by V. A. Dold
“Please, Etie. You’re killing me,” she begged.
Etienne smiled as he hovered over the neglected breast. He blew across the sensitized nipple. Smiling when it puckered further.
Willa growled.
Still, he made her wait, licking the soft skin around the tip, nipping and kissing everywhere except where she wanted his mouth. With each pass stopping short of the aching bud.
“Etienne,” she warned in an angry tone.
“You want my obedience, and yet you continue to defy me? You cannot have it both ways, my love.”
She gave him a firm squeeze in retaliation. He laughed and nipped her hard. When she squeaked in pain, he suckled the offended nipple until she squirmed again.
He both loved and hated that she challenged him. Her thumb continued to run lazy circles around his broad crown while her fist gripped him deliciously. But that meant she remained half-clothed. Unacceptable. With one swift move, he dropped his hands to her jeans and ripped the denim and panties from her body.
Willa squeaked. Then her blue eyes darkened with excitement. “That was totally hot.”
He nipped her full bottom lip playfully and removed her hand from his erection. Then he drew back her bedding, sending Shadow running for cover, and scooped Willa into his arms.
“Etie! Put me down.”
He sucked on her lower lip to quiet her protests. Setting a knee on the bed, he lowered her to the sheets and followed her down.
Willa retained her hold on him with her hands around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers.
He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, angled her head for better access, and took command of the kiss. He coupled his tongue seductively with hers in a primal dance of love. Plunging then retreating, curling, and caressing.
Her hands roamed down his back to his ass and kneaded him like a cat. His hands were just as busy. He kissed his way across her jaw, down her neck, then farther.
He latched onto her right nipple with his lips, drawing it into his mouth for another taste. Willa stabbed her fingers into his hair and arched into his seeking mouth.
She loved the way his long soft hair whispered over her skin. All of his amazing hair was like a second pair of hands on her body. She watched as his mouth moved over her breasts, suckling, scraping with his teeth, soothing with his tongue. Small strawberries appeared in the wake of his marauding mouth.
His mouth was hot and wet and felt oh so good. He blew a warm breath across her nipples. The sensation was surprisingly arousing. Her breasts tingled in anticipation of more.
Then he rubbed his face against her tender flesh, a half days growth of beard raising a blush under her tan. When he took her nipple into his mouth and hummed deep in his throat, the vibration shot straight to her core, and she almost came.
She gasped. Cried out. “Oh! I like that.” She squirmed and whimpered, wanting more.
He flattened her hard peak against the roof of his mouth. “Hmmm.”
“Oh, that. Do more of that.” Etienne played her body like a maestro. Willa couldn’t take her eyes from the sight of him feasting on her breasts. She thought she might die if he didn’t allow her to orgasm soon. His mouth kept moving, following the path she wanted him to take, but much too slowly.
He was driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
Etienne shifted his body, widened her thighs with his knee and settled between her legs. She wiggled her wet core against his hard length and exhaled a throaty moan.
“Mmm, I love your passionate nature,” he murmured around her hard nub that he held between his teeth. “Moan for me again, baby.”
He suckled her hard and growled when she complied. She arched off the bed and writhed underneath him, rubbing her body against his.
He worshiped her breasts with his teeth, tongue, and lips before kissing his way down her belly.
Etienne adjusted his position and laid flat out on the mattress, his head between her legs, spreading them wide. His eyes locked on hers as he trailed his fingertips up her calves to her inner thighs, her legs quivering beneath his touch.
She reached for him, tunneled her fingers into his hair, and tried to push him where she wanted him.
“Easy, kisba,” he chuckled, his voice guttural with need. “We do not want to rush our first time. You will have at least one wild release before I initiate the exchange.”
“That isn’t going to happen if you don’t do something,” she protested as she lifted her weeping core higher.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. His cock jerked hard when her womanly scent filled his nose. He opened his eyes and smiled, knowing she would see his desire glowing in their depths. “I am going to devour you, push your need so high, you will beg for me to make love to you. Show me where you want my mouth,” he growled.
Willa gripped his hair again and urged him to lower his head. Pushing him to exactly where he wanted to be.
His tongue swept over her folds, tasting her, lapping up her honey. Her taste burst through his senses, heightening his need to a roar in his ears. She writhed, cried out, her legs wrapping him up as her fingers dug into his scalp.
He licked her entrance, then stabbed his tongue deep before retreating to suckle the tiny bundle of nerves that begged for his attention.
He repeated the action until she was whimpering for more. “Tell me what you want, my love. Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Damn it, Etie!”
“Has anyone ever told you that you do not play well with others?”
She growled at him.
“I can see I will have to teach you how to play. We will work on that.” He flickered his tongue over her clit, and then suckled it hard as he pushed one finger deep.
Willa nearly bucked off the bed. She grabbed the sheets with tight fists, opening her legs wider, and thrust in time with his fingers. Etienne wrapped one arm over her hips to hold her down. His woman was a wildcat in bed. He liked that.
He added a second finger and curled them to rub the patch of nerves inside her channel.
“Oh, God. That’s it. Right there,” Willa cried out.
Her muscles tightened on his fingers and began to contract. She bucked and strained, but he held her fast, fingers of one hand gripping her hip while she convulsed around the others thrusting deep inside her.
He felt her body tense as her climax rushed through her. He latched onto her clit and closed his teeth around it. Willa screamed his name as she ripped the sheet from top to bottom.
As her orgasm began to ebb, he sank his fangs into her inner thigh. Willa screamed again. Her body shook and bucked as a second orgasm crashed through her.
Her flavor hit him like a runaway freight train. His head swam, and he felt slightly dizzy. He had never tasted anything so sweet and spicy. Her power and gifts surrounded him in a warm cocoon. He mentally shook himself and gathered his wits about him. He took four strong pulls, then licked the tiny punctures closed with long, slow, swirling sweeps.
Etienne prowled up Willa’s quivering body and rolled them so he could pull her into his arms. He pressed her head to his shoulder and stroked her hair. “Take all the time you need before you take the first exchange.”
“Holy crap. You could have warned me.”
He chuckled. “What is the fun in that?”
She swatted his chest weakly and then laughed along with him. “Who knew a bad boy was lurking under your stuffy designer suit?”
“There is a reason they say never judge a book by its cover.”
“You certainly proved that to be true.” She took a deep, slightly shaky breath and propped herself up on her forearm. She waggled her brows and glanced at his erection. “I get to bite you now.”
Chapter Eight
Etienne cocked one brow and gave her a wicked grin. “My inner thigh, kisba. If you put your mouth on me, I will come, and then I will not be able to make love to you until I recover. That is
unacceptable.”
Willa gave him her best pout. At least, she tried to. She hoped she didn’t look ridiculous. She wiggled out from under his arm and crawled to the end of the bed. Eyeing his cock, she licked her lips.
“Willamina,” he warned.
“Fine. Ruin all my fun,” she huffed teasingly. “So how do I do this?”
He lengthened his index fingernail to a razor-sharp edge and made a small cut for her. The blood welled instantly and trickled down his leg to the sheet. “Take four strong pulls. Then I will close the wound.”
She took a deep, calming breath and leaned in to do as she was instructed. She expected Etie’s blood to taste like iron, but the flavor shocked her. He was sweet and robust, like a rich red wine. She could get into this. Power she had come to recognize as Etie, surged through her body. Sparks crackled and fizzled over her skin. Small explosions, like fireworks lit up the room. Something clicked into place and she felt whole, connected to another living being like never before.
“That is enough, my love. If you take too much, you will be sick.”
She swept her tongue across the wound even though she didn’t have the healing properties in her saliva and sat back on her heels.
Etienne licked his finger, pulling a bit of saliva from his mouth and ran the finger over the cut. In a blink of the eye, the wound was gone. She leaned in again and licked him clean of any remaining blood, then crawled back up to his chest.
Etienne lifted her chin to claim her lips. His hands slid down her back in a sweeping caress. “I had every intention of giving you a few minutes to come to terms with what you just did, but I am not that strong. I need you, Willa,” he whispered against her parted lips.
“Thank God.” Willa rolled to her back more than ready to make love to the man she had come to love in such a shockingly short period of time. Karen had told her the insta-love was a vampire soulmate thing. If she didn’t know that she would have worried about her sanity.
He kissed his way down her body for the second time. Willa parted her thighs and wiggled her hips enticingly. Satisfaction filled her when Etie hissed out a breath and licked his lips with a low, sexy moan.
Etienne braced himself over her, teasing her with slow glides over her most sensitive area, nudging against the entrance of her hot, wet center. He gazed into her eyes, watching her like a predator, while he rubbed against her heat, taunting her, teasing her, drawing out the moment.
She strained against him, lifting her hips in an effort to take him inside. “Etienne, don’t make me hurt you,” she warned.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he demanded as he pulled one of her thighs into place. His playtime had pushed them both to their limits. If he didn’t bury himself in her lush body soon, he would lose his mind.
“Yes, sir.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, making a show of rubbing her hard nipples against his chest, then locked her ankles behind his back.
“Vixen,” he growled with a grin. He fisted his cock and guided himself to her slick, wet entrance. Then with an animalistic snarl, he thrust forward all the way to the hilt. “Mine!”
Pleasure exploded through him, as scorching wet silk gripped him. Willa gasped and held very still. That worried him. She was not a passive woman. “Did I hurt you?”
“Just a little. I haven’t had sex in a while. Okay, three years, but who’s counting. Give me a second, okay?”
He leaned down and trailed soft kisses up her neck to her lips. Apologizing with his actions.
“Okay. I’m good,” she breathed out when he let her come up for air.
Etienne pushed himself up and locked his elbows. The sight of their bodies joined, made his heart sing with joy. He was making love to his true soulmate.
“You feel like heaven, Willa.”
“If you don’t start moving, you will feel a lot more than that,” she hissed between her teeth.
He chuckled at her false threats as he pulled back and slid home again. “Open your eyes, muierimei,” he commanded through clenched teeth. “Know who is making love to you.”
Willa’s lids fluttered open. Her passion-filled sapphire eyes telling him what he needed to know. He was a demanding lover. He knew that. Thank the goddess above, she liked what he was doing. She enjoyed the way he gave her pleasure.
“That’s it, my love. Keep your eyes on mine. Tell me what you like.”
Her eyes went dark, the pupils fully dilated. Never taking his gaze from hers, his hips rocked forward while hers thrust up to meet him.
Her sheath was velvet and heat. She pulsed and tightened around him, gripping him tightly with every slide in and out. Almost too tight. Concerningly so. “You’re tighter than I expected. Are you all right, Willa? Am I hurting you?”
“No, you feel incredible. Although you’re moving way too slow.” Then she gave him a wicked grin. “You haven’t seen tight.”
Her muscles tightened further, nearly causing him to prematurely come. “Stop that or I will spank your beautiful bottom.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased and squeezed him again.
“Is that right?” He gripped her hips and thrust hard and deep. Pumping hard and fast. All the while, watching her face for signs of pain or distress. Not his woman. She met him thrust for thrust. Giving as good as he gave.
Her moans and mewls of pleasure were tantamount to an accelerant thrown on the flames of his passion. Her nails dug into his forearms, the tiny bites of pain shooting straight to his groin. The slap of their bodies coming together added to the symphony of their lovemaking. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs and his balls pulled up tight in readiness.
Willa’s soft sounds drove him to the edge of madness. He pistoned into her like a machine, pushing her higher. With each thrust, he drove her closer to the edge of the precipice.
“Etie. Oh, God, Etie,” she cried.
The room fell away. There was nothing but Willa with her perfect body and beautiful soul.
Etienne was an erotic, wet dream come to life. Every line and angle of his face cut deep with passion. His silver eyes glowed almost white with his intensity. She was a willing captive, held by his gaze and desires.
No man had ever given her so much pleasure. He pushed her to the limit and rose to the challenge when she demanded more. He was driving her insane while at the same time supplying everything she needed. She had never experienced anything like that before. And she liked it. No, loved it. Etie was a freaking sex god, and he was all hers.
She felt every inch of him as he pushed deeper and harder. They were skin to skin. He was buried to the hilt, deeper than any man had ever penetrated. It was perfect.
She gasped for air. Her lungs burned. Her body writhed for release. Their lovemaking was animalistic. Glorious. A little terrifying. Everything she’d ever dreamed of.
“Give yourself to me, muierimei. I want all of you.”
His voice was guttural. Husky. Dripping with desire. His gaze drifted possessively over her face. His expression sent shivers through her body. He was… ravenous. Insatiable.
Challenge accepted.
Etie leaned forward and drew one of her legs to his shoulder, and to her shock, pushed deeper. She was surprised he wasn’t tickling her tonsils. Still, he didn’t slow or ease off.
“Etie!” She lifted her hips to meet each fierce, magnificent thrust. He filled her fantastically. They fit perfectly.
His breath puffed across her heated skin in labored gasps. His forehead was pressed into the pillow beside her head. Then she felt his hand slide between their bodies and he thumbed her clit. Her world exploded. White spots flashed behind her eyelids. The orgasm hit her like a hurricane. Her fangs shot from her gums. Before she knew what she was doing, she bit the side of his neck. Hard.
Willa’s bite caught him off guard. “Fuck!”
Hot jets of seed exploded from him like a volcano erupting. His fangs punched from his gums. His hips jerked and slammed into her. Thunder crashed in his mind, and his
eyesight faded to black. His entire body felt like it exploded into tiny pieces and then flew back together again.
She held him like a tight fist, squeezing him like a vise, milking every drop from his body until he felt like a dried-up husk. He had never come so hard. Not ever.
It took all of his control to not bite her back. No. He wouldn’t do the second exchange yet. She needed to think it over and be sure before they took their mating to the next level. Sucking in a stuttering breath, he forced his fangs to recede.
Etienne wedged a finger between his neck and Willa’s mouth, forcing her to break the suction. “Lick the bite closed, my love.”
He felt her tongue swirl over his skin in seductive circles. “Did I do such a poor job of loving you that you are still ready for more?”
“Honey, if you did your job any better I would need a walker to get to the bathroom.”
He lifted his head to look her in the eye. “I will take that as a compliment.”
“You should. Etie, you’re the best lover I have ever had,” she panted.
He scowled at her “I am the best lover you will ever have. From tonight forward, you only have one man.”
Willa chuckled. “You’ve got that right. You ruined me for all mankind.”
Etienne nipped her earlobe playfully. “Right answer.” He rolled onto his side and took Willa with him, keeping their bodies joined.
She laid her head on his chest and snuggled close. “Nice move, sugar buns.”
As he kissed the top of her head, he noted with satisfaction that she was still out of breath.
He swatted her butt, then rubbed soothing circles over the spot. “What did I tell you about calling me ridiculous names?”
“I have no idea of what you speak,” she denied. After a pause, she whispered, “You yelled a swear word, vampman.”
He squeezed her until she squealed. “What do you expect when my balls are so tight, they are in my throat, and you bite me? You blew off the top of my head!” His hand flew to his hair and patted around. “Do I have a bald spot?”
Willa busted out laughing. “Bald spot? Really?”