by Tina Folsom
Amaury’s chuckle sounded like music in her ears. It felt like a drizzle of warmth descended on her, calming her. “Why don’t you just rip them open? I know you’re good at that.”
She didn’t need another invitation. His damaged shirt landed on the floor a few seconds later. Before she could cuddle back into his chest though, he pulled her t-shirt over her head.
“Much better,” he commented, his eyes landing on her naked breasts. Under his hot gaze she felt her nipples turn hard. Nina noticed his wicked smile as he looked back at her face.
“Oh, yeah, much, much better. I hope you have no other plans for tonight, chérie, because I have no intention of ever letting you escape from my arms again.”
“Promises, promises.” She ran her fingernail over his chest, drawing a leisurely circle around his nipple. While his muscles were hard, his skin was surprisingly soft.
“You can take that promise to the bank; it’s as good as gold.”
“If I had a nickel for every promise—” She didn’t get any further, but instead found herself pinned down by his body, his warm mouth kissing her lips.
“Be still, chérie, and let me love you.” She’d never before heard him speak with such tenderness.
***
Amaury felt Nina’s warm body underneath him, her delectable breasts crushed into his chest. The heat from her body seeped into him and ignited his cells. The draw she had on him was irresistible. Her scent created a cocoon around him, as if to shield him from everything else. She was the only woman he wanted to be with.
His hunger for her was palpable now. With difficulty he pushed it back, not wanting to cheapen this experience with haste. This would be a memory they would both cherish, an event they would look back at with joy.
Had any other woman ever given him such joy, sent such pleasure through his body? Her soft moans and sighs alone stoked the fire burning in him.
Amaury settled between her trusting thighs and let the hard ridge of his cock stroke against her center. Even through the clothes he could feel her wetness and her heat, as she responded to him by undulating her hips. Oh, yes, the little firecracker wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Even without sensing her emotions, he knew this little fact with certainty. And she would have him.
He drew back slightly to give his hands a chance at palming her gorgeous tits. The hard nipples screamed to be touched. Erect little buds, pink and hard, greeted his fingertips.
“Promise me, you’ll never hide those from me under a bra.” He wanted those ripe fruits always accessible to his hungry hands, never impeded by any restricting garments. All they should ever feel were his hands caressing them, his lips kissing them, and his mouth suckling greedily. Maybe even his fangs taking blood from right there, feeding from her. His cock jerked violently at the erotic image.
“Don’t you like undressing me?” Nina was a tease, but he didn’t mind.
“Oh, I like undressing you, but I don’t want anything or anybody to cup those beautiful tits but me. I don’t want a bra having more contact with them than I will. I could get jealous.” And he would. He would be envious of the bra which would hold her twin globes all day as they bounced up and down. No, he should be the only one allowed to do that, to support her weight, to hold her, squeeze her, massage her.
“Is that an order?”
Amaury rubbed his fingertip over her nipple. “Let’s just call it a … suggestion.” He knew how little she would respond to an order.
Nina arched into his hand. “Any other … suggestions?” The sultry look she gave from under her lashes made his heart stop momentarily. Was she actually baiting him to make more demands? He had a few other requests tucked away which he wouldn’t mind her complying with.
“A few. If you’re up for them.” Slowly he kneaded the pliable flesh in his palm. Then his lips descended onto her silken skin, and he let them slide over her nipple. His tongue lapped against her flesh, and his breath followed, ghosting over her damp skin.
Nina gave a strangled moan while her nipple turned into a rock hard peak. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“On the contrary, I’ll make you feel more alive that you’ve ever been.” Briefly he looked up from his delicious task to meet her gaze. “And that’s a promise.”
And he’d keep that promise.
Minutes later he had them both stripped naked. Nothing could get in the way of his eager mouth and hands now.
He was teetering on the edge of his control when he had her body beneath his once more. Her arousal was like a beacon leading him to a long sought buried treasure. Amaury took a deep breath, inhaling her fragrance, letting it tease his nostrils, coat his tongue, and permeate his lungs. What sweet scent, what powerful drug she was to him.
For a moment he kept himself still above her, his weight braced on his knees and arms, as he took in the sights. Nina’s face was glistening, her honey curls rumpled, her eyes wide open, expectant, but not afraid.
“Please,” was all she said, but her actions said more. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and slowly she pulled him down to her until his erection settled at the entrance to her core.
Warm moisture greeted him, inviting him. His body coiled with tension, anticipating her tightness, her heat, as he held himself back for another second just to savor the moment. Amaury felt the rightness of his decision, the determination in himself of what he needed to do.
“You’re mine.” His claim was like a battle cry, as he forged ahead and impaled her on his shaft, letting her tight muscles clamp down on him, imprison him in a cage he’d never be able to escape, would never want to.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered breathlessly. Nobody had ever called him baby.
“Too big?”
Nina shook her head. “Perfect.”
It was all he needed. Amaury withdrew from her tight sheath, let his cock slip out but for the bulbous head, before he plunged back into her wet heat. With every stroke his balls slapped against her flesh, only adding to the enticing sensation of her muscles gripping him.
Nina threw her head back and arched toward him, meeting his thrusts one for one. Her sensitive neck was exposed to his view, the vein under the pale skin throbbing, beckoning him, inviting him.
“Nina, I need you.” He sank his lips onto her neck. A startled movement was her response. Had she changed her mind? Before he could pull back, he felt her hand on his neck, pressing him closer to her.
“Yes, Amaury.”
Her words were like a symphony in his ears, like angels singing. He could smell her blood, almost taste it. His fangs lengthened, and then, without any haste, the sharp tips pricked her skin and drove in.
The scent of her blood assaulted him instantly, almost robbed him of his senses, so intense it was. The thick liquid coated his tongue and dripped down the back of his throat. Warm, sweet and plentiful it spread in his mouth. His first swallow was like the first bite after an endless famine. Rich, nourishing, and intoxicating.
His cock throbbed violently as the blood replenished his body, and the rhythm of his hips increased. Amaury heard her moan in his ears, uncontrolled, wild. Nina’s nails dug into his back as she bucked against him.
The moment he felt her mouth on his shoulder and her teeth digging into him, he knew what he needed. Her blunt human teeth would never pierce his skin, but he could do it for her. He couldn’t stop his next action. It was as if his heart had immobilized his brain and dictated his body’s movements. His mind wasn’t master anymore. For the first time in his life as a vampire, his heart ruled supreme.
As if in a trance, Amaury removed his fangs from her neck and pulled back. Nina instantly let go of his shoulder. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” she begged.
“I won’t.” With his nail, he cut into the skin of his shoulder. Seconds later blood seeped from the cut. He looked into her passion clouded eyes. “Drink from me, chérie, please, let me be yours.”
He watched her expression change, first to surprise, then to interest. But there wa
s caution in it too and doubt.
“It won’t turn you into a vampire, you’ll stay human. But I’ll be yours.” And she would be his, forever his mate. Blood-bonded for eternity. Bound to him. For him to protect forever. His heart had made the decision for him. There was no way back from it. He would explain all details to her later, but right now he couldn’t stop this magical moment.
Nina’s mouth descended onto the cut. Her tongue darted out and lapped at the blood, before she locked her lips around it and started suckling.
Her action sent a thunderbolt through his body. Amaury’s chest released a triumphant growl. A moment later he sank his fangs back into her neck.
“Always.”
And then he could feel her, finally sense her emotions. Now it was a different hunger he needed to still, not the need for blood to nourish him, but for her blood to complete him, to establish their unbreakable bond.
Nina’s blood filled him and mixed with his own in a process that would change both their DNA, mysteriously, irrevocably. If she wanted to, he could father children with her. But most of all he would always be aware of her, sense her, know what she was feeling, just as she would with him. Their souls would be connected.
The sense of peace spreading within him warmed his heart. Nina was his.
Amaury released her neck and withdrew his fangs. His tongue smoothed over the incisions and sealed them instantly.
Nina’s mouth still sucked on his shoulder, and he was caught up in the sensation it caused in him. She was taking his essence into him, accepting him for what he was.
“Yes, take me inside you,” he whispered into her ear.
With every drop of blood she took from him, he felt her excitement grow. She was so slick, his cock slipped back and forth in rapid succession, pumping into her, hitting her sweet spot with every stroke.
He used every last ounce of his control to hold back his release until he finally felt her breathing become erratic and her body tense up. A second later her climax crashed over her, and her muscles clenched around him. With a last thrust, he stabbed into her, touching her womb and flooding her with his seed. His cock pulsated, releasing stream after stream into her warm sheath.
Nina’s mouth went slack on his shoulder. She’d stopped drinking from him.
Her eyes were closed when he looked at her.
“Nina, are you okay?”
She blew out a breath, a drop of his blood on her swollen lips. “Hmm.”
Amaury kissed her softly.
Mine.
Twenty-eight
Nina felt different. Never had sex affected her like this. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say Amaury was a magician, not a vampire. Strange feelings swarmed her head, making her feel almost dizzy. Sensations of possessiveness, affection, and satisfaction invaded her thinking. Were those her thoughts? Why was she suddenly thinking in such terms?
After all, this was just sex. She knew men well enough to realize that even if they found a partner who could fulfill their sexual needs, it didn’t mean they would not stray and try to find variety with somebody else. She wasn’t naïve.
Nina tried to shake off the strange emotions. Maybe her blood-sugar level was low and she needed to eat. That would explain why she felt so woozy. Of course, a mind-blowing orgasm such as the one she’d had thanks to the tremendous skills of one super-sexy vampire could also cause said wooziness.
She lifted her head from Amaury’s chest to look at him. He’d pulled her on top of him, sprawled her over his body moments after his climax had shaken him violently. She’d never seen a man lose control like he had. As if he’d let go of all walls, all protection, all pretense.
“You’ve slayed me,” he said without opening his eyes, his mouth curling into a smile.
“That was pretty good.” Nina downplayed their lovemaking. She wouldn’t fall into the trap of becoming a clingy girlfriend now. For sure it would make him run faster than if she was chasing him with a stake. Sure, he’d said amazing things to her—that he wanted to be hers—but that was during the heat of passion. She never put much weight on what a man said in bed.
Amaury’s eyes flew open, and he pinned her with an intense stare. “Pretty good?” His chest muscles bunched under her. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”
Oh, now she was in trouble. The man wanted to hear more than just a “pretty good” for his efforts. She never knew he’d turn into such a hawk for compliments.
“Well, it was very good.”
He propped his head up. “Very good?”
Evidently “very good” wasn’t sufficient either.
“How about ‘spectacular,’ ‘out of this world,’ ‘mind blowing’?” he coaxed.
Nina’s heart leapt. He’d felt that too?
“God, woman, are you trying to give me an inferiority complex?”
His exasperated huff made her chuckle. Making him mad turned out to be great fun. “Inferiority complex? You? I don’t think I could succeed even if I tried. You’re just way too full of yourself.”
A second later she found herself underneath him, pinned between him and the mattress, a position she increasingly enjoyed. “Full of myself, huh?” Amaury nudged his already swelling cock against her. “Shall I show you again what it feels like to be full of me?”
There wasn’t the slightest doubt in her mind as to what he meant.
“Are you sure I need another demonstration?”
His breath ghosted over her cheek. “Chérie, I’m going to give you as many demonstrations as you need, until you’re ready to admit that I fulfill your every need.” His hips moved, settling his heavy cock at her sex. Nina moved against him, making his erection slide over her still sensitive clit. A hitched breath escaped her.
“Tell me,” he hesitated, “when my cock strokes you like this, do you want me to go slow, or would you rather I fuck you hard and fast?”
Sweat beaded on her brow. It became difficult to breathe with the vivid imagery he projected. “Do I have to make a decision right now?”
His hips circled, drawing his erection over her center of pleasure once more. “No. You can just let me take care of you as I see fit.”
“Are you always this possessive?”
“Possessive—moi?” He grinned unashamedly. “It’s definitely a first for me.”
Amaury drew his hips back and slowly slid into her moist channel. Involuntarily Nina bucked against him, welcoming his hard shaft as he filled her.
“Do you always have to be on top?”
“Not always, but right now I want to see your face when I make you come. There’s nothing more enticing than watching how your eyes go all dreamy.” He punctuated his word with a thrust of his cock. “And your lips part.” Another thrust. “Your cheeks flush.” He plunged deeper.
“I think I get your point,” she rasped. He did have a way of supporting his explanations with examples.
“Of course, there’s also much to be said for other positions,” he hedged and withdrew his erection, leaving her bereft.
“Such as?”
He pulled back from her and masterfully flipped her onto her stomach. “Such as the view of your sexy derrière when I fuck you from behind.”
He palmed her round cheeks, sending a shiver through her body. “I believe I still owe you a spanking,” Amaury announced.
“What for?” She sounded far too eager in her own ears. Would he notice that?
“You flipped me off last night. Such lack of respect can’t be tolerated.”
“I understand.” Nina lifted her backside slightly toward him in anticipation. “I was bad.”
“Really bad,” Amaury confirmed. “But I’m not cruel.”
A wave of disappointment swept over her. He wasn’t going to punish her? Now that she’d gotten all excited about it. “No?”
“No. So, for every slap you endure without protest, you’ll be rewarded.”
“How?” Her voice echoed in the small room. The thumping of her heart reached her
ears, almost deafening her.
“That’s for me to decide.” His hands stroked suggestively over her ass, before one slipped along her crack and swept over her female folds. One long finger dipped into her heat, strangling a moan from her throat. Nina clenched her muscles to hold onto him, but as quickly as he’d invaded her, he escaped.
***
Amaury gazed at Nina’s nude body, the enticing swells of her sexy derrière arched toward him. He’d truly struck gold. His blood-bonded mate wasn’t only gorgeous and strong, she enjoyed the same diversions in bed that he loved to indulge in.
His chest swelled with pride when he looked at her and contemplated his fate. She’d accepted him, taken his blood and bonded with him. The knowledge that she was his forever couldn’t be compared to anything else he’d ever experienced.
And he’d start off their relationship right, by asserting his claim on her and showing her what she could expect from him in the coming centuries: mind-blowing sex, utter devotion and his protection to the death. He’d start it off with a bang, or rather, a slap.
Amaury pulled her onto her hands and knees. A moment later his flat palm connected with her flesh, making her ass jiggle. Only a suppressed moan came over her lips.
“Good girl,” he praised and centered himself behind her, nudging his cock at the entrance to her hot channel. Her pink folds glistened like flower petals after a spring rain, and her cream coated the head of his shaft as he slid an inch deep then stopped. Nina tried to shift toward him to take him deeper, but he held her in place.
“No, Nina. You’ll only get as much as you deserve.” He clenched his jaw, trying to fight the tightness with which she squeezed the tip of his cock. His only hope was he’d last long enough to make her come. The way he felt right now, he had serious doubts. He felt like an untried youth who spilled the moment he felt a woman’s touch.
“More,” Nina demanded, her voice husky. God, how she turned him on with just a sound. Like a siren’s call.
Amaury answered her with a quick slap onto the other cheek. A little harder this time, leaving a faint palm print. He felt the movement extend to his cock, as her muscles clenched around him. It sent a delicious tingle into his balls which instantly drew up and tightened. In the same movement she pushed back and took him deeper.