When she popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zip, he moved his hand to stop her, but she reached inside and pulled out his rock hard dick running her fingers up the length of it. Swearing under his breath, he made one more futile effort to push her away, but even as he pushed her with one hand, the other cupped the back of her head. Once more, cursing his own weakness, he lowered his head, covering her lips with his.
He was in hell now; torn between wanting Flame and yet knowing this wasn’t wise. He managed to convince himself for a whole ten seconds he shouldn’t still be standing in her bathroom, kissing her, before he said fuck it. To hell with it, he’d fuck her this time but that would be it after that, no more he told himself, even as the little voice inside him scoffed and muttered, ‘yeah right.’
Frantically he ripped his lips from hers again and reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress, hastily pulling it over her head. She stood before him naked, since she hadn’t put her panties back on and he paused for a moment, his eyes feasting on the sheer beauty of her. God she looked stunning with her eyes bright with excitement and that amazing red hair tumbling over her shoulders; a few errant strands covering one eye. She had a sexy body, so firm and strong. He liked a strong woman; not one who was tiny and skinny. They needed to be strong enough to cope with him, since he liked to fuck a woman every damn way he could, and he wanted them to keep up with him, even allowing for them being human, so naturally weaker.
He tugged off his t-shirt, tossing it to one end of the vanity unit and shoved his jeans down over his hips, kicking off his shoes then the jeans until he too stood naked before her, since he never bothered with underwear.
Flame’s eyes met his and her gaze moved down his body, stopping on his cock which stood huge and hard between them, the light glinting off his piercings.
He turned her so her back was to him, pushing her between her shoulder blades until she leaned over the vanity. Gently he nudged her feet apart until he had her legs spread enough for him. He stepped up behind her, his palms cupping the cheeks of her ass and he smoothed them over her soft skin, pulling them apart, his gaze dropping to that tightly puckered hole of hers. He really wanted to fuck her there, and his fingers traced over it, teasing it, feeling her tense and seeing her tighten in reaction to his touch.
He bent over her back, studying her slightly worried expression in the mirror. “Don’t worry babe. I want to fuck that beautiful ass of yours, but I know I can’t just shove my way in there without warming you up first. You will need to be broken in; to be worked up to being able to accept my cock here.” Again he smoothed his hands over her ass before circling the tight opening with one fingertip. “You’re worried I won’t fit or I’ll hurt you but I’m sure with time I will be able to put my cock in there and you’ll scream. Not with pain but with overwhelming pleasure.” He assured her.
“Cocky bastard aren’t you? Who says you’ll get the chance to go there?” She said her eyes challenging him in the mirror.
“Even when I’m about to fuck you, you still have to argue with me.” He growled. Grasping his cock in one hand, he felt between her legs with the other, brushing through her pink folds, coating his fingers with her moisture. She was ready for him. Her body was anyway, but her mind was going to fight him until he removed her capability for thought by fucking her. It was one way guaranteed to shut her up.
With his eyes on hers that still challenged him through the mirror, he bent over her back, nipping her lightly on the shoulder. He nudged the head of his cock between her legs until he felt the head line up at her opening, and with one smooth lunge, he rammed into her, feeling her open to him, taking him in, inch by glorious inch. When he was as deep as he could go, he stopped, watching her face reflected back to him. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back and her expression was filled with wanton lust and need, her need for him, her need for his cock, and her need for him to fuck her until she forgot everything including her own name.
Flame
I stood, hunched over the vanity in my en-suite, feeling the edge of it digging into my stomach, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feel of Damien’s huge cock inside me. He shifted, from one foot to the other, and just that simple, small move made me clench around him when it caused the tiniest friction. I could feel those piercings rubbing inside, exciting me. Damn he felt amazing; his cock was so fucking big, but I loved the feel of him inside me. How the hell would I ever go back to a man without a pierced dick after him?
I didn’t have time to dwell on it though because with one smooth, fluid movement, he pulled out of me until just the head was still inside before thrusting forward, grazing those metal studs over my sensitive flesh until he slammed against my womb again. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut even harder as pleasure radiated through my body. Damn but this man could fuck a woman and fuck her well.
He repeated the movements, pounding into me hard, then pausing, hard then pausing; each time making me cry out with the mix of both pleasure and pain.
“Open your eyes.” He said close to my ear, and I opened them to find him leaning over me, his eyes on me through the mirror. Again he pulled out and drove back into me, crushing me against the edge of the vanity, where I felt it biting into my skin. I cried out, my eyes fluttering shut. “I said…open…your…eyes.” He punctuated each word with a forceful drive of his hips; slamming that cock into me over and over again. “I want to watch your face; I want to see your eyes as you come.” His voice was deep and husky in my ear, sending a shiver through me at the sexiness of it. Damien’s voice when he was aroused turned me on nearly as much as the feel of the man himself when he fucked me. I clenched around him, nearly coming just from listening to him.
As he began to move again, slowly increasing the pace, every thrust of his hips pushing me closer and closer to my release, I struggled to keep my eyes open to keep them on his as he watched me.
He was not immune to the build-up of sexual tension and intensity, despite his attempt to appear relaxed and in control. I could see the passion burning in his eyes, making the emerald green look brighter. It was his mouth though, that showed what it was doing to him, to keep himself reined in. I could see the way it tightened his lips and showed around his eyes with tiny lines of tension. He grimaced, the movement of his lips letting me see his fangs descending and he bent over me, his eyes still locked on mine in the mirror.
He slowed his thrusts right down, licking his way from my shoulder to that sensitive area below my ear, causing me to shiver. I watched his mouth open, his eyes still fixed on me and he bit down, his fangs bursting through my skin and puncturing my jugular vein. I cried out, my head rolling to the side but I couldn’t look away from the sight of him bent over me, his lips pressed against my neck as he fed. With every mouthful of blood he drank from me, I felt a burst of pleasure so intense I sagged momentarily at the knees.
Damien’s arm tightened around me, supporting me, just as he bit down even harder. I screamed as the pain exploded through me and I momentarily twisted in his grip, unable to handle the intensity of his bite. Before I could even consider begging him to stop, the pain vanished and the familiar pleasure began to build in me.
It escalated rapidly, shards of pleasure shooting through my body, lighting me up until finally an orgasm of overwhelming intensity slammed through me. I cried out, gasping, shuddering and hanging onto the vanity so hard, I’m surprised I didn’t leave dents in the smooth surface. Unexpected tears filled my eyes; rolling down my cheeks while I rode out wave after wave of the most mind blowing, earth shattering pleasure.
I sobbed uncontrollably, I sobbed like I hadn’t sobbed in years, all while the pleasure seemed to go on and on, my muscles pulsing along the length of Damien’s cock. Somehow through my orgasm, and even through my tears, I managed to keep my eyes locked on his.
Finally he raised his head, blood dripping from his fangs onto my back; his eyes a blazing emerald green as his hands shifting to my hips, fingers biting into my
skin, holding me firmly. I watched his head roll back, his mouth open, his fangs gleaming, and I gasped, the air expelled from my lungs with a whoosh when he suddenly slammed into me, so hard he winded me. Over and over again he pounded into me, fucking me like an animal, our bodies crashing together noisily in the small bathroom. With every thrust, I was ground against the vanity and I knew I’d be bruised by morning.
Suddenly his movements became erratic, just before he froze and I felt his cock begin to jerk rhythmically as he came, pumping his release deep inside me. I watched his face, the myriad of emotions that crossed his gorgeous features, the obvious pleasure he was feeling, and felt a moment’s satisfaction that it was me, my body, that held him in the grip of an intense passion.
When he was done; when he was no longer emptying into me, he collapsed over my back, his tongue licking the bloodied puncture marks on my neck. I watched him through the mirror as he kissed along my shoulder and down my back as far as he could go without pulling out of me, shivering in reaction to his feather light touch.
I frowned, suddenly frightened of the emotions that filled me as I watched him. He was so beautiful, so incredibly gorgeous to look at, and when he was like this, gentle, caring, all I could feel was panic. I didn’t do gentle. I didn’t do caring. This was about the point where I’d be running out the door. This was why I didn’t normally fuck the same man more than once. I did what I had to do to avoid emotions coming into it, but this man, this vampire wouldn’t leave me alone. Why; why wouldn’t he leave me alone? He wasn’t exactly one for happily ever after either, so why was he here?
He straightened and I clenched around him; the feel of him still inside me triggering little aftershocks of pleasure. He was softening though, which worked out nicely because the orgasmic glow was rapidly wearing off. It was time to get Damien the hell out of my bathroom but first I had to get his cock out of me.
I wiggled my hips and he took the hint, pulling back, sliding free of my body. A rush of our combined release trickled from me, and without saying a word I walked over and turned on the taps to my shower. When the water temperature was right, I stepped in and started to close the door behind me, until it jammed and when I turned, Damien was climbing in after me.
“Shouldn’t you be getting home?” I asked him and he sighed.
“So the minute my cock is out of you, you’re back to being a bitch is that it?” His voice sounded almost weary.
“I’m not comfortable sharing my shower with another person.” I said.
He snorted. “That’s bullshit and you know it Flame. I don’t know what the hell your problem is. I’m not trying to move in with you. I’m not looking for happily ever after; I don’t do fucking relationships. I know you’re going to leave town eventually so you can stop getting your panties in a knot.” He took the soap off me and began to lather up his chest. “Are you sore? If you are, it will pass. You had enough of my blood that by morning there will be no trace of me left on you or in you so you can relax.”
I frowned at the tone in his voice. Why did he sound so angry? He said he had never had any interest in a relationship, and neither had I, so he should be happy that I was keen to push him out the door. I stared at his chest, watching the soap suds run down over his stomach, following his happy trail until they divided to stream down either side of his still semi erect cock. When I finally raised my head, he was watching me, his eyes gleaming bright green, something showing in them that I couldn’t read.
I shivered, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. My heart was suddenly racing, my legs trembling and I felt inexplicably nervous as I stared at him. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me; all I knew was the feelings running through me right now scared the absolute crap out of me.
Our eyes stayed locked together until slowly he reached out, trailing a finger down my cheek, neck, over one breast, and on down the front of me, finally slipping his hand between my legs. He never shifted his gaze from mine as he pushed two fingers into me and I gasped, my teeth biting down on my bottom lip.
Damien made a sound, a low growl or groan. It was hard for me to hear it over the noise of the water, but I watched, seemingly powerless to react as his head moved closer and closer to mine, finally blotting out everything but his lips as they descended towards me. When his mouth closed over mine I sighed, and as his tongue pushed past my lips all thoughts of running, the fear, the panic over what I was feeling, vanished. As he kissed me, all I could think of, all I could focus on, all my senses were aware of, was him.
As he deepened the kiss, as he lifted me pushing me up against the tiles of the shower, all I could do was wrap my legs around his waist. When he lunged and drove that big beautiful cock into me, all I could do was moan and curled my arms around his neck. I hung on through every surge of his hips, feeling the intensity of it all over again. For a moment before another breathtaking orgasm possessed me, holding me in the grip of something powerful, I wondered if any other man would ever be able to make me feel the way Damien could.
Chapter Twelve
Damien
When Damien let himself into his sire’s home a few hours later, he was exhausted. Francesca had just beaten him home and she looked about as fucked as him. She smelled like a woman who had spent her night fucking too and he grinned at her. “Been flat out on your back tonight hey Fran?”
She gave him her classic smile; that one that was a cross between sarcasm and a smile. No one was quite like her for the expressions. She acted like everyone were toys for her to play with and ridicule, but he knew underneath her ‘don’t give a shit’ exterior, she did care. She’d proven it numerous times. He suspected something had happened in her dark and distant past to make her the way she was but he didn’t know what. He was pretty sure Fabian knew. His sire knew everything but whatever it was, he’d never shared it with any of them.
“You smell like sex and soap.” Fran eyed him off before sniffing at him. “And with a trace of blood.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “So who are we fucking now? I know you’re not hunting for one night stands brother dear. Are you still chasing the pole dancer?”
“Fuck is nothing private in this damn house? I thought vampires were supposed to be dark and dangerous, not a bunch of gossiping old women.” He growled.
She burst out laughing. “We are dark and dangerous but you should know, nothing goes unnoticed in this house. I’m just surprised that you, Mr Man Whore Extraordinaire would dare to sully yourself by dipping into the same pussy pool more than once. You do pride yourself normally; on how many you can fuck your way through in a year. So why this one; what’s different about her?”
Fran threw herself down on one of the lounges as Damien began to pace around the room, raking his hands through his hair. Her eyes followed him as he paced, and his obvious frustration was more revealing to her, than he could have realised.
“She was only supposed to be a one night stand like all of them, but she wouldn’t agree to come with me. Damn bitch called me a loser; me? She’s such an annoying, frustrating, enormous pain in the ass Fran.” He stopped pacing briefly to look over at her but amazingly she didn’t respond, just watched him. “I can’t mind control her. She’s not a witch, she’s a telekinetic, she can move things with her mind and when she’s pissed with me, she throws things at me. I’ve had to become good at deflecting things or catching them.” He grinned.
“So she likes to throw things at you? How funny brother dear, now continue.”
“I finally got to fuck her when I thought I was going to go mad with desire for her and damn, fucking her is intense. She has the most deliciously tight little cunt.” His mind drifted, thoughts of Flame filling his head, and as he became lost in the kaleidoscope of images, he forgot all about Fran’s presence. “I had no intention of going back and fucking her again, but…but.” He didn’t want to tell her he couldn’t get it up with the other women he’d tried to use for blood and sex. “Can you believe she handed me over to her friend like I was
a piece of fucking meat? Me? I’m not her toy to pass on for others to borrow and play with.”
“So you found a woman who isn’t looking to become a permanent fixture in your life. She fucked you, moved on, and even gave her friend to you, and you’re pissed off?” Fran’s expression was incredulous. “I don’t see what the problem is. She sounds like the perfect woman. She doesn’t want to live the fairy-tale of forever with you.” Suddenly her eyes widened. “Oh, was the friend ugly was she?”
He snorted. “No she wasn’t. She’s beautiful. I brought her here, but you weren’t home or you’d have seen for yourself.”
“So what’s the problem? Flame gave her to you; she wanted you too. She’s beautiful; you fucked her, so I think you’re just being too picky or maybe you’re going senile in your old age brother dear.”
Damien couldn’t tell her he hadn’t fucked the friend due to his lack of a hard on.
“Yeah, sometimes things aren’t as they seem Fran. All I know is for some reason I fucked Flame again. I don’t know why I went back to her. Well I do, I needed to feed her blood; she was sore from us fucking. She’s unbelievably tight and it’s impossible not to hurt her. She’s so annoying though, she fights me all the time. Even when I’m trying to help her, she won’t just accept my help; she has to argue and resist me, constantly. She gets me so angry, so fucking frustrated. Everything I say and do, she has to argue with me, and then with all the fighting, suddenly we’re fucking again. Half the time I want to strangle her, then I want to fuck her and then I want to fuck her while I strangle her.” He stopped his eyes meeting Fran’s. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed. Good night.” He said, abruptly ending the conversation. He didn’t wait for her to reply; simply spinning on his heel, striding from the room.
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