Kiss of the Sun

by Racheal Pierce

  Darius closed his eyes in rapture. Finally, he could make up for all the misery he had put her through due to his denial to see the truth. To see what she had known for fifteen years. She was his. He belonged to her.

  She tilted her head to the side, biting deeper into his skin. He moaned from the pleasure of her feeding. She had to know that a deeper bite for a vampire was a pleasure/pain they loved.

  Already he could feel the burns fading from his body. She was healing him. In her frenzy to feed she still thought of him. “Oh, baby.” He closed his eyes and looked into her mind. The door was open wide for his entry, his possession. He had to reestablish their Psi Link before he was too weak. Make it strong so that neither of them could sever it.

  A bright light led him to her meadow. There on the green grass she sat, staring at the sun. Confusion shot from her in waves. She turned to him. “Make me stop. Make me stop,” she repeated.

  He fell to the ground beside her, darkness clouding his vision. “I don't know how, darlin'."

  She pulled him down so his head lay in her lap. “You're getting weak."

  He brought her shaking hand to his lips. Kissing each knuckle, he gave her the tenderness he should have been giving her. “It will be over soon, little one."

  "No."

  "Listen to me, Rosalind. You know who your Guardian is. Only trust him and our family. Promise me, Rosalind."

  "I don't want to."

  "Yes,” he interrupted her. “Don't be selfish, Roz. Think of Bethany. Think of the children. They look to you for guidance, friendship.” A tear fell from her eyes. He wiped it away and brought the drop to his own lips. His eyes closed in surrender.

  "I am not going to let this happen. You promised. The legend says you will come back. How do I survive if your blood is my only food source?” She fought his actions. Challenged his word.

  "Roman and Niko put my blood in the blood replicator. For Chosen Mates."

  Rosalind thought of the machines in Niko's basement. He had kept them behind a triple-locked vault. Only the blood of Chosen Couples was replicated in the small chance a mate died and the other did not follow. Having their dead mates’ blood sometimes kept them sane, happy. A Chosen always stayed behind until their child grew to adulthood.

  Rosalind thought of Leena's mother, a single woman. She always seemed sad when Rosalind saw her. Now she knew why. She held Darius close. Already her strength had returned. She could feel the heat burning inside her body and wandered how she could contain such power. Darius. Always, it had been thoughts of him that kept her grounded, kept her working to enhance her many gifts. Now she possessed a new gift. A power his people would enjoy. A power he would cherish.

  She closed her eyes. At once she found the Psi Link. He must have tried to connect with her. She grabbed it with both hands. Darius?

  What are you doing? His voice was weak.

  Bringing you back, she barked in annoyance. Leave it to him to him to argue against her saving his life.

  Rosa ... His line thinned in front of her.

  Rosalind tore through her own vein in a last ditch effort. Blood ran freely down her arm. She covered Darius’ pale lips with her wrist. “Drink, please, honey.” Rosalind could see his throat working to swallow the liquid filling his mouth. Swallow, she pleaded to herself.

  She tried to find their Link but the glow was barely visible. If you don't swallow I will give your precious kingdom to Bethany! she threatened.

  His teeth bit sharply into her arm. Drinking deeply from her flesh, he rolled her shamelessly to her back. Grass tickled her back as he thrust his hips into her. She returned his thrust in a desperate plea for more. “Darius!” Relief, happiness passed energy between them. Their Link shined bright.

  He let her wrist fall to the ground. Lifting himself over her with his hands, he smiled down at her. Color was back in his skin. His eyes glowed fire at her. “That's one hunger well satisfied."

  She cupped his chin, needing to touch him. “You're okay.” She couldn't believe it was the simplest answer. The easiest question. ‘How do you save a dying vampire? Give him blood.’ In trying to protect him she could have destroyed them.

  "Oh, Roz. Don't think like that.” He placed a kiss to her temple. “I would,” a nip to her nose, “never let anything,” his tongue caressed her ear, “happen to you.” His tongue slid expertly into her mouth, capturing her very breath.

  Rosalind drew him down so he covered her body with his hard frame. She returned his kiss with all her fire. He was delicious, overpowering in his need to show her he was alive. To prove to her they could win this new task set before them.

  He pinned her arms beside her head without touching her. The buttons from her shirt released one by one. He did nothing but her shirt flew away in the wind. She moaned in pleasure. Sweet cool air blew across her hard, sensitive nipples. “Holy hell!"

  "It only gets better.” He licked her ear He left her on the ground and moved to her feet. Slowly he released the buckles to her sandals.

  Rosalind watched his every move with heavy eyes. Her fingers tangled in her hair in the effort it took not to jump his bones, throw him to the ground, and take what she so desperately wanted.

  His fang nipped her ankle before he tore her favorite jeans from her body. He looked at her. There she lay on the grass. One knee bent to hide her slick triangle. Darius smiled at her small show of shyness. After he was done with her she would not hide her nudity from him ever again. “You are showing your youth, sweet Rosalind."

  Rosalind rose gracefully to her knees. Her small breasts swayed with the movement. She eyed his zipper, now level with her face. Her hands went determinedly to the snap.

  He stopped her movement. “Rosalind.” He didn't want to goad her into doing something she or he wasn't ready for. He had been without a woman for so long he wasn't sure he could satisfy her before coming himself.

  Rosalind gave him an innocent smile. She held his shirt sleeves in each hand, slowing pulling the cloth from his body. His hard stomach quivered at the feel of her lips barely pressing to his skin.

  He closed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming. There she was. On her knees, sitting submissively in front of him. His jeans lay open. When had she done that? He watched, anticipation running through him. She skimmed one finger down his ribs, her touch feather light. Don't embarrass yourself by falling, he ordered under his breath. The zipper fell next. He could feel her knuckle inside the material following the contraption down. The pants fell to his ankles. He kicked them away without looking away from her. She eyed him like he was a coveted chunk of chocolate. Her nails bit into his hips, leaving crescent moons in his skin. Overnight her nails had grown. He hissed at the pain. It was the best pleasure he felt so far. Darius stepped back but she pulled him to her. His cock swayed at the sudden move.

  She eyed him. Long, thick, hard in preparation for her.

  Rosalind had never seen a cock. Never felt the inclination to go hunting. Her only interest had been Darius. If she couldn't have him pleasuring her, why bother?

  He wrapped his fist tightly in her silky hair. “Bother now,” he ordered hoarsely.

  Rosalind looked at him. The purple head bobbed near her lips. She gently blew a warm breath.

  "Oh, shit.” It took willpower he did not know he had not to stuff her mouth with his hungry cock. It had been so long since anything had satisfied him. Not even his hand could do the job anymore.

  She leaned forward, but instead of taking him into her mouth like he wanted, she licked up his shaft, moving to the sensitive skin at the tip. Kissing, nipping as she went, she left small red marks along his flesh.

  "You know,” he could barely breathe. The feel of her lips so close to his shaft was torture. “This gives a whole new meaning to marking one's territory."

  Rosalind smothered her laughter. “I'm barely an inch away from your gorgeously hard cock and you are cracking jokes."

  "I had to distract you somehow."

  "Why?"
/>   Darius tipped her to her back. Once again putting her where she belonged. Beneath him, waiting for his pleasure.

  "You ever voice that aloud, I'll knock you into next week,” she threatened.

  Darius stood above her. She lay stretched on her back. One arm under her head, the other laying on her stomach. The tips of her fingers grazed her pubic hair. She moved one knee to the side, giving him an even better view. Darius went to his own knees, bowing before her beauty. Her pink folds glistened in the shadows. Already she was ready for him. And he had barely touched her.

  "You're thinking too much,” she complained.

  "I can't help it. You are beautiful."

  "Show me, Darius.” She stretched her back until her breasts lifted to him in offering. “Show me how you see me."

  Darius moaned at her wanton display. They had barely touched each other and yet both were on the edge. He lay next to her, leaving no room for even breath to fit between them. He could smell the flowers of the meadow all around her. It had always been her favorite spot. It didn't surprise him that Rosalind would pick this spot as their place.

  Rosalind watched him, listening as each thought appeared in his mind. He was in such awe of them, as Chosen Mates his mind wouldn't shut off. She grabbed his arm and pulled it over her, instantly causing his body to fall over her.

  She groaned in ecstasy at the feel of his molten hot skin against her body. Finally her fantasies were coming alive. She felt his tongue stroke her neck, lave at the skin of her collarbone. Slowly he trailed his tongue down her body. Her chest rose from the attention he gave.

  He felt her heat, overjoyed that it engulfed him with her pleasure instead of hurting him. It was a new experience for him to feel her fire and not be burned. Pleasure licked at him, made him hunger for more. He drew one hand to her breast, filling his palm with her fullness. Her nipple poked out between his fingers. He sucked her hard nipple deeply into his mouth until one fang pierced her passion slick skin.

  "Ahh!” she screamed into the back of her hand.

  He brought her arm down from her face. He would hear every sound that came from her throat. Darius wedged one leg between her thighs. Gently he parted her for his advantage.

  His hair roughened legs caused her to shiver at the new sensations. She never knew just that simple a touch would cause her heart to skip so many beats. “Darius?” she panted. She reached for his ears and urged him up her body.

  "Yes, dear?” he murmured into her ear.

  "Kiss me."

  "I am."

  "You know what I want.” She couldn't understand why he was torturing her this way.

  He shoved his hand between her thighs, harshly cupping her pussy in his large hands. His fingers were instantly soaked with her cream. He bit her lip but refused to move his hands. She thrust her hips, trying to move his fingers against her. “Is this where you want my mouth?” he demanded.

  She nodded her head. “And your tongue."

  Her weakness kept him resolved to give her more and more pleasure until she screamed with exhaustion, until she couldn't take it. Then he would give her his cock. Darius knew if he wanted he could have her begging for him but now, their first time, he didn't want to start a fight over who was in charge. But the next time he had her in bed he would claim his mastery.

  Some vampire instincts couldn't be forgotten or ignored.

  Darius covered her. His arm supported himself as he slowly crawled down her body. The friction of the skin was enough to drive her into a withering madness beneath him.

  "Please, please, please.” She tried to push him further but he would not let her. He couldn't be too obedient the first time. Otherwise she would expect to get her way all the time. When she tried to push again he knew he had to show her a little dominance. He looked above her head and watched the dark dirt for a moment. When she lay her hands back down they were captured and restrained above by the roots planted below the ground.

  "Don't push me, Rosalind."

  She jerked at her restraint, but they held against her. Before she could speak he thrust one thick finger into her. Her eyes slammed shut at the unfamiliar invasion. His lips teased her as she had foolishly teased him. “Not fair, Darius.” She pulled her arms but still he would not let her go, and wouldn't let her touch him anymore. “I need,” she wasn't sure what she needed anymore. Her body felt drained. Too tired to move but every new touch invigorated her.

  "Soon, baby,” he promised.

  "I can't,” she cried helplessly.

  "Yes you can, Rosalind.” With that promise he worked a second finger in with the first. The fit was snug. She clung to him so tight he knew once he began to move she would scream.

  His fingers pulled out a little, bringing her juices with him. His movement was eased with the thrust back in. Each hard push back and forth became easier than the last. Her cream spread fast, easing his way, giving her unimaginable pleasure for the first time in her young life.

  Freed, she clutched his shoulders. Her legs spread wider in the hope for more. If it felt like this with only his fingers she feared what the pleasure would do to her once he gave her his length.

  "Not yet. But I will.” He pulled out so suddenly she dug deep welts into his shoulder. But he didn't feel it or if he did he didn't notice. Seconds later her legs were propped unceremoniously over his shoulders. He lifted her hips high off the ground to be gifted with a buffet. Darius could hear her blood pounding through her thigh. The urge to bite could not be ignored. Piercing her flesh was becoming easier for him. Her blood was addictive to him. When he released her he licked away the one drop that had gotten away from him.

  Rosalind's eyes rolled back into her head. Lights flashed all around her. Or was it stars? She couldn't tell anymore. He had bit her. She felt the flash of pain before the merciless pleasure swamped her every thought. She would be covered in bites if he kept this pace going.

  She looked down her sweaty body to find him staring patiently at her. “Ready?"

  "Oh, shit!” she screamed.

  Darius spread her swollen lips wide. Her bud peaked out, begging to be licked. Bitten. Sucked by him. He dived in like a starved man. His long tongue penetrated her virgin pussy. She tasted of the wild land she loved so much.

  He sucked her flesh as she undulated beneath him. His tongue ran smooth in her flesh. When he hummed he could feel her legs tightening around his neck. Darius gave her one final long lick before moving on to her belly.

  "That is just mean,” she panted.

  He dipped the tip of his tongue into her button. She laughed. Darius quickly turned her laughter into a moan of pleasured agony, thrusting three long fingers into her aching pussy. Her body clenched greedily around him. Her hands dragged him the rest of the way up her body.

  She thrust her tongue into his mouth before he could comment about her rush for more. Tongues danced and teased as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers. Her breathing quickened with his new pace. “Let me come, Darius.” Tears of frustration streamed down her face.

  He wrapped her legs securely around his waist. Her thighs shivered in agitation. Rosalind's eyes opened when she felt the first hard probe. “Wait!"

  Darius froze, it took all his strength to accomplish that one act but the trickles of fear he heard in her voice was able to stop him. He hadn't heard that tone since she was seventeen, when the Link had begun between them. “What is it, baby?"

  Her skin flushed in sudden embarrassment. She laughed softly and looked away. Darius wouldn't let her though. Not now. Not anymore. He held her jaw in his hand. Careful not to hurt her sensitive flesh. “Talk to me, Rosalind."

  "I've never...” her voice wandered off as she looked down between their bodies.

  He thrust gently forward, not entering. Just showing her how gentle he could be. He kissed her along her jaw, down her neck and back to her lips. Their fangs rubbed against one another. “You know I would never hurt you, don't you Rosalind?"

  She nodded. “I know it
is silly."

  "Nothing is silly between us.” His hand went down her stomach. Each finger tested her readiness. She was still soaked from wanting him. He let her go and positioned his shaft. “Let me show you."

  Their eyes locked as she wrapped her arms trustingly around his neck. Keeping him close.

  Without waiting, he thrust hard.

  Rosalind screamed at his invasion. She knew it would hurt but ... suddenly it was gone. He kissed her forehead, his eyes squeezing tight at her pain. “I'm sorry, baby. I didn't block it fast enough.” He kept his voice soft, tender.

  Her legs tightened around him, showing him her strength. “More,” she panted desperately. Never had she felt so complete than with him in this moment. Their bodies were now one.

  He looked deeply into her eyes. She hid nothing from him. “Anything you want, baby,” he promised as he thrust slowly into her heaving body. He wanted everything to last as long as possible. He didn't know when he would be able to get her alone once tomorrow comes.

  She pulled at his hair, forcing his head back and his neck to strain tight. She looked at his throat. His heartbeat was visible through his skin. Laughter filled their Link. “So I can feed from you all I want."

  Darius pulled her claws from his scalp, trapping her arms, again, over her head. “Chosen Mates cannot drain one another. The Link would never allow it.” His thrusts became harder, more powerful.

  They both moaned when her walls closed tightly around him. Not wanting his thick cock to leave, Darius pulled her knee to his elbow. The deeper penetration momentarily distracted her into a scream. He bent his head, licking her nipple as he sucked it greedily into his mouth.

  Rosalind struggled against his hold on her hands. But, he would not release her. Just wait until she was on top. Then he would have it coming.

  "Can't wait, darlin',” he spoke without releasing her.

  His free hand latched on to her breast, squeezing before trailing down her stomach and disappearing between their bodies. He found her tight button and pinched it between his fingers.