Beneath the Shadows of Evil... Treasured

by Jolynn Raymond

  He walked to the large bed and lay her down ever so gently in the center, noting with satisfaction the way she naturally spread her legs just a bit, welcoming what was to come, and kept her arms from hiding herself. In her own mind, the darkness cloaked her; it protected her and covered her shame in a veil of blackness.

  He quickly divested himself of his breeches and boots, then crawled upon the bed, one knee making the mattress move, then the other, as he crept closer, and still she didn’t move, didn’t cover herself, didn’t shy away, and be it from duty or trust, he wouldn’t dispute the pleasure her lack of action gave him.

  He laid beside her, propped on one arm, taking in her exquisite form, the shine in her eyes that was clear as day to him, the roundness of her breasts and hips, the valley between her parted thighs that was so inviting, and then reached out his hand and began to gently caress her.

  She jumped at first at his feather light stroking, so tender, so sensual, so unlike her husband who had taken her before him. There was no pawing, no forcing apart of her thighs, no instant mounting and harsh thrusting, and after just a moment, Natalya let herself relax under Lucian’s experienced touch.

  He felt her begin to melt; to finally let her tense muscles go as his hands continued to stroke Natalya’s silky skin. Up and down, fluttery light then practiced pressure in all the right places until the scent of her womanhood filled the air with the unmistakable sign of her desire. He added light kisses to the mix and heard a tiny whispered sigh, one which was let out with abandon, then cut off abruptly as she clamped her lips shut. Good girls didn’t feel pleasure. Good girls hated the marriage act. She was a good girl wasn’t she? Wasn’t she? Oh but what he was doing felt so good.

  Up and down, stroking, teasing, fingers gliding over sensitive skin, leaving a fiery trail of desire in their wake; and causing a flame of undeniable passion to spark deep in her core. Lucian moved to the foot of the bed, kneeling for a moment to gaze at her though she couldn’t know it in her cloak of darkness, and felt himself harden even more at the sight of his beautiful mate. She was perfection in all ways. Fire and sweetness, pureness and passion, and she was his, or soon would be, for life.

  He grasped her ankles just as he had done in his dream, spreading her legs a bit wider, and felt her stiffen just a bit. Not wanting this response at all, he began to gently stroke her calves, fingers dancing, teasing, even tickling the bottom of her feet then sliding upwards over her perfect ankles and legs.

  Natalya tried to hold still, tried to ignore the pleasure he was instilling. It had flown for an instant when he’d opened her thighs, certain the passionate play of his hands and lips had come to an end and it was time for the mounting and thrusting that all men desired, but Lucian proved her wrong yet again, and now the pleasure was once more taking over. His hands were insistent but not demanding. Drawing her in, making her aware of nothing but his touch, banishing the old taboo rules and driving away the moralistic teachings of her girlhood.

  Touching, stroking, up her legs and down, over and over his fingers and palms went, making her tingle and yearn, making her want to open up for him. When he once again added his talented lips to the mix she thought she might die. Little nibbles, licks and kisses designed to shatter the walls of uncertainty placed just so on her calves and thighs, and when those very lips placed kisses along the inner recesses she couldn’t silence the moan that once more rose from her lips.

  Lucian was holding her firmly now, his hands gripping her hips as he nibbled and licked and suckled the tender skin on her inner thighs, wanting so badly to partake in the heady ambrosia he knew he would find dampening her womanhood, but he held back. So many things to teach her, so many ways to show her how pleasurable lovemaking could be, but tonight wasn’t the time. If he did too much, if he shocked her sensibilities, she would feel like a whore when all was said and done, and the waves of pleasure were but a memory tinged with the guilt of her mother’s admonishing words.

  He breathed deeply, savoring the scent of her desire, the pulled his head away to place a flurry of kisses upon her hips and belly. She rose up to greet them, wild abandon setting in, unable to help herself, the beliefs she had clung to, the very ones reinforced by Danior’s hasty and unpleasant rutting flew from her mind as her new lover, her perfect mate, made her body come alive.

  Lucian sensed the change in Natalya at once, their mixed blood raced through his veins even as it burned through hers. He lay between her spayed legs, paying homage to her belly, fingers strumming her hips as his mouth placed kiss after kiss across her silky smooth skin of her stomach and then made little nips circling her navel, he shifted, going higher still until he was almost to her breasts, and began to lap at her directly under her delicious peaks, skimming his tongue beneath them, then darting in to tease the extremely sensitive flesh on the underside of each magnificent breast. As he moved his body, his hands rose as well, reluctantly leaving her hips in pursuit of sweeter things.

  Lucian moved so he laid upon her, his hard straining cock nudging her inner thigh, but he didn’t move to enter her, even though she opened wider to accommodate him as she had been taught to do. No, he had other things in mind before taking her completely. He wanted her to be more than ready. He wanted his fiery Gypsy to crave him, to need him, to have such mad passion flowing through her that her past ideologies would never dare to enter her mind as he took her to the incredible heights of ecstasy.

  Natalya moved again, subtlety, inviting him, telling him she knew what her duty was, but Lucian rose up a bit and gazed down at her, seeing in her eyes a hint of despair, knowing that even though she felt incredible pleasure already, that she still thought it was all about to come crashing to an end.

  “Not yet, my love. We will join but only when I chase away the last of your demons. Trust me, sweet and I shall show you how it should be between a man and a woman.”

  Natalya closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. He had never lied to her, ever, and he did seem as if he wanted her to respond. His touch, his kisses, his whispered words, they were all designed to seduce her, to pleasure her, why if not to teach her? Surely he wouldn’t gaze upon her as a whore come dawn if he was so intent on making her feel things now. Lucian wouldn’t trick her like that, wouldn’t shame her.

  She opened her lips to tell him of her trust, but instead of whispered words, another moan of pleasure escaped her lips as his mouth fastened upon one nipple and began to suckle. His hard, unyielding body was pressing her down into the bed, his maleness was poised to plunder, his hands were stroking, igniting, and his mouth, oh how his mouth was making her body sing.

  Back and forth those talented lips went even as he cradled her breasts with his hands. When he ceased to suckle and nibble at one little bud, he used his fingers to tease and gently pinch it, rubbing his thumb over it time and again until she cried out at the all of the wonderful sensations filing her, rising up, pressing herself into him, arching her back and wrapping her arms around his neck to hold his head to her breast. This was heaven, surely it was, and a creature with no soul was giving it to her.

  “Lucian...” His name was a harsh cry, a startled ripping of the words from deep inside her as one of his hands dipped between their bodies and his fingers parted the lips of her womanhood. She had never been touched here. Never, but oh how the slick fingers rubbing over her sex felt. He gathered her dew and began to make circles around her nubbin, teasing, igniting, and stirring a never known passion even hotter as it burned in her core. He strummed her clit with his thumb, making it swell with need and pleasure even as she shuddered beneath him.

  “You are surely evil. What have you done to me?”

  His throaty laughter gave her even more tingling on the nipple he was ravishing with his mouth and she moaned, the fire inside her building to a crescendo unlike anything she’d ever experience.

  “What I have done, my sweet, is show you how your body can feel when a man, a true man, takes the time to give pleasure. You are my wild Gypsy
and I wish for all of your fire to burn beneath my touch.”

  “But... tis wrong. Lucian...”

  His hand became more insistent, thumb rubbing her nub in a blur of motion, causing her to twist beneath him even as he slipped one finger deep into her velvety core. The heat of her was incredible and he knew at once that to have her, to take her, would be unlike anything he’d ever known and that he would have to be careful to control his own passions or he’d end up losing control like an untried lad just like he’d done in his wet dream.

  “Tis not wrong; tis right, very right. Our blood is mingled. It burns in your veins as it does in mine. It makes us feel Natalya, makes us need. Tell me this is wrong.... Tell me.”

  His mouth descended on her breast even as his finger began to pump in and out of her slick passage in time to the movement of his thumb over her clit, forcing a cry from deep inside her. The sound did nothing to make him stop. There was no need. It was a cry of desire, a cry of wild abandon, a cry of need, not that of despair, and Lucian knew it was finally time. Time to take, to have, to make his.

  Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck, pressing him down even as she arched up to him, but Lucian needed to move, he had to have her, now. He rose up on his knees just a bit and she sighed at the loss of contact, and then he reached up and took each wrist in his hands and raised them over her head. Natalya made a sound of displeasure and Lucian smiled. It seemed the timid lass was disappearing and his wild Gypsy was about to take control.

  Moving once more, he covered her body with his even as he held her wrists about her head and moved his hips back and forth, teasing them both as his manhood rubbed against her stomach, then he drew back pausing as the tip of his cock nestled in the blazing heat of her opening, waiting for a few precious seconds, savoring what was to come. This was no dream, there was no hard mattress beneath him; this was his Natalya. Silky, soft, and blazing with fire, and she was all his.

  He pushed forward, entering her completely in one thrust. She was no virginal maid, her body was well prepared and they were both dancing on the edge of ecstasy. He thrust to the hilt and they both cried out at the completeness of their joining. It was right, so right, and had been a long time coming, and it felt oh so very exquisite.

  Lucian took in huge gulps of air to fight off the need to explode deep in her core here and now. She was perfect, her molten core and velvety glove that nearly squeezed everything from him in that first split second, but he held back and took slow deep breaths.

  Natalya lay still for a moment, the feelings spiraling through her so very different even though the act had just begun. Lucian felt so right, his manhood pulsed deep inside her and it wasn’t horrid or unpleasant. She wanted this, more than wanted, she need it, craved it, and wiggled her hips beneath him knowing innately that something wondrous was just beyond her grasp.

  The movement of her hips and the little sighs of pleasure coming from her lips were enough to push him into action. He couldn’t take her sweet and slow. Not this time, their bodies had been denied each other for far too long. Her felt her in his veins already, and the thought that soon her blood would flow over his tongue even as the walls of her womanhood spasmed around him drove Lucian into a near frenzy. Letting go of her wrists, pleased that she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck once again, he reached down and grasped her calves, pushing her knees up and further open even as he surged even deeper.

  “OH!” Her cry was that of pleasure as he thrust and ground his pelvic bone against her sensitive nub. He took her hard, delving deep, growling, panting, swirling his hips, bumping her nub over and over with each thrust. Natalya felt him stretching her time and time again and was amazed how right it felt, how perfect. There was no pain, only intense pleasure as the fire in her belly built hotter and hotter.

  Sliding in and out, in and out Lucian took her with wild abandon and Natalya responded in kind. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her head thrashed back and forth, and to his great amazement her legs wrapped around his waist allowing him even deeper access.

  “That’s my girl. That’s right. You are mine, sweet. Feel it, love. Feel how good it is. Let go Natalya. Let go for me.”

  He could feel the walls of her womanhood tighten and release over and over, her body moving in time to his thrusts, grinding her hips upward, rubbing her nubbin against him even as he angled deeper and began to stroke the sweet spot deep inside of her.

  Her eyes flew open wide and Lucian smiled at her reaction. She was experiencing the ultimate pleasure both inside and out and he could feel her sex quaking around his cock. Knowing it wouldn’t be long, knowing that soon he would be sending her over the precipice of ecstasy, he reached up and tangled one hand in her hair, tugging her head to the side, then lower his mouth, nuzzling, licking, lapping, waiting, needing so badly to let himself come and to claim what was rightfully his.

  “Let go, Natalya. Let go for me.” And she did. He felt her body stiffen as the incredible liquid gold pleasure filed her veins spiraling out from her core and sending a burning wave of ecstasy soaring through her. She screamed and twisted, grinding up against him, tightening her legs even as her womanhood clamped down around his manhood, almost trapping it within like a molten hot vice.

  Lucian snarled; then howled out his pleasure as the beginnings of his orgasm came rushing through him. He vamped out with a wild cry. “MINE!” and bit down deeply over the scar left by his Master and the hated Andor. No more would she bear their mark. She was his. HIS!

  As her hot potent blood spurt over his tongue, Lucian shot his seed deep into Natalya’s womb. She cried out at the incredible sensation roaring through her. The feel of her own orgasm, gaining in intensity once again, his mouth on her neck, drawing out her life’s blood and making her his, his cold seed filling her, and it was almost too much. Clinging to him she shook as her body trembled with wave after wave of unknown pleasure almost sending her into oblivion. A snarl from her mate brought her back though. Something was wrong... what?

  “Say it” He was panting, snarling. “Say you are mine and drink of me. You will become my mate.” He was still moving within her, his cock almost hard, the act not yet complete, his body and mind needing more.

  Natalya was confused for a moment and a hint of her old fears returned even after all she had just experienced, to be his... forever. He nipped her, hard, just above the bite mark that was still flowing, and she made her choice... on her terms.

  Digging her finger deep into his shoulder and drawing them across his marble like flesh, Natalya left three bleeding gouges in his alabaster skin. “Yes, mine.” She pressed her mouth to the cuts and drank deeply, the tingling in her loins beginning anew even as he surged forward inside her and began to drink again.

  Both of them moved as one, body-to-body, blood-to-blood, joining forever. It mattered not that his rebellious Gypsy hadn’t uttered the word ‘yours’, she was. They belonged to each other and forever would.

  As the last throes of their pleasure began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of love and peace, Lucian gathered Natalya in his arms, rolling to the side and holding her close, listening to her breathing, her heartbeat, her little sighs, and knew she was as happy as he was. He could hardly believe the feelings that were welling up in his dead heart, feelings long gone; feelings that many said couldn’t be there. This was why the Master acted as he did with the Mistress. This was love, and it was all consuming and wondrous, and the woman in his arms was responsible for it. Lucian vowed anew that he would never let her go. He’d never leave her side, never put her in harm’s way and certainly never, ever break her heart.

  Natalya reached up to stroke his cheek, feeling as he did, all of her fears long gone. If he were going to chastise her for her rebellion, surely her defiance by saying he belonged to her would have been the first brick in the wall of a prison she had agreed to, but no harsh words came. Instead she felt his love. It flowed from him and soared through her, they shared something incredible now. Not because
of their lovemaking, but because of the blood. She knew it and so did he. Human marriage made a man and a woman one in the eyes of society and God; vampire mating was far more complex. They were truly a part of each other. Blood-to-blood, heart-to-heart, he was hers and she his and the idea held no fear.

  He caught her fingers and drew them to his mouth, kissing them then turning her hand upwards and kissing her palm before lacing his fingers with hers.

  “I love you Natalya. You may doubt my words, may think I am unable, but I do.”

  She shook her head vehemently and he frowned, misreading her actions, not letting his newly vulnerable heart tell him the truth through the bond that was there.

  “No, Lucian, I do not doubt you. I can feel your love as strong as mine is for you, tis in me, tis all around me. I think this blood tie we share will make it almost impossible to deceive each other. I can feel you, sense your moods, your thoughts. It’s... odd, almost disconcerting but somehow not.”

  “Tis not because of the trust, sweet. You know I would never take advantage of your love and nor would you.”

  “No, nor would I.” That said she had to stifle a small yawn. Their lovemaking had sapped all the strength from her body and the claiming all the strength from her mind and soul. It had been a worrisome day but now all was well and she could relax. She was home.

  “My fiery Gypsy is now sated and sleepy. I suppose I could perhaps allow you to rest. Be certain though woman, there will be many more sessions like the one we just shared. I plan on spending my life making your body come alive for me. You were born with passion Natalya and I won’t see that passion left untended.”

  “Nor would I let you.” Her hand trailed down his chest and skimmed lightly over his belly where his now flaccid cock lay. It jumped, almost imperceptivity at the mere thought of her touch upon him there, but he held back. He could see that she was truly fatigued, and though he also saw a renewed spark of passion in her eyes, it would be best if they rested a bit.