“Oh, I could be convinced to do many things, Cadan,” she told him suggestively. “But I draw the line at sucking blood.”
“Perhaps, then, you would allow me a small taste of yours?” he whispered as his lips moved to her neck, his tongue caressing the throbbing vein there.
He felt her still beneath him. He licked at her neck once again before allowing his teeth to scrape over the tender flesh there. His body tightened; he could feel the hunger of the creatures growing inside him, both sexual and otherwise.
Finally, Bliss shivered and moaned roughly as his hands skimmed down her side, drawing her thighs apart as he settled more firmly against her. He pressed his hips tighter into the cradle he found there, grinding the length of his cock against the tender pad of her pussy.
She lifted to him, hot and sweet, a low moan sounding from her throat.
“This neck biting thing is really weird, Cadan,” she moaned as his fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, flicking them open as his head raised to watch the incredible green of her eyes darken with her lust.
“It is more erotic than you could ever know,” he told her. “It will bring you to a peak you could never experience otherwise, Bliss. I can give you paradise, if you will but allow me to.”
She watched him as he flipped open the last button of her shirt and pushed the edges slowly aside.
She wore no bra. Cadan swallowed tightly as he tried to hold onto his control. Her breasts were exquisite. High and round, with perfect delicate pink nipples that hardened as he watched them.
“And I see something besides your pretty neck that I long to suckle, Bliss,” he told her roughly. “Your sweet pretty nipples beckon to my mouth.”
She moaned with a low, soft sound of female hunger. He loved that sound from her throat. Loved what it did to his own excitement as he heard it.
“You’re dangerous,” she told him roughly as her head twisted against the bed. “You’re using that funky vampire voodoo, Cadan. I know you are.”
He smiled down at her. “No funky voodoo, sweetheart, I promise you this. Only you and me, Bliss, and the heat growing between us. Nothing more.”
Chapter Five
Bliss opened her eyes, staring at Cadan in dazed fascination as his head lifted and his gaze met hers. She had wanted adventure. She had wanted Cadan and the passion and excitement he made her feel each time she was in his presence. She should be, by all counts, terrified of him. Instead, his amusement, his playful passion and the integrity she had glimpsed in him when she met him pulled at her.
She shouldn’t trust him, yet she did. She shouldn’t need him, but the hunger growing in her for this man was becoming more imperative than the air she breathed.
It was that funky vampire voodoo. It had to be.
“You’re thinking,” he whispered, the bad boy smile that drew her so strongly tilting his lips.
In retaliation, his hand cupped her breast, his thumb raking over her nipple as his tongue rimmed her lips slowly.
“You’re not allowed to think right now, sweetheart,” he crooned gently. “Turn that curious little mind off.”
Bliss allowed her lips to curl with amusement, though her breath caught at the sensation of his tongue licking at them. He was heated, hard, his body corded with strength and tense with demand.
“If I don’t keep my mind turned on, it’s hard telling what you might try to sneak by me,” she panted as his teeth nipped at her lips before his tongue soothed the small ache.
The sensuality of the caress had the breath halting for long seconds in her chest. She stared into his darkening eyes, seeing the glimmer of something more than the man he was, the excitement of sharing it with her, and felt as hedonistic, as free as the life she glimpsed in his eyes. It was a heady brew.
“It would be kind of hard to sneak what I have in you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips as his fingers tightened on the taut bud of her nipple.
The sweet ache had her clenching, her body tightening beneath his as he ground his cock into her pussy once again. Her clit swelled in response as she felt the moisture flowing from her vagina.
She struggled against the invisible bonds holding her, her fingers curling in response to the sensations that flowed through her. She wanted to touch him, wanted to run her hands over his body and feel every delicious inch of him.
“Let me go, Cadan,” she whispered as his head lowered again, his lips smoothing over her jaw.
“But I like you so well stretched out beneath me, restrained,” he said roughly. “Your body open to me. All mine to explore as I see fit. Will you let me explore you, sweet Bliss? Let me take my fill of your body as I fill you with mine?”
The blatant question had her whimpering in arousal. She had never allowed another man to restrain her, to take her in such a way. But Cadan hadn’t really given her a choice, had he?
“No biting.” She arched to him with a strangled moan as his lips moved over her throat.
“Just little nips?” She felt his smile against the hard throb of her vein just before his tongue licked over it.
Warm and moist, the gentle caress had her shuddering with pleasure.
“I want to touch you,” she moaned, twisting beneath him. “Let me touch you, Cadan.”
“If you touch me, I’ll lose all control, woman,” he growled, his voice husky, playful, yet filled with a deep, heated yearning.
From that moment on, he gave her no chance to argue further. His lips moved down her throat, his long, dark hair caressing her collarbone as he covered a hard, tight nipple.
Fire exploded in her pussy as she arched to him, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as he began to suckle at her breast. His hands were never still. Calloused and warm, they ran down her sides, shaped her hips, then moved to her abdomen and quickly unsnapped her jeans.
Alternating sensations tore through her. She could feel electricity flaring across her nerve endings, the ache that centered deep inside her cunt echoing in hard pulsing need into her clit, through her womb.
Her fists clenched with the need to touch him, to hold him to her breast as his hands smoothed the jeans over her hips, down her thighs, his lips moving lower, past her breasts, down her stomach.
As he shed her pants, Bliss shed her inhibitions. She had waited for this. It didn’t matter what he was. It didn’t matter who he was. Nothing mattered except the exquisite pleasure streaking through her body.
Within minutes she lay beneath him, naked, restrained, her legs spread wide, open to his voracious gaze.
“Cadan,” she groaned his name weakly as she arched her hips. The feel of his warm breath against her damp flesh was nearly too much to bear.
“Damn. I’m going to eat you up, sweetheart,” he told her hoarsely. “Every sweet, hot drop of cream running out of your pussy is going to be mine.”
Her womb flexed in near orgasm as his words washed over her senses. A second later, she nearly screamed in pleasure as his tongue swiped through the hot, slick folds of her pussy.
Intense and slightly rough, he licked at her hungrily. His tongue circled her clit, then arrowed down once again until it was flickering against the entrance to her vagina, before licking upward again. He sucked and licked at her until sweat dampened her flesh and she was writhing beneath him, desperate for more, desperate to be filled by the thick, engorged length of his cock.
“Stop torturing me.” She struggled to free her hands from whatever bound them to the bed. The heated energy was impossible to break.
“You taste like paradise,” he growled, sipping at the folds of her cunt, sucking at the juices seeping from her vagina.
His tongue pushed inside her heatedly. A strangled cry erupted from her throat as her muscles tightened around his tongue, desperate to hold him inside her, to find the pressure she needed to send her hurtling over the edge.
He chuckled against the sensitive mound.
“Did you think I would make it so easy for you, sweetheart?” The laughter tha
t filled his voice had her gritting her teeth in agonized pleasure. “Not yet, baby. Soon, but not yet. It’s not my tongue you’re going to be coming around. It will be my cock.”
For a moment, the memory of his cock, thick and long, spearing between Marissa’s thighs flashed through her mind. He had to be over nine inches long, perhaps nearly ten. She shivered at the thought. She had never known a man so large.
He moved away from her then and stood by the side of the bed, watching her carefully as he shrugged away his shirt.
Cadan’s chest was broad, darkly tanned, with a light arrowing of dark hair leading into the waistband of the leather pants he was quickly releasing. Bliss licked her lips slowly as he removed his boots, then began to pull off the pants.
Her heart raced in her chest, making breathing difficult as he undressed. She wanted to undress him. Wanted to peel away those pants as her lips tracked each inch of flesh she revealed.
As he kicked his pants away, her eyes widened at the sight of his powerful cock. The head was engorged, dark, the stalk thick and hard. Her pussy began to weep in need.
“I’ve been waiting for this, Bliss,” he whispered as he moved to the bed, coming between her thighs as she stared up at him in dazed need.
She couldn’t believe she was actually lying there, waiting for him. Weeks of watching him, wondering, needing him. She hadn’t thought she would ever reach this point. That she would be here, restrained, her pussy slick and hot with hunger as he moved his powerful body between her spread thighs.
“God, I know this isn’t going to be easy,” she panted. “What are you going to do, turn me into a blood sucker before you’re done with me?”
He smiled, a wicked flash of brilliant white teeth as he ran his fingers through the hot slit of her cunt.
“How about a cock sucker instead?” he asked her softly. “Could you handle that one?”
Her mouth watered.
“You’re dangerous.” She fought to breathe, to make sense of the overwhelming lust that flowed through her body.
She had never needed anyone or anything with the desperation that she needed Cadan now. It made no sense. But then, the attraction that had been steadily building for the past weeks had made no sense, either. As though fate, destiny, or some mad karmic blip of life had decreed that there would be no chance of her escaping whatever was to come from this mad rush to release.
“And you’re beautiful,” he told her. “The most beautiful woman I have ever known, Bliss. Lying there, open and willing, knowing me for what I am and wanting me anyway.”
There was a small glimmer of confusion in his gaze, as though he couldn’t understand how she could or would want him, knowing the truth. She hoped he wasn’t expecting an answer from her, because she was damned if she could make sense of it herself.
Her gaze flickered to the heavy length of his cock, so close to her cunt, and yet too far away to do her much good.
“Are you going to use that weapon or just tease me with the sight of it?” she asked him breathlessly. “Just between you and me, Cadan, I suspect there’s several inches there you’re not going to be able to use.”
He chuckled at that. “Were you any other woman, I would say this is true,” he told her gently. “But I can make sure you take me, Bliss. I can make certain you know a pleasure you can never imagine. A pleasure you could never touch in any other way—if you’re brave enough to take it.”
Chapter Six
He didn’t give her a chance to consider any drawbacks. Instead, Cadan rubbed the head of his cock gently against the soft, wet folds of her pussy as he watched her. His eyes were dark, filled with power and secrets and a glimmer of laughter that immediately made her feel challenged. Dared.
“Later,” she groaned. “We can talk semantics later. I swear, Cadan, if you don’t fuck me and do it now, I’m going to cut your black heart out of your chest the minute I’m free.”
He laughed gently, a low, masculine sound that only made her hungrier.
“You had only to ask, sweetheart,” he told her gently, moving closer, spreading the lips of her pussy apart slowly.
Bliss held her breath at what she knew was coming. He was huge and she knew she was built small. She hadn’t been made to take a cock as big as the one getting ready to fill her now.
“Cadan.” She strained closer, though the glimmer of doubt that edged her passion now could be heard in her voice. “Please don’t hurt me too badly.”
He stilled. Amazingly, his expression seemed to soften, to transform. There was none of the laughter that had been there minutes before, none of the playfulness. There was gentleness, warmth.
“I will ensure that you know only pleasure, Bliss,” he promised her. “Only the fiercest, most heated pleasure you could ever experience.”
She felt it then. A shimmer of alien heat invading her pussy. She had thought nothing could push her passion, her pleasure at his touch, higher, until she felt that unknown sensation. It tingled, stroked, soothed and relaxed muscles that were tense and bunched with need. It traveled along the tight channel, probed at hidden nerve endings and had her crying out in agonized lust.
This was like nothing she had ever known, or could have ever imagined.
A second later, it got better.
“Oh God, Cadan!” She nearly screamed his name as she felt the head of his cock begin to stretch her further.
The first, sharp burn of the entrance blazed past pleasure, past pain. She stared into his eyes, caught by the extreme emotions that glittered there, the grimace of sexual hunger that tightened his face and knew in that moment that her entire life was about to change.
“Damn. You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I’ve never taken a woman like this, Bliss…” His voice was rough, filling with a need she had never heard in another’s voice. “Watch me, baby. Don’t close your eyes, watch me as I fuck you, pleasure you.”
She couldn’t do anything else. She was only distantly aware that the restraints had loosened on her ankles. She bent her knees, her feet flat on the bed as she angled her hips to take him easier. She was shaking, sweat soaking her body as he began to work the thick length of his cock deeper inside her.
He used short, slow strokes to work her pussy open, to fill her with the thick, hungry head of his cock. As it popped fully inside her, she groaned harshly. It was so good. So blistering hot and filled with a pleasure/pain she couldn’t deny.
“More,” she groaned, her head thrashing on the bed as she became lost to each sensation. “More, Cadan. I need more.”
She heard his harsh male cry as he began to fill her. She was pussy-stuffed. Never had such a phrase entered her mind until now. But there was no other way to describe it. He was filling her deeper, stretching her further with each stroke of his cock inside her.
Bliss moved beneath him, her hips thrusting slowly, helping him to impale her deeper, deeper. She struggled to breathe as each new inch filled her, separating muscle and tissue until every inner nerve was exposed to the caress of his cock moving inside her.
“Almost.” It was clear from the tone of his voice that he was breathless as well. “We’re almost there, baby. Just a little more. Please God, sweet Bliss, just a little more…”
“More…” she panted, dazed, desperate to take every inch, to feel the hard slap of his balls against her buttocks as he fucked inside her.
His hands gripped her legs, raising them, elevating her hips to allow for the extra penetration. Bliss could hear her own screams echoing in her head as he continued to fill her. It wasn’t pain, it wasn’t pleasure, it was rapture. It was an ecstasy unlike anything she could have ever imagined.
As Cadan pressed deep inside her, she braced her feet against his hard biceps and worked him even deeper into her convulsing cunt.
“Sweet God.” His groan coincided with an abrupt relaxing at the very depths of her pussy, allowing the final inches of his cock to slide home, his balls to press hard against her ass as the hard shaft flexed and throb
bed with surging excitement.
Bliss gasped at the pleasure. She could feel her orgasm pounding at her womb and wondered if she would survive the violence of it. She could feel the power of it rapidly building inside her. Even her nipples felt as though they were pulsing with the need for release. Her clit was swollen, fully revealed by the stretching of the folds of flesh around the thick male stalk penetrating her. She was impaled, on fire, consumed by the pleasure streaking through her.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, moving against him.
He was filling her, consuming her. Bliss twisted beneath him, attempting to gain that final sensation that would push her past the brink and over the edge into complete ecstasy. Fire blazed from her pussy, through her clit and into her womb. Tension mounted along her nerve endings, sensitizing every portion of her flesh as she shuddered in his arms, screaming in pleasure as he thrust inside her, hard and heavy, his thick cock branding her with rapture.
She stared up at him as the pace began to increase. Cadan’s pleasure, his driving lust, were clearly reflected in the midnight-blue eyes, the glow of power that seemed to fill his gaze and the tightening of his flesh over his face. His chest heaved with his breathing, his muscles tensing as he began to fuck her harder, deeper.
“Yes,” he hissed hoarsely as every hard inch was sucked greedily into her yearning body. “Take me. Damn you, all of me. Fucking take me…”
He slammed into her, a series of jackhammer thrusts that stole her breath, her sanity as everything inside her exploded, disintegrated, swept her into a maelstrom of such sensation, such pleasure, that she feared there would be no surviving it.
Distantly, she heard his shattered male shout, then felt a sudden pulsing of his cock as it buried deep within her once again and his release began to surge inside the milking depths of her pussy. Lava-hot and pleasure-potent, it sent her spiraling once again into realms of sensation so exquisite she could only sink into it, allow it to explode around her, through her, until she dissolved into the sweet effervescent mists of peace.
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