The Last Vampyre Prophecy

by Ezell Wilson, April

  She whips her head around and I am absolutely entertained by the sparks of anger shining in those emerald depths. “Don’t you tell me to calm down, Garai!” She spits and I nearly laugh with glee over her fire.

  “I’ll not be bought and I am not some cheap whore you’re thinking about fucking.” She is seething and I feel my own anger steam to my head at her words.

  I level my glare to hers. “Don’t you ever reference yourself as a whore again and especially assume that I think of you as someone I am fucking. Understood?”

  She flinches at my words and the intensity of my glare but I do nothing to back down. She needs to understand that some things will not be tolerated and she just stepped over the line.

  We glare at one another for several minutes until Peter steps through the doors and alerts us of the car.

  Her eyes soften and turn melancholy as she turns from me and follows Peter to the awaiting car.

  My anger still raging, I stare out the window and focus on the sounds around me to dissipate the intensity.

  A couple is fighting in a nearby park. She screams at him about money and where he has been squandering their savings. I smirk. I guess everyone has fucking issues with money and how it’s spent.

  By the time we reach the apartment the distance between her hand and me is agonizing. I reach over and cup it brushing the soft skin of her knuckles.

  She sighs and turns her head to me. “I’m still mad.” She huffs. “But it just feels so good when you touch me.” She murmurs.

  “I know, for me too. I don’t like being near you and not touching you. It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with but I know that when I touch you everything else fades away.”

  A big tear forms on her lower eye lid and I watch as it cascaded down her flawless skin trapping the tiny hairs of her face as it treks lower and drops to her sweater.

  I trail my thumb over the area and bring it back to my lips to taste her tears. It is a small gesture that means so much to the both of us. At that moment I feel her pain and it’s something I’ve never experienced. I hate the way it takes over every particle and makes me feel…helpless.

  She wraps her other hand in mine. “Do you think I could kiss you right here?” She asks placing her finger to my cheek.

  I suck in a deep breath wondering if I can handle the contact. Finally I nod slightly and she leans over to place a tender kiss to my face. But her smell intoxicates me. The softness of her lips and the desire radiating through her body makes me feverish.

  I grip her face in my hands and seal my lips over hers. I wait a moment to allow the pleasure to resonate before I part her lips with my tongue.

  The effect is explosive. My senses go into hyper overdrive. The feel of her tongue and her skin under my sensitive fingers is enough to blow the top of my head off.

  She threads her fingers through my hair. The feeling is indescribable. I know I am wanted for something other than my sexual allure with, Adonia. She craves my mind and my abilities above the sensual side.

  But at this moment I’ve never wanted anything more. I want all of her. I want her as a mate, a lover and a partner. I want her to be mine.

  She breaks the kiss this time and we are both wracked brainless. The desire pulsing through her veins is enough to catapult me from the car pulling her behind me.

  I don’t stop at the spare rooms; I lead her directly to my bedroom—the place that no woman had ever been. My haven.

  She grips my hand tight. I turn to see fear in her eyes. She is scared but so am I. I’ve been with women before in a sexual way but it’s been so long removed from my life.

  “Trust me.” I say staring into her eyes.

  She leans against my touch and nods. I pull her to the bathroom and turn on the tap watching the water cascade into the deep basin. Her eyes constrict with many different emotions, but finally, she smiles and squeezes my hand.

  It’s my turn to be nervous because I’ve never had a bath with a woman. The horrible doubt of my self-control nearly consumes me. If I ever hurt her it would devastate me.

  She places her hands gently on my shoulders and in a tender gesture she rises to the tips of her feet and kisses me lightly on the lips.

  I pull back and smile at her. She shocks me in every way.

  As the tub grows fuller I raise my hands to her sweater, asking permission before I pull it over her head. The sight of her full breasts makes my cock hard against my thigh.

  I can feel her heart sprint in her chest then the chemicals saturate her blood. Her thighs began to tremble and I smell her arousal seep through her panties. I grasp her face and kiss her. My need to fuck her takes over every rational thought I have. I’ve never felt so wonton for something…ever.

  She reaches for my shirt and begins pulling the buttons loose leaving a trail of kisses in the wake. I bend my head back relishing the touch and sensation she permeates through my body.

  Finally, she reaches the last button and pushes the fabric from my shoulders. I hear it crumple to the ground.

  My head turns to her face and when my eyes meet that emerald gaze I know I need her. I need every fucking part of her. I grasp her bra and in one motion tear it from her body. Her breasts bounce from the sudden movement causing me to moan. They are perfect, full and high. I trace my thumb over her nipples watching the blood pool at the tips then constrict hard and taut.

  My mouth seeks the tender flesh and when I lave the sensitive peak she convulses with a slow tremor. I suck and caress the tip and feel as they swell with blood and desire.

  My hand travels down her supple skin flicking the button of her jeans and slowly peeling them down her legs.

  Her body trembles under my touch, which makes me lose a little more self-control.

  My hands still at her panties but she moves forward and slowly slides the button of my trousers then pushes them down to the ground. I gasp. There is little between our bodies now.

  In a last motion she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pushes them slowly down my thighs.

  My eyes close and I realize it is the first time I have been exposed to a woman, fully, in over eighteen hundred years. But the thought of not wanting it until now makes this all the more pivotal.

  The only thing that matters is her touch—her caress.

  I let my eyes rove her body and drink in the perfection. Her skin is like silk and her eyes are shining nothing but want and love.

  I grab the sides of her panties. “I hope these aren’t your favorites.” I mumble before I flay them from her hips.

  She gasps and closes her eyes.

  I cup her face. “ Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  Her eyes flit open and when I see those emerald jewels staring back at me I lose what control I have left.

  I turn the water off and pick her up then carry her to my bed. She reaches for me and strokes my chest then slowly wraps her tiny firm grip around my cock. The pleasure shoots through my system and ends at the tall peak between my thighs.

  I moan as she brings her other hand up to pull my mouth to hers. Gripping her hips I pull her against my erection. I can smell her arousal and suddenly the only thing I want is to touch her.

  I run my hand down her taut stomach and circle the pulsing point of her arousal. She moans loudly as I massage her clit with my thumb. Then my forefinger traces the wet folds of her sex before I slip it inside and roll around until I feel her tense and know I’ve hit her pleasure spot.

  I stroke her in and out applying the perfect pressure. Her breathing is quick when her back arches and I feel her insides close around my hand as moisture coats my fingers and she calls my name over and over again.

  I kiss her neck then move to her mouth. “Are you ready for me beautiful?”

  She opens her eyes. “Please, yes, Khai.” She begs.

  I kiss her softly on the lips as I press my length at her opening. She gives me one more pleading look and I push forward feeling the resistance then suddenly smell the blood.<
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  I tense and look in her eyes. The love and reverence that shines back at me drives me harder. I wipe the tears from her cheeks and push back inside of her loosing myself again. Every stroke is like heaven. Once she stretches to my size I feel her hand urge me forward, wanting more, harder, faster.

  I begin to rock in and out absorbing the feeling of exhilaration. My movements become more frantic and desperate. She pulls me deeper with each thrust.

  That presses me forward and with two more strokes she screams my name as she tightens all around me and I feel her sweet juice coat me inside her.

  That is enough to push me over the edge. I grab her legs and push them high as I thrust hard twice then still at the wave of raw pleasure that rips through me.

  My face is planted between her neck and I suck in her scent as I start to roll within her again. She feels better than anything I have ever experienced. Her sex is so soft and slick that I feel myself harden at once and I pull back to look into her eyes.

  They are wide with wonder and she sighs with contentment and begins to meet my movements with her own, controlling the pace. This is about connection and feel. We savor each other and the feeling of our bodies sliding together.

  I clench my teeth at the delicious feel of the friction when I push into her again and again. I feel her body begin to quiver and tense beneath me as I pick up my ministrations.

  I cup her face. “Say my name.” I whisper.

  Those beautiful green eyes spark with emotion.

  “Khai.” She breathes.

  “Come for me again, Adonia. I want to feel it.”

  She groans and presses her head into the pillow as her brows furrow and her fingers clench around my back pulling me deeper.

  I roll my hips knowing my own release is imminent and growl deep when I feel her insides spasm as she wails saying my name.

  I bend close to her ear as I thrust again. “You are incredible.” And just as the words leave my lips I come hard buried deep within her. My muscles tense and electricity hums under my skin.

  She places her lips to my neck. “That was the most amazing thing ever, in my life.” She pulls back. “You are incredible, Khai.”

  Hearing my name come from her beautiful lips stirs me again but I roll to my side and gather her in my arms then carry her to the bath.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ADONIA

  Holy shit. That was…wow. Khai Garai just made love to me in his bed, in his tub, in his kitchen, then on the sofa in front of all Manhattan. I’m exhausted and I have a huge, stupid smile plastered to my face. I just can’t stop. He makes me feel so alive and beautiful.

  No one has ever made me feel like this. He’s just so damn beautiful, it hurts to freaking look at him. I just can’t believe that out of all the beautiful, rich women he picked me.

  He squeezes me closer and kisses my hair above my ear. “They have nothing on you, Adonia. You are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen. You take my breath away.”

  I sigh and run my hand down his thigh wrapped around my leg. We lay naked on the fur rug in front of his fireplace staring out at the city.

  But eventually the exhaustion wins and my heavy lids close. All my dreams are of Khai touching my body, kissing me, loving me all over. The way his muscles stretched in his abdomen as he rocked inside me sent a quiver of anticipation up my spine. His jaw clenched as I screamed his name when the orgasm flooded me almost painfully.

  Over and over these images flashed through my dreams and I realize I am consumed with him. He is in every thought and dream I have.

  The light flashing over my eyelids wakes me and I startle. The room isn’t familiar and I begin to panic. I look down and I am naked curled in the sheets. My heart begins to pound in my chest then an arm wraps around me. “Good morning my beautiful, Adonia.” The voice is musical and makes every hair on my body stand tall.

  Then all the delicious memories come flooding back. Khai made love to me many times last night and it was mind-blowing.

  He chuckles. “Yes it was. You intoxicated me. I couldn’t get enough of you.” He breathes into my ear.

  I feel the burn between my legs—a dull ache that begins building.

  He smiles against my neck. “Let me soothe that for you, love.”

  Then he rolls atop me and slides his tongue across my lips “Ah, you taste divine—sweet and salty.” He murmurs as he trails his tongue down to my neck then over each breast. I moan.

  His hands are magic, caressing my body in perfect strokes and pressure. He continues to lick my nipples then trail wet kisses across my naval then lower still to the line of my pubic hair.

  I suck in a breath, suddenly I feel exposed and shy.

  He looks up at me as he moves lower between my legs. “Don’t hide yourself from me. I want to see everything and worship it. You are gorgeous, Adonia and you are mine.” He runs his finger across my clit then down my folds. “And this.” He strokes me then slides a finger inside. “Belongs to me. I’ll cherish it and worship you, Adonia.”

  Then he sucks me into his mouth causing me to arch off the bed and gasp his name. He is inside of me, all over me. It is overwhelming the emotions I am feeling. His tongue works in and out of me savoring every inch. He circles my clit and brushes his teeth against the sensitive nub and I feel the build deep within. He rams one then two fingers inside circling my walls. Then he pressed a deep spot within that makes me explode with pleasure. He continues to pump it as he licks circles around my clit and I feel the explosion deep then shoot to every part of my body.

  I scream as it overtakes me. My legs shake and my back arches as I jerk upright and bury myself further into his mouth.

  He growls and rubs his nose and tongue deeper groaning my name over and over.

  Shaking all over I fall back against the bed trying to control my erratic breathing. He cages me with his arms and climbs like a predator up my body with a feral look in his eyes.

  My insides clench at the raw desire pooling in his beautiful lavender eyes. He pulls one leg around his elbow and he slides up to my entrance. “I’m going to take you now, Adonia and I’m going to fuck you long and hard.” His voice is harsh.

  I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him with all the passion I have. He licks every part of my mouth then flicks his tongue over my front teeth as he pulls back. “Mine.” He growls then slams into me. The sound of flesh slapping together fills the room. Over and over he rams his length further and harder until I feel myself coming apart again.

  “Please, Khai,” I beg and he pummels me harder grinding his hips into me with each thrust causing me to break apart again with a shattering orgasm all around him.

  I could feel my arousal soaking the bed beneath us and suddenly I hear him roar my name then punish me with three more violent thrusts then still over my head.

  “Adonia…” He whispers.

  Every single hair on my body stands at attention. I stroke his back as he lies atop me and shiver at the coolness of his skin. I just can’t rationalize how he could be so cool and perfect after such a workout. I have a sheen of sweat covering my entire body and it feels like my temperature had risen ten degrees.

  Then he quickly rolls to my side and puts some distance between our bodies but continues to stroke my hips and down my legs.

  “I just naturally run a bit cooler than most people.” He says smiling but his eyes are tight and searching.

  “Oh, ok.” I say clearly taken aback at his ability to read my mind. It makes me nervous because I don’t like being that transparent. I feel shy about my thoughts and it makes me second-guess my actions.

  “You’re just innocent and your thoughts are easy to read on your perfect face—your mind is a beautiful place to get lost in, love.”

  I smile not knowing what to say because he just totally disarms me. He makes me feel cherished and valued.

  “That’s because you should be and you are, Adonia. Much cherished, actually.” He murmurs as he sweeps a mass of my hair from m
y shoulders exposing my breasts.

  “It’s just so surreal with you, Khai. I feel like I’ve known you my entire life and where I’ve always been shy with guys you make me feel…other things, things that both excite me and scare me to death.”

  He smiles. “Believe me when I say the same feelings resonate through me, too. I’ve been alone for a long time—willingly—and then you come along and completely beguile me. I’m a solitary creature, Adonia, but you fill something I didn’t know was missing. It is literally the first time I’ve felt alive—ever.”

  I’m quite taken aback with his admission and I just stare at him, awed. For the next few minutes we lay staring at one another saying nothing.

  Then a wide smile stretches across his face. “So, my cherished Adonia, where would you like to visit first? London? Paris? Rome, perhaps?” His smile still etched across his absurdly beautiful face. “Where ever your heart desires.”

  I pale. “Surely, you weren’t serious about us taking a trip?” My voice raises several octaves.

  He nods.

  “Like, today?” I squeak.

  “I’ve already called for the jet, they are on standby awaiting my instructions. As I await yours.” He finishes clearly pleased with himself.

  I gape at him. I just started my job YESTERDAY and not to mention he is my freaking boss. Ugh. I have really placed myself in the ultimate fucked position. When this ends I’ll be back to scraping by and this job is the only thing that is good in my life right now.

  Other than Khai and the thought makes me warm internally. But I dismiss it immediately because he’s not mine and I need to remember that. This fling will be over quicker than it started and I’ll be right back where I started—rock bottom.

  He grips my face between his hands. “I know this is sudden and there are a lot of things that you need to know about me, but trust me when I say, Adonia, this,” he gestures between us, “Is not going to end. I won’t let it. You are mine now and I’m never letting you leave.”

  There is downright fire building in his eyes as he says the words. I don’t know if I should feel happy or frightened.