A whole X-rated training montage plays through my head. Sweaty bodies, close contact, flowing adrenaline, tight spaces, his body atop mine. Shit me, it’s a powder keg with a short fuse and the sparks of our pheromones would burn it all to the ground.
Allow him to push my memory, lose my battle with sexual frustration in a room full of people, or take what my body craves here and now in this cool dark room?
Gonna go with the latter.
In a shocking move superb enough to make Jackie Chan say daaaammmnnn, I leg sweep Elon’s feet from under him while grabbing his waist with my hands. Now I’ve never taken gymnastics, but the way I flip his body through the air, while pike twisting my own, is straight-up gold medal Olympic shit. He flops on his back, flat on the mattress, and thanks to my acrobatics, I land astride his hips. I swear my brain processed the move I wanted and my body instinctively knew how to perform it. Like a robo-seductress, I flawlessly planted the man between my thighs. Score for the god strength and masterful thought process.
I pin him under me, using the weighted clench of my thighs to hold him in place. “Never threaten to tamper with my memories. Nothing and no one has the power to make me forget you.”
“You can’t say that…”
Despite the pitch-black, my eyes see him. He’s pliant and submissive below me, suppressing his vampire strength he allows me to dominate. “You can’t know the perseverance and will of Odin inside me. Do you think the father of all Norse gods would possess a mind so open to persuasion?”
“Perhaps not. But other options seem to be on your mind. Now that you have me where you want me, what do you intend to do to me?”
I fall forward, creating an elbow cage around his head. I trace his neck with the tip of my tongue up around the shell of his ear before I nip at his lobe. His hands grab my hips. He rocks up while splayed bruising fingers drag me down in a slow, sensuous grind. A deep gratification exhales on a moan. “You know what they say about the Z generation?”
“You’re in love with photo filters, pictures of yourself, and possess a dialogue strange enough to confuse a valley girl?” He pulses his hips, rubbing the hard length of him against the seam of my jeans.
My eyes roll back in my head, but I can’t withhold the bubbling chuckle. “Hmmm,” I giggle, sliding my body along his. “Not sure what a valley girl is but we are a generation of insta-gratification, unable to process much beyond our next pleasure fix, and I’m all for living up to the hype of my gen right now. I vote we deal with this elephant-sized bucket-o-lust brewing between us. I mean you’ve already got the trunk,” I snicker, hiding my nervousness with humor.
“Oh, Miss Nodins, your euphemisms are awful.” He shakes his head, smiling. “Would you rather indulge in each other after I’ve sufficiently wooed you? This can’t be how you envisioned your first time.” His words counter the sensuous juts of his hips and ownership of his stilling grip.
“And your generation says woo,” I snicker the comment under my breath. “I’m not a flower and candy type of woman, Mr. Ford.” My hot words fan down the column of his throat. When I reach his Adam’s apple, a purr vibrates my lips. “We’re tasked with saving the world. There is no time for romance. I need to bond with you for my mind to stop one-tracking. Touching you,” I kiss a path over his stubbled chin, “feeling you inside me, sealing our connection is all I think about. The world could perish into a dystopia where toilet paper is currency, and I wouldn’t care because I’m too consumed by you. One day we’ll take the time for hearts and stars, but here, now, this is what I want.” My words fade against the softness of his mouth.
His lips devour mine. Arms around my waist, he flips me to my back, rocking himself hard between my open legs. My hands work under the hem of his shirt. The corded lines of his back flex under my mapping fingers. In a sweeping manly move, he reaches a hand between his shoulders, tugging it over his head. Disconnecting our lips long enough for the material to pass. Up over his defined shoulder blades, my short nails score the warm flesh of his rounded biceps, along the hardness of his collarbone to the short strands of his smooth hair. I use my grip to control the deepness of our kiss, tugging and directing while I tangle my tongue with his.
With a hard yank, I pull him back. “I want to see you.”
He rises to his knees, revealing long toned lines of torso to my all-seeing night vision eyes. Every inch of him is honed perfection. My fingers work the dips and valleys of his muscles as my gaze commits each taut line to memory. At the waist of his jeans, I move to free him. His hands still my fingers.
“Patience, Love. Let me unwrap my present first.”
I’m the kid who tears open a gift, uncaring for the outside wrapping. The only thing keeping me from shedding my clothes like they’re on fire is the deepening swirls of blue in his eyes as he slowly raises my shirt. He leaves it bunched under my chin, unable to resist running his thumbs over the lace of my bra to my peaked nipples. Fingers splayed, he trails the fluttering skin of my stomach, working my jeans down my thighs. Leaving my panties in place, he glides them down my twitching legs, stopping to remove my socks and shoes before tossing them to the floor.
His hot palms run up my legs, skim over my hips to my chest. “By Odin’s grace, you’re divine,” he groans through an exhale. I see the slight release of his fangs. Wetness soaks the thin strip between my legs. His nostrils flare in response. He lunges, pressing me to the mattress with the weight of him.
“You’re certain?” he asks.
I nod hard enough to bruise my brain.
His lips ghost mine. I reach to free him of his jeans, but a shake of his head stops me. “I’m not done revealing my treasure.”
“For fuck’s sake, man,” I grumble under my breath. His vampire hearing not missing my frustration, he responds with a burst of laughter. All other protests vanish when the tip of his fang grazes my neck scoring the skin down between the valley of my cleavage, where he uses it to slice away the small barrier between my tits. The lacy cups fall away. My hands fist into the long strands atop his head. I use them to keep me tethered. He glances from my chest to my eyes. I stay locked in his gaze as his head veers left. The sight of his tongue flicking my nipple incites a riotous want flipping through my stomach.
Flick, flick, suck. He pulls me deep between his lips. I swear I levitate off the mattress. I wiggle against the thickness of him on my thigh. His fang pinpricks my nub, his tongue laves. A flash of black hair and the other breast receives the same adoration.
Baby Jesus riding a Big Wheel, the building euphoria is volcanic. An animalistic craving races through me, urging to take, satisfy, and feed the kindling sparking low in my stomach. I’ve experienced the orgasm his fangs brings but I want more.
Hungry kisses pepper down my stomach. At my hip he snips the lace strip of my bikini panties, sweeping the tip of his tongue between, he swoops around my belly button before slicing the opposite side. My neck arches and my head thrashes, spilling my hair from its messy bun.
He drapes one thigh over his shoulder, spreading me wider with the other. A sharp point rakes my flesh from my knee to my hip’s hinge. Quick flicks of his tongue and tiny sucks speed my pulse, thrumming it against my inner thigh. His fingers trace my folds, circling where I throb before slipping lower to gather wetness. It’s a carousel of mind scrambling pleasure.
Arms looped around my legs open my cleft, dragging the tip of his tongue along the length of me, nipping my engorged clit with his fang before sucking it between his lips and lapping it with lollipop precision. My eyes fall closed from the pleasure. With a pop, he releases me from the torture. I whimper, blinking open my keen eyes I meet his hooded glaciers.
“I may never move from this spot. Your pussy tastes damn near as good as your blood.”
Eyes on mine, he flicks quick licks against my nub while one finger slips inside.
“Ahhhh, Elon,” I moan, bucking my hips. In, out, he curls the digit as the tip of his tongue drags me closer to the edge. I fist
his hair, grinding on his face, reveling in the burn of his stubble.
His smoky, hedonistic hums fill the room. Watching him devour my flesh is indecently lascivious and hot as fuck. Eyes trained on my lust overloaded blues; he coats his fingers with my want, dragging them from my opening in a dampening path down my thigh. With a twist of his head, his fangs pierce my flesh as his fingers slam inside. The pleasure is immeasurable. I dive into orgasm land sinking deep under its thrall. As the wave fades, he seals his bite before rising above me.
Through my fang bang yeehaw haze, he blurs. When in focus, he’s gloriously bare and my shirt vanishes. Resting on his thighs with the length of him jutting toward his belly button, his body shakes with need.
Damn, this seeing in the dark thing is fan-fucking-tastic. His eyes glow red, flashing like a blinking stop light, but yippie for me it’s opposite day and red means go, go, go. My motor’s already running and I’m ready to snag the checkered flag. If I weren’t brazenly desperate for him to fill me, I’d slap myself for the stupid race car lingo. Lest I’m in hyped-up heat mode, so who gives a damn. This is my man, hard as steel for my body. Every Adonis inch of his tanned skin is all mine, mine, mine. The sight of me glistening on his lips, with his fangs peeking over them is heaven and hell.
“Elon, please,” my hoarse plea hits his ears. A tip of his lips shows the red slicking his fangs. I should be repulsed but it’s him, us, his true nature, and not even Anne Rice could create a vampire this sexy. The tip of him slips inside as he rests his body over me. “Yes, yes, God, yes,” my voice pitches higher.
His hand anchors my thigh to his waist, the heat branding my skin. Power rushes between us beckoning for more, yet he hesitates. “I don’t think I’m capable of gentle. My control is threadbare.” His tension is palpable against my lips.
My hands roam the flexed planes of his back, around his hips to squeeze his rounded ass. Nipples poking against his chest, I push him farther into me. A litany of curse words tumble from his mouth, as a hiss of air sucks through my teeth from the burn of his girth. He pulls away to work a palm over my aching tits. Thumbing, pinching, and pulling the hard nubs. His hot exhales moisten my lips. I sear him with a kiss, using the god strength of my calf I urge him deeper. Seated against the barrier of my innocence, his restraint is sublime and irritating.
“Give me all of you. The fates wouldn’t have linked us if I couldn’t take you unleashed.” I kiss his plump lips, tasting myself on his tongue.
The press of his mouth is unyielding and rippling with possession. A growl rips from his throat. Cupping one butt cheek he peppers tongue swirling kisses down my neck. Hips thrusting forward, his fangs slip into my jugular like a hot knife in butter.
A pleasure-laced cry tears from my lips as my release tidal waves over me. The soaking sound of slapping skin, the smell of our coupling, and his deep suction on my neck keeps my stomach clenched and abdomen shuddering. I don’t even notice the pinch of pain from losing my virginity. It’s lost in the bliss. He drinks from my neck, our pelvises slam together. Tremors from pleasure and pain flash fireworks behind my eyes. Our animalistic grunts echo off the walls.
The energy between us crackles in the air, swirling in blue flame around us. Each hit of him on my clit sends another aftershock through my body. My God, it’s too much. I can’t possibly get off anymore. Right?
Immeasurable ecstasy I never knew existed. I can’t breathe, I can’t move. Needing air, I place a hand on his chest, hoping he reads the universal sign for I’m suffocating. I feel his heart pounding inside his rib cage. No more stuttered beats, no more randomness. A flick of his tongue on my neck seals his bite. Fingers cupping mine, he keeps them over his chest as his other rings under my hips. With my legs anchored on his shoulders, he rocks back on his calves. My body tilted, he holds my lower half tight as he pumps into me. Blood rushes to my head. But shit me, this new angle hits my end. I can’t even keep my eyes open any longer because I’m on the verge of a sex drunk pass out. My world’s foggy around the edges when his tempo increases. A handful of headboard breaking thrusts later, his body stills and an inhuman roar rattles the windows as his hot, wet essence fills me.
I’m a tingling, throbbing, flaring mess of emotion as he tumbles next to me. Unable to form words, my thick parched tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. He croons praising words but utter blissed-out exhaustion pulls me into slumber. As I fade, I hear, “I love you more than my next breath, Nicole Nodins, and I’m yours until the last one leaves my lungs.”
Chapter Seventeen
Fingers dancing on my skin and open-mouth kisses on my neck pull me from my comatose sleep. Languid and lackadaisical I stretch my arms over my head, releasing a satisfied purr as I grin from the bone-deep aches and sore muscles.
“There’s a hunger beast readying to escape from your stomach if I don’t pay homage with food. But if you keep arching those spectacular tits in the air, I can’t be responsible for damage it’ll do while I’m distracted,” Elon’s smoky voice says between kisses. I open my eyes, squinting from the low lamplight casting a yellow glow around the room. I’m tempted to test his limit until I feel my sister’s panic through our bond. I bolt up in bed, ignoring my protesting stomach and parched throat, I zone in on her thoughts.
Her racing mind shouts out a warning. Nicole Freya Nodins, if you don’t answer me this minute, I will hunt down your sexy fanghole and pull out his fingernails until he gives me answers.
“Ahhh,” I grumble, rubbing my temple. “Elon, what time is it?”
“Late evening, nearing sunset,” he answers.
“Same day, right? Tell me you didn’t let me waste another day sleeping?”
“No, my sassy goddess, it’s the same day. Now come, let’s go to the café and get you some dinner.”
Don’t get your panties in a wad, Ranissa. I’m fine. Meet us wherever these people eat in fifteen minutes.
While the dim light is helpful, it’s not needed. Elon rises, strutting naked to an armoire in the corner. My brain cells blank. Long lean legs dusted with dark hair, taut bitable ass, and miles of tanned flesh taunt me.
Briefs in hand, he casts a glance over his shoulder. “Keep nibbling that lip and devouring me with those cornflower eyes and we’ll never leave this room.” His hand grabs his hardening length, stroking the rising flesh, his heated stare caresses my tingling skin. Mesmerized, I watch him. A throb burns between my legs, reminding me I need time before I take him into my body again. Without another consideration, I close the distance between us, dropping to my knees before him. The size of him intimidates, but not enough to stop my tongue from flicking his fat tip.
The underwear in his hold thuds to the floor. His hand fists in my tangled strands at the nape of my neck, rocking my head back. “Open those plump pink lips and stick out your tongue,” he rasps.
I wet my lips before following his demand. Keeping my head still, he traces my mouth with his engorged head, spreading the bead of cum like lipstick. Hand squeezing his shaft, he slaps the tip on the flat of my tongue, scraping his sensitive flesh against my teeth. Wetness slicks my thighs. His carnal dominance flips my wanton switch.
“Such a sweet wet mouth,” he croons. “Am I the only man to fuck these lips, Love?”
Sonovabitch, his filthy mouth makes me ache.
I swirl my tongue licking him from balls to head, blinking contradicting doe eyes up at him; I nod.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts. “Suck me, baby. Let me be the only man to ever spill down your sexy throat.”
Eyes locked on his, I take him between my lips, swallowing every inch until my mouth suctions on the root of him. Slowly and torturously I pull back, slicking his underside with my tongue. My fingers slip between my legs, circling my swollen soaked clit.
“Jesus, fuck,” he moans. “Steady yourself, this won’t take long,” he pants, tightening his hold on my hair, he braces my head in place. I grip his thighs as he rocks his hips, spearing my mouth. I submit, relaxing my throat, gu
lping when he bottoms out. My submission unleashes him. He slams into me. Balls slapping my chin, he fucks my mouth. Saliva drips down my chest. The harder he thrusts, the faster my fingers move along my slit. He grows impossibly longer and wider. Under my palm his thigh tenses, signaling his release is fast approaching.
His pounding slows to languid strokes. The pad of his finger swipes away my drool. “Look at those lips swollen from my cock. Soaked with my brand. Take my dick, baby. Finish me,” he demands.
I may be the one kneeling, but I hold the power. He’s at my mercy, begging with hooded lids and weak knees for me to grant his pleasure. It’s heady and empowering. I cup his sac, tugging it down while my mouth works him. Lips sucking, I rock my head, taking him in deep gag reflex tickling rapid strokes. His veins swell. I fist his base, stroking hard while sucking his tip. His body shivers, his hips jut hard, seating him near my esophagus.
“Fuck, yes, fuck,” he roars, spilling his salty soured seed down my throat. My fingers press hard on my core, freeing my release.
Spent, his legs give, dropping him to the floor where he cups my cheeks, searing me with a kiss. “I love you,” he whispers.
“Until the earth stops spinning,” I respond.
Bang, bang, bang. A knock echoes through the apartment.
NICOLE! my sister shouts in my head.
“She’s threatening your manhood if she doesn’t physically see me,” I warn, gathering my clothes from the floor. I forgo bra and undies since Elon shredded them. I hustle to dress before Ranissa breaks down the door. Elon’s quicker, thanks to his vampy speed. In a flash he’s clothed in dark jeans and a tee, rushing to open the suite entrance while I shimmy my jeans over my hips.
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