A Vampire's Salvation (A Vampire Romance)

by Virna DePaul

  Here.

  Now.

  Always.

  CHAPTER 4

  Frankie couldn’t help but wonder if she’d lost her mind. Had she really just dared Jake Rios to come and get her?

  Obviously so, because he was stalking towards her with a very determined glint in his eye.

  Some of her nerve seeped away, and she raised a hand. “Wait. I didn’t mean to—”

  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him while at the same time managing to rip her bra away. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, and his burning shaft slid snugly against the juncture of her thighs, stimulating nerve endings she hadn’t even been aware of. She whimpered at the dual sensations, each brought to a fever pitch by the hungry way his mouth covered hers.

  The kiss, however, didn’t last very long. Gripping the backs of her thighs and spreading them wide, Jake hefted her up, and she automatically locked her legs around his waist. Hands clutching his shoulders, her head fell back as she tried to deal with the intense assault on her system.

  This was nothing like the sexual feelings she’d explored while she was a teenager, and it barely resembled the sensations she’d been able to draw from her own body with her fingers or toys. Even last night’s pleasure hadn’t been this mind-boggling, but of course they hadn’t been naked.

  Naked. She was naked. He was naked. The tip of his cock was poised like a battering ram outside the gates of her pussy, ready to invade her. She thought briefly of fighting him off, of teasing him a bit more, but a glance at his savage expression told her how foolish that would be.

  Still standing, and with nothing to brace himself against, he used the power of his muscled arms to slowly drop her onto his marauding cock. She gasped at his initial entry; the way his broad head parted her nether lips and tunneled slowly but surely deeper. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he grimaced, his own fingers tightening on her thighs, then on her ass as he adjusted his hold. Fear ran through her as more of him kept coming, cleaving through muscles that fluttered in shock even as they greedily sucked him in.

  “I—can’t,” she gasped. “You’re too big.” But even as she spoke the words, she pulled him closer to her, her body unconsciously daring him to try and escape her grip.

  He shook his head, and sweat popped out on his brow. “Just right, remember? Just… right…” With his last words, he bucked his hips and planted himself fully inside her.

  She screamed at the sensation of fullness. At the tip of him rubbing against some hidden spot and causing fireworks to go off inside her body. She buried her face between his shoulder and neck, holding her breath, waiting for him to pound at her and rip her apart. But he didn’t move. He held himself still within her, the trembling of his entire body evidence of what his restraint was costing him.

  After a minute, she took a breath and leaned back. “Oh God. Jake,” she whispered.

  Eyes squeezed shut.

  Jaw clenched.

  His face was a mask of agony. Yes, there was pleasure there, but there was also pain. Pain from holding back. From not taking what he needed from her. She cupped his face, and he dazedly blinked his eyes open.

  “Are you—are you okay?” he breathed out. For some reason, his gaze kept bouncing between hers and her throat, where she could feel her jugular throbbing from the rush of her blood and the pounding of her pulse.

  Quickly, she assessed what she was feeling. She still felt stuffed full, but it was as if she was now feeling everything he was. An odd mix of pleasure and pain, concentrating in her breasts and between her legs, but she didn’t want to give either sensation up, not one single drop.

  Wasn’t there something wrong with that? Pleasure, fine. But pain? She wasn’t a masochist. Shifting slightly, she eased him partially out of her, then moaned at the way he immediately narrowed his eyes and thrust back inside her. He hit that spot again, and her pleasure ratcheted up higher.

  “I’m—I’m sorry. It’s just, I can’t—I can’t stop myself. I need you, Frankie. Need to be inside you.”

  She barely heard him given the pleasure that roared through her. “It’s okay. It’s great.” Her speech was as broken as his, her breathing just as laborious. “Put me—put me down on the bed. Lay on top—top of me. Please.”

  He studied her, his expression slightly suspicious, as if he actually believed she wanted to deprive herself of what was going to come next. That would make her a masochist. “I—I just want you to be able to move freely. To give me all you have, Jake. I promise.”

  With a jerky nod, he stepped closer to the bed and lowered her onto it. Amazingly, he kept himself seated firmly inside her the entire time. She spread her thighs wide to accommodate his body between them and buried her fingers in his short hair. “Good. This feels good.”

  “Good,” he echoed, his voice muffled since his mouth was pressed against one of her breasts. Quick as a snake, he captured her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently for a second before stroking her with his tongue. Then he suckled stronger, pinching her other nipple with his fingers so that her legs tightened convulsively against his sides, pleading for more.

  “You like that?” he whispered. “Because I want to suck your other tit before moving down to your pussy.”

  She moaned in agreement as his mouth released her nipple and left a moist trail across her chest on its way to her other breast. Both nipples were hard points, aching the way her clit ached with her desire for him. Thrusting her hips, she tried to force him to move inside her, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He feasted on her breasts for several minutes until she was pulling at his hair and begging.

  “Okay, baby,” he finally relented. “Let’s give you what you need.” Rising up on his elbows, he pushed up just enough that he could reach one hand between them. With his thumb, he pressed lightly against her hot button, then flicked it gently. Again, she jiggled her hips, but he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t give her the powering thrusts or firm touch to push her over the edge.

  “Why? Why are you holding back?”

  “I thought you liked to tease,” he countered. “Payback, remember?”

  That pissed her off. She arched her body violently, trying to buck him off her. “Bastard. Get off!”

  He laughed. “Oh, no doubt I’m going to get off. We both are. I’m just going to make you wait first.”

  “Argh! You arrogant pri…” Her curse drifted off when he suddenly withdrew from her body, lowered his head and buried his face between her thighs.

  His tongue lashed at the spot he’d fingered seconds earlier, and he hummed in pleasure. “Damn, you taste good. Like oranges and cinnamon. My favorite combination. And your smell…” He breathed in deeply, causing her to blush in mortification. Using his fingers, he parted her core and ran one finger through her slit before plunging its full length inside her. Although it was big, it wasn’t nearly as big as his cock, and she wailed in frustration.

  He immediately inserted a second finger, then another, pumping them deeply within her channel so she quieted and absorbed the delectable sensation. He curved his fingers and steadily pushed her higher, making her climb the mountain for longer than she thought she could, showing her what pleasure his determination, ego and stamina could bring her. As the governor’s security detail, he was ruthless. As a lover, he was even more so. But he was also strong. She knew he wouldn’t let her fall. He wouldn’t fail her.

  With a groan, thighs trembling, her sudden climax took them both by surprise. It was so intense she flung out her arms, twisting and clawing at the bed sheets in an effort to ground herself. She couldn’t. Her vision tunneled. Colors exploded behind her lids. His dark voice chanted endearments she barely comprehended, some of them sounding vaguely French.

  When her pleasure ebbed, she clung to the aftershocks as greedily as she clung to him. He’d thought to make her wait, but her body had bested him. In doing so, it had given him a gift as well. Because now that she’d experienced such pleasure, she wanted to give it back to him. In
spades.

  ***

  When Frankie pushed at his shoulders, Jake rolled onto his back, cursing when he almost fell off her diminutive mattress. He couldn’t wait to buy her a real bed, a king size mattress they’d be able to splay across in order to indulge upon each other’s bodies. He’d pleasure her so thoroughly the small release she’d just experienced would seem like child play’s. Then again, he wasn’t going to wait until he bought her a new bed to give her that. He pushed himself up on one elbow, then gasped when she straddled his waist and shoved him down again.

  “My turn,” she said.

  She was flushed. Eyes glittering with passion. Hair mussed and lips puffy. He stroked her waist, feeling slightly more mellow since she’d found release. “I think you already had your return, naughty girl.”

  “Then it’s your turn,” she shot back.

  Scooting backwards until he was forced to spread his legs and make room for her, she kneeled and planted a tender kiss on the head of his cock. God, it felt good. Almost as good as when he’d been sheathed deep inside her, but not quite. He might as well have been a virgin when he’d plunged his length into her, because no woman had ever been as slick, as hot, or as tight as she was. Every sexual encounter he’d ever had paled in comparison, and he’d felt like he’d been experiencing pleasure for the very first time in his life. The only thing that might equal the ecstasy he was experiencing was her blood on his tongue…

  But then she took him in her mouth, and he was plunged into sensations so intense he saw stars and bellowed her name. His mind went blank except for one refrain: Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

  She didn’t stop.

  He blinked hard as her mouth pulled back and began a steady, suckling motion over the tip of him. Her smooth hands cupped his balls and fondled them gently. Breathless, he stared down at her, mesmerized at the way his thick shaft forced her ruby lips into an almost perfect “O.” A thrill buzzed inside him as he imagined her other lips parting to take him inside her. At the thought, his hips jerked forward, burying several more inches of him in her mouth.

  Her eyes rounded, then grew heavy-lidded once more as she rubbed her tongue against the side of his shaft. Cum boiled inside his balls, making him bask in the knowledge that, this time, with her, he’d be able to release it. He’d shoot himself inside her when she made him come.

  And she was going to make him come if she kept sucking him.

  As much as he wanted that, he wanted the first time to be inside her core even more.

  He wanted to believe, even though he shouldn’t be able to impregnate her until they were formerly bonded, that when he came inside her, he might plant their child in her belly.

  A mate. A child. They were all within his grasp. Treasures he’d cherish forever.

  Even though it nearly killed him, even though she moaned in protest and tried sucking him even deeper into her mouth, he forced her jaw open and pulled away. Swiftly, he flipped her onto her back, climbed on top of her, crowded his hips between her thighs and, with unerring accuracy plunged himself into her honeyed depths.

  He heard her breath catch.

  Saw the way she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Keeping his face close to hers, he nonetheless pulled back, then thrust forward. Back then forward. Over and over again.

  He cleaved himself into her until he had to clench his teeth to hold back his confessions: he wanted to open himself to her, tell her what he was and what he wanted from her. Maybe because she sensed him holding back, insecurity flashed across her face, and she turned her head away, hiding the cheek that bore her scar.

  He stopped moving. “No,” he snapped, causing her gaze to fly back to his. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me.” Raising his hand, he cupped her face, caressing the slightly raised ridge on her check despite her slight flinch. “You are the most beautiful female I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  Her mouth moved to protest his compliment, but he pressed his fingers lightly against her lips. “Look into my eyes,” he whispered. “See what I see.”

  He allowed it to happen then. He used his persuasion, not to make her act against her will or to make her believe a lie, but to give her mind the freedom to see what was right in front of her. How gorgeous he thought she was. How beautiful, inside and out. A damn scar couldn’t detract from the way she enthralled him.

  The moment he saw the acceptance and wonder in her eyes, he tucked his hands underneath her ass and pulled her more tightly into his body. Her eyes darkened when he began thrusting again, and this time he gave up all thoughts of teasing. He went at her like a wild man, his cock powering into her, his tongue pushing itself into her mouth again and again. Her nails dug into him, and her mouth dropped open as release came barreling down on her.

  With a final thrust that took him deeper than he’d ever thought possible, he sent them both careening into ecstasy. A flush swept up from her chest to her face. Her soft cries played a graceful symphony accompanied by his groans and the sound of their flesh slapping against one another.

  An image of his fangs sinking into her flesh overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t control the way they lengthened. They pushed out of his gums. Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, sparked with fear when she saw them, but only for a moment.

  He forced his eyes to stay open even as he shuddered with his orgasm and growls rumbled in his throat. He expected her to faint or to fight him. Instead, she did something he could barely fathom.

  Squeezing her eyes tight, she tilted her head back as far as it would go, exposing the graceful column of her throat in all its glory.

  The sight of all the creamy flesh being offered to him was more than he could take. With a roar, he bent his head, plunged his fangs into her flesh, and sucked her warm, liquid essence into his mouth.

  ***

  I’m dreaming, Frankie thought. Either that, or Jake had killed her with pleasure and this was how she was going to spend an eternity in heaven, his body connected to hers and his mouth drinking her blood. Heavenly, after all, was the best way to describe what was happening. The strong pulls of his mouth at her throat didn’t hurt; rather, they reignited the pleasure of her release, steadily causing more and more intense explosions to go off inside her.

  Maybe she’d entered an altered state long ago. That would explain the look of adoration that had been in Jake’s eyes when he’d caressed the scar on her cheek. No man had ever looked at her with such genuine affection, and it made no sense that Jake would. They barely knew each other. All he’d wanted from her was sex.

  Sex, she told herself.

  But even as she tried to make herself believe that, she felt him drinking her blood, taking her into himself as his palms smoothed over her breasts and hips and hair. His touch wasn’t that of a man who simply wanted sex from a woman, but a man who’d found something precious and never wanted to let it go. Between her thighs, his hips still pumped shallowly, his cock swelling ever larger as he seemed locked in one orgasm after another, just like she was.

  When their spasms of release finally began to fade, her eyes stung with tears. She felt one escape, trailing down her cheek and throat. Obviously feeling the moisture, Jake hissed, gently withdrew his fangs, and looked up at her. “Damn it, you’re crying. Did I hurt you?”

  Mesmerized, she stared as his fangs retracted back into his gums. His tongue swept across his bottom lip to capture the drops of her blood that clung there. “Frankie, answer me. Did I hurt you?”

  Slowly, barely able to move, she shook her head. It felt as if she was drifting in a sea of honey and everything she did—even trying to think clearly—took effort.

  He lowered his head, and she tensed, waiting for him to bite her again. Instead, he licked at the spot he’d bitten. When she glanced at him questioningly, he said, “I closed the puncture wounds. You won’t even be able to see them.”

  Tentatively, she raised her hand to her throat and prodded at the area that was only slightly tender. He watched her
carefully, and for the first time he looked unsure of himself. Of her response to him. “You’re a…” She stopped, unable to say the word.

  Vampire.

  Of course, now it made sense why she only saw him at night. He really was a nocturnal creature, or at least he’d convinced himself he was. But his fangs weren’t a delusion…

  “I’m a vampire.” So calm. So matter of fact.

  When had the world gone mad? When had she? Swallowing hard, she forced herself to respond to him even as she shifted beneath him. He was resting on his elbows, keeping his upper body slightly off her even as his penis remained a thick intrusion inside her. “Are there—are there others like you?”

  He tilted his head, as if amazed by her composure. Arching his hips, as if wanting to remind her he was still inside her—as if she needed reminding—he started a whole new set of pleasurable contractions inside her. “Many.”