"First, I have to tie you up, say dirty words to get your juices flowing—"
She shook her head. Her hair whistled softly around her. “I don't think you have to do that.” She took hold of his right hand and nestled it between her warm thighs. “Why not cop a feel?"
He burst out laughing but spread her thighs wider apart. She was so wet, so ready for him. Her clit was hard. He sank to his knees. “Let me worship you before I kidnap you."
He spread her legs wider yet, spread her moist folds and licked her nub. She tasted of honey and sexy female. She writhed and moaned as he laved and savoured her, slipping his tongue deep inside her pussy. She lowered herself over his face several inches. The muscles in her inner thighs tightened like bowstrings. He heard her cry out his name once before silence fell.
He'd satisfied her for a minute or two, he reflected, but he was inclined to mete out some punishment for his ex-wife. Some fun, sensual punishment.
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Brett tied up her wrists with a leather strap, settled her in the back seat of his car, threw a light wool blanket over her nudity, retrieved the toys she'd bought and drove off like a madman in search of lunatics. When he reached his house, he pulled Sierra out of the car, blanket and all, carried her into the house and up the stairs into his bedroom, determined to never let her go again.
"What are going to do to me?” she asked meekly.
"I make the rules,” he said with a curtness he hadn't intended.
"Oh, I see.” Sierra blushed as he laid her on the bed, quickly untied her wrists and then bound them to the headboard. Her wrists hung well above her head, several inches apart.
"There is no getting away from me this time,” he managed in a choked voice. He threw off the blanket. She was so beautiful, with smooth pink skin. A tiny smile of pleasure hovered on her lips.
"Are you going to use the toys I got?” she asked as he slipped off the bed and pulled off his shorts and t-shirt.
"I have my very own toys to play with,” he growled into her ear.
Her eyes narrowed speculatively. “What kind?” Her voice was breathy. Erotic.
He rose and stood close to the bed. “Let me see. I have my very own dildo.” She giggled, but her eyes lit up with appreciation. “I have my own nipple clamps.” He leaned over and lightly pinched both nipples at once. “And let me see. I have any kind of champagne my captive would care for."
He knew she didn't know a great deal about champagne. “Later, I'll pour a delicate white over your breasts, onto your stomach and into your pubic curls so the bubbly flows down to your pussy.” His cock pulsed harder at the sensual thought.
She wet her lips. “Why not now?"
He shrugged. “You shouldn't be asking any questions. Captives of vampires usually don't."
She persisted. “Why not now?"
"Because I'm really hard up."
She laughed with delight again. “That bad, huh?"
"Very.” He straddled her, enjoying the sensation of control, enjoying his rough skin against her petal soft skin. Lowering his head, he sucked her nipples, each in turn while he played his right hand between her legs and into the soft spot that waited for him. He'd hardly touched her clit and slid three fingers into her vagina when her hips bucked. She twisted her neck from side to side and moaned.
"Take your fingers out now. Put your cock in my pussy,” she demanded breathlessly.
"I'm the boss."
"Oh, if you say so.” Her lips formed a pout.
Brett removed his fingers and settled the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. “Do you want me?"
She nodded.
"Tell me what I want to hear."
She sucked in a breath and batted her eyelids. “Oh, I don't know—"
He entered her roughly, pressed against her G-spot until she cried out again and again. “Now tell me."
She gazed straight into his eyes. “I love you?"
"Again.” He thrust in and out now, ruthless, sure of her reaction.
"I love you."
"Again."
"Brett—"
"Again, Sierra. I never want you to think I'm going to desert you like all those other men did."
"I love you."
"Good.” Her breasts, soft globes under the dim light, shook with each plunge into her, withdrawing and repeating until she begged him to stop.
"No. I'm the boss. Can you handle that, Sier?"
"Can you handle me loving you for all eternity?"
He stopped his mad race to a finish line that would never come. Not as long as he had her in his life. “What do you mean?” Fear gripped his heart. “What did you do?"
A tense hush fell over the bedroom. Brett heard the crickets chirping outside. And his heart drummed far too loud. “How can you love me for all eternity?” he demanded.
"You always assumed I was unlike you."
Her pulse raced under his body. He couldn't believe his ears. “You're ... like me?"
Time stood still. The crescent moon hung over the edge of the mountain ready to slip away as the dawn ushered in a new day.
She nodded. “Not until a few days ago. I—” She seemed reluctant to tell him. Took a deep breath and began again. “I can't live without you. The other night I knew I had to do something. I didn't want to lose you."
Relief, coloured with apprehension, flooded him. “This isn't one of your games, is it?” he questioned.
She shook her head. “Not this time. You didn't know, but one day after we were married, your friend, Jimmy, dropped by while you were out. He told me about how he'd fallen in love with a mortal woman, and when he lost her, forever, he determined he wouldn't let it happen to others who wanted to be like us. I refused.” She hesitated. “At the time. But he'd left his number of a friend who could reach him, if needed. I called the friend. I asked to be made like this."
Brett breathed in deep, although his mind couldn't quite grasp what Sierra had so unwillingly told him. Furious with himself, and with her for hiding who she was, he continued his mad thrusting, until his anger shattered, drawn taut by his frenzied lovemaking. He howled into the night as his orgasm tore through him. He had never wanted Sierra to be what he was, but now that the deed was irrevocably done, he had no choice but to accept her action. And love her.
He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. “Why didn't you tell me?"
She shrugged, snapped her hands free of the straps. “I had a choice to make. Do I spend this life without you or do I become what you are? I decided to be much like you."
He drew her to him. She straddled his hips. “Do you know what kind of recriminations I went through because I wanted to give you only the best and I didn't know how to do that if you were human?"
"If I lived a shorter period of time than you?"
"That too.” Why hadn't he fit the pieces of Sierra together before this?
"Can we move on with our lives now?"
"Towards eternity?"
Sierra kissed his lips and there was no need to say more. Eternity was a long time but with the woman who would soon be his wife again, he had no doubt that eternity wouldn't be long enough for all the love they had for each other.
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Aurora Rose Lynn, a bestselling erotica author, lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and conure. She enjoys writing romance with a sensual twist but first and foremost, her stories must be about love. When she isn't writing romance, she writes young adult and fantasy stories under a pen name.
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