s nerves exploded. Streaks of exquisite pleasure splintered out from her breasts and stomach to where his cock battered her. Nearly lost in the depths of her orgasm, she felt his hot seed burst from him and fill her.

  Flinging her head to the side, she offered up her neck and waited for the initial pain of his fangs piercing her skin, waited for the inferno that always scorched her veins when he took possession of her life’s essence. Her lungs burned and still she waited. The veins in her neck rose in anticipation and trembled when only his warm breath flowed over her skin. “Sebastian,” she pled, turning to see why he hesitated.

  Crimson tears filled his eyes. His hands caressed every inch of her body, then cupped her face. “In the hospital…I would have sold my soul to see your vein like this. Quivering, pulsing with life. I love you, Diana. I was a fool to let you go. I just…”

  Diana kissed each bloody tear that escaped. “I never doubted you’d come back to me. And I never stopped loving you, Sebastian. Never.”

  He brought her mouth to his neck. Diana buried her fangs deep into his bulging vein. As she sucked ravenously on his warm, sweet blood, the jolt of his teeth sinking into her neck threw her into another whirlpool of rapture.

  They screamed against each other’s necks, lost in the merging of their souls. One mind, one heart. Forever.

  About the Author

  Multi-published author Doreen Orsini is highly acclaimed by reviewers and fans for suspense that captivates them from the first page until the last, for haunting descriptions that bring her books to life and for intense, in-your-face erotic scenes that make readers do the “Orsini Cross Legs & Squeeze”. Between books, she entertains the members of her Yahoo fan group with her comic, kinky Breaking News posts about Orsini Fans Gone Wild.

  Determined to shock, awe and bring tears to her readers’ eyes, Doreen pens dark erotic contemporary and paranormal tales that break the traditional rules of romance. She writes constantly, losing herself in the worlds she creates and crying as she writes tragic scenes for the characters she sees as living, breathing people who eventually tell her where the story will lead and end.

  When not writing or enjoying her time with her family, Doreen spends most of her time interacting and forming friendships with her readers.

  The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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