His head dips to my torso. “I’m not a patient man, wildcat. Need help with those?”
My mouth snaps shut. I realize that I’ve actually been salivating at the sight of this naked male. Cool and unaffected, Cosette? Long gone.
“I was just taking my time, admiring your impressive assets.”
“Mmm-hmm. You’re about to admire them a helluva lot closer. Now let me see what I’ve been dreaming about for these past couple of weeks.”
His arrogance is incredibly sexy and only ramps up my desire to be ravaged. Reaching back, I unhook the bra first and shimmy out of it, letting the delicate scrap of fabric drop between us. He remains silent, but his gleaming eyes are locked onto my breasts like a starving predator’s. My nipples harden under his blatant stare, and before I lose my nerve, I begin to slowly work my panties down and off of my legs. His deep groan sounds almost inhuman as his fierce gaze consumes me. I hold still as he reaches out, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me in close as he walks us backward into the marble shower. Steam has already filled the enclosure, making everything hazy. His large, callused hands begin running across my bare flesh.
“Damn, you’re a vision, baby. So fuckin’ soft and beautiful. I can’t think straight around you.”
His hands wrap around my shoulders, and he positions me beneath the warm spray. I reach out to touch his chest but he stops me, grabbing onto my wrists with a stern shake of his head. “Nuh-uh. Lemme get clean for you first, then those pretty hands can explore all they want.”
He turns, snags a bar of soap, and steps back under the spray shooting out from the opposing showerhead. I watch him as he washes, all business and efficiency. The grime and dried blood begin to blend with the white bubbles that slide down his wet skin and finally swirl in a pool at the drain. He’s heartbreakingly gorgeous and doesn’t seem to have a clue. Maybe that’s why I’m so enamored. He’s pure and raw and so unlike anyone, human or vampire, I’ve ever met.
And I’m not waiting a second longer.
He’s just turned around. He has his back to me and is scrubbing his palms against his face beneath the water when I meld my body to his, reaching my right hand around to grip his sex. He goes stone still, obviously surprised by my bold move. I begin to stroke him, and his thick cock kicks and jerks hotly against my fingers, eager for more attention. His hands slap high against the slick wall and I watch his head drop low, the water rolling down and across his bruised and cut back as he repeatedly groans in guttural pleasure.
I can’t resist trailing soft kisses along his injuries as I work him from behind. My left hand has just reached around to caress his balls when he grasps hold of my wrists and squeezes—just firmly enough to stop me. I’m about to protest when he lets go and turns around to stare down at me with a look of sheer ferocity on his face.
His voice is nearly unrecognizable as he says, “What you just did, touchin’ me like that, well that’s just like addin’ a gallon of kerosene to an already blazin’ bonfire, darlin’. Back up against that wall now. Do it.”
I’m stunned for a second because I’ve never had a dominant lover before. A couple have made weak attempts to show dominance, but it ended up awkward and nearly laughable. No, this alpha human means exactly what he says and has the wherewithal to back it up. If I refuse his command he would most likely punish me or worse, end it. It’s that black and white. I’m too far gone with pure lust to even consider hesitating, so on unsteady legs I step back and press my backside against the sleek marble, wondering what his next move will be. He surprises me by closing in and wedging both his feet between mine as he works my legs wide open for him. I watch excitedly as he drops down to his knees before me. His scarred hands slowly skim up the length of my legs while his head disappears into the delicate flesh between my thighs. I sigh deeply at the first skilled swipe of his wide, warm tongue.
“Mmm, Colton.”
A throaty growl is his only reply.
He takes his time, lapping ever so slowly as my body relaxes and yields to his touch. With trembling hands I reach out and caress his shoulders, marveling at their massiveness while the water trickles in rivulets through his hair and lower down along his tattooed skin.
“Oh, please … so good. God, don’t ever stop.”
My pleas seem to spur him on because he moves lower to work that wicked tongue of his farther up inside of me. The heat of his mouth against my sensitive folds is so intoxicating that it’s throwing my body headlong into blissful chaos. Without realizing it, I spread my legs as wide as they can go. I pull him closer, desperate for the intense pleasure to last. I’m clinging to him as my hips grind down against his mouth. Close, so close, nearly there … how did I ever live without this? Just a few more swipes of that perfect tongue of yours, cowboy ….
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I know one thing … if I ever tasted something this sweet and perfect before now I sure as hell would’ve kept a tight rein on it, never lettin’ it get far. Not only is the taste of her beyond belief but she’s so flawless that I’m having trouble focusing on the job at hand. The moment I dropped down to show her how badly I’ve wanted to taste her I nearly became unhinged at the sight of her bare, stunning pussy. I should’ve known it would be like the rest of her, exceptional beyond measure.
Time to tame you, darlin’.
Her eyes flutter open in dazed confusion as I rise to my feet, spinning her around to face the wall at the same time.
“Wha-what?”
Using my right hand I tether both her wrists in my grasp, pinning them high up above her head.
Now she’ll know exactly who’s in charge.
I mold my body against her silken skin and whisper darkly, “Hush, Cosette. In all fairness, you need to be warned, baby.”
“Warned? About what?”
Her delicate voice quivers with excitement on the last word as she tries to turn back to find my eyes.
“That I fuck exactly like my personality, sweetheart: firm, relentless, and completely determined.”
She cries out as I move in, guiding my cock right up to align with her drenched entrance. In one unyielding motion I press into her and have to grind my back molars together because her pussy is impossibly tight and so damn exquisite. I’ve never felt anything even fuckin’ close to this level of perfection. My only goal is to make certain that she feels my passion for her, that once I get her there she’ll have no doubt of my intentions and how deep my emotions already run.
Once I’m seated to the hilt, I give her all my weight so there isn’t an inch of space between us. I drop a lone kiss against the back of her wet hair and whisper in her left ear, “All right?”
She whimpers slightly before answering, “P-please, I need—”
I cut her off, “I know, wildcat. Trust me, I know.”
With that I tighten my hold on her wrists and wrap my left hand around her waist as I pull back and slam right into her. She barely has time to scream before I start up a driving rhythm, fucking her with everything I have, knowing that’s exactly how we’ve both been craving it since our first encounter.
Quickly her desperate shrieks turn wild, close to animalistic, as I pin her gorgeous, wet body against the wall and continue working her relentlessly on my cock. I’m focused on sending her right over the cliff before I follow. The way her pussy is clinging to me is stretching my control to the snapping point. I ramp up my thrusts and at the same time slip my fingers down to play right against that rigid, eager clit of hers.
“Oh, yes. Oh God, please, Colton!”
I grin in satisfaction as she bucks hard against me. Using my index finger I start up a relentless circle as she starts to shake and tighten against my hold. Nearly there … so fuckin’ beautiful.
Against the back of her head I grind out the command, “Let go for me, Cosette. Do it. Give me that orgasm. I want it from you and I’m gonna get it.”
Buried impossibly deep within her, I feel the first clenching waves start up. I pull back out and thrust ho
me, grinding firmly into her tightness as her screams of ecstasy begin bouncing off the shower walls.
Music to my fuckin’ ears.
“That’s it, such a good girl.” I growl low, not able to hold back a second longer. I intensify my pounding thrusts, loving the way she’s cumming for me without holding anything back. I shove deep inside of her one last time before releasing with a raw shout, my cock pulsing so fast and hard from the unbelievable orgasm that I’m seeing black spots and feel like I’m on the verge of passing out.
Holy fuck. Unfiltered perfection.
I’m gasping for breath and feeling like my muscles are suddenly made of Jell-O—most likely the after effects from the fight and the rampant fucking—when I realize that she is perfectly still. Too still.
Oh shit.
Did I hurt her? Was I too rough?
My eyes fly up to see her tiny hands balled into fists, completely trapped in my punishing hold. “Cosette?”
I gently pull out of her pliant body, release her and spin her around to face me, but before I can blink she’s shoved me away and I go flying back four feet to slam against the opposite wall. I wince as my back hits the marble so fucking hard—it’s a wonder the shit didn’t crack under pressure. Pain rolls though me but I mentally push it back.
She stares across at me with the crazed look of a trapped animal, a look I’ve never seen on her face before. Her fangs are bared and the black pupils are just adding to the shocking sight.
With difficulty she rasps, “Get … get away from me.”
She looks scared out of her mind. What changed?
“Cosette, what’s wrong? Talk to me, sweetheart.” I take a step toward her to comfort her but she shrinks away into the corner, yelling, “No! I’m about to bite you! Get away!”
She’s hungry? I’m furious that she’s holding back when she needs something. I lash out, “Then fuckin’ bite me, woman! Take what you need, I don’t give a shit! I just want to give it all to you. Don’t you think that the thought of you drinkin’ my blood hasn’t crossed my mind before now? I’m not that fucking dense. Gimme some damn credit!”
She stares at me for a long, tension-filled moment and finally rasps out, “Please, please, Colton, at least go into the other room. I need time to get my emotions under control. Please … the urge is so strong and I’m worried that I won’t be able to control myself with you. I’m begging you.”
Give and take. You’ve waited this long to get close to her. Don’t piss her off now. The possibility that she would ever harm me is stupid as shit, but I’ll give her what she wants. This time around.
“Fine. You have ten minutes then I’m comin’ back in here to get ya.”
She nods once and I can’t help but think how beautifully vulnerable she looks with her long black hair covering her breasts as she stands drenched and naked before me. My dick starts to harden at the thought of sinking into her once again.
I snap a towel off the rack and stalk into the bedroom, closing the door firmly behind me, reluctantly giving her the privacy she pleaded so desperately for.
I briskly towel off, trying to calm my surging emotions. I had hoped that the shower session would lead right to round two in my bed, where I could make slow, sweet love to her for the next two hours.
What the hell happened?
I toss a Duraflame log into the fireplace and use a Zippo to light each end. Securing the towel tightly around my waist, I cross barefoot to the bed and flop down onto my aching back, the tension and intensity of the past several hours finally taking its toll. I glance over at the bedside clock, which reads 2:17 a.m. Light streams out of the bathroom as she suddenly emerges. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch her. I sigh because she’s dressed and that’s something I’m not fucking happy about in the least.
“C’mere.”
Hesitantly she replies, “I really need to go.”
“I do somethin’ wrong, somethin’ you didn’t like in that shower, babydoll? I can handle it. Tell me.”
Her dark brows draw together and she vigorously shakes her head. “No. No, it was nothing like that. Honestly. It’s just ….”
She trails off and looks away, staring at the leaping flames.
I’m not giving her the chance to keep what’s going on to herself.
I growl, “Look at me. It’s just what?”
Now blue, her eyes fly to mine. “You were right. It’s just that I wanted to taste your blood. Desperately.”
“And that’s a problem how?”
“That’s a problem, Colton, because I crave it so badly that there is a strong probability that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I could very well kill you, drain you dry! Does that resonate with you?”
I bark out a laugh. “Shit, girl, you wouldn’t be able to kill me. I can handle you and that situation.”
I only catch a glimpse of her fury as the final word slips past my lips. Before I know it, she’s moving in a blur, pinning me down, straddling me with a vice-like hold on my throat.
“You think you can handle a vampire? Truly? Show me. Show me how strong you are, Colton. Do it.”
I’ve never heard her voice so flat and detached before, and it sends a shiver of discomfort up my spine. I swiftly brush the feeling aside, saying, “All right then.”
One hand closes around her slim wrist and the other latches onto her upper arm. I use my weight in an attempt to flip her beneath me, but nothing happens. Logic tells me that it’s impossible, that there is absolutely no reason for me not to be able to flip a slight female, but the force she is exerting to hold me down is immense, easily equal to that of five men my size. Not possible. I strain harder and try again, using everything I have to move her. Nothing. I am trapped beneath her, completely immobilized and gasping for air.
She leans down to whisper menacingly, “Now do you see how dangerous it is for me to be this close to you? I was on the verge of bleeding you dry in that shower, Colton. The force of the orgasm ignited my unchecked hunger for you. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive.”
She opens her hand and sits back on her haunches.
I push up on my elbows and in a matter-of-fact voice argue, “Lemme tell you somethin’, and I want you to listen close. Instinct has kept me alive all these years, Cosette, and deep down it’s screaming at me to trust you. Completely. Now make up all the fuckin’ excuses you want, woman, but the fact is, we’re right for each other, and if you wanna drink from me, for whatever reason, then do it, because I sure as shit don’t want you going anywhere else from this point on. You’re mine.”
She seems stunned at the gravity of my words.
“I’m serious.”
“Colton … this, all of this between us is so foreign to me. Not only am I trying to figure out what you are coming to mean to me but more importantly, how to keep from harming you. There might be a way for me to drink from you, but I need to give it some more thought. Can you be patient with me?”
“Yeah, yeah I can. Wanna kiss you, though. Get back down here.”
Her vivid eyes soften as she hovers closer. Her still damp hair falls all around us a moment before our lips connect. My hands close around her shoulders, pulling her against me as the tender kiss rapidly turns heated and frantic. I groan into her mouth as our tongues play in eager exploration. Her head tilts to the side as her hand caresses my cheek and then brushes over my hair.
I break the kiss for a moment to whisper, “You’re so damn perfect, you know that?”
“Colton, I’ve never—”
“Hush.”
I claim her mouth once again and savor the intensity, the energy that’s flowing between us. It’s always how I’d imagined and never dared to hope it could be with a lover.
Just when I’m about to take things to the next level she stops to whisper quietly, “I really have to get going.”
“No. I want you to stay the night with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Give me one reason.”
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�Dawn.”
“Sunlight messes with you?”
“Immensely.”
“Need to fix that.”
“What?”
“Get some blackout curtains or even more shit in here so you can safely stay with me. I want you close to me.”
Both of her small palms run across my temples, “You’re an exceptional man, Colton.”
I just stare up at the woman who is quickly conquering every one of my well laid defenses.
“When can I see you again? I’m working ’til about two thirty every night this week, but I can come to your place afterward.”
She seems hesitant. “I … I don’t know, Colton. I’ve been trained to be incredibly private about where I live.”
“Fuckin’ blindfold me and take me there then. I want to spend time with you, not harm you or run my mouth to buddies regarding private shit about you. If you don’t know that about me by now then you never will.”
“I know, and you’re right. It’s just … with everything that’s been happening recently, I feel vulnerable. You can understand, right?”
“I want to, baby. I also want to help protect you—that is, if you’ll give me a chance.”
“Fine. I’ll pick you up on River Street tomorrow night. You can come with me to my place, but I’m warning you, the blindfold isn’t a bad idea. I might use it to get you there. I’m a wary kind. It’s the way I’ve been taught. Survival is paramount in my world, Colton.”
I grin at her. “Darlin’, give me a damn roofie if you want. Drug my ass to get me there if you have to. But know this: you can trust me. I’ll always have your back.”
“That means a lot.”
Her body feels so good on my chest that I’m reluctant for her to leave.
“Promise you’ll come.”
“Yes. I promise, Colton. I’ll see you in just about twenty-four hours.”
“Lemme write down my cell in case somethin’ comes up. If you’re running late, just text so I know you’re all right, ’kay?”
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